And the phantoms of the dark 7 will run the world as one, the shadows, and the phantoms of the light 7 will fly the world as one, the ones of worthless mercy and peace, grace, and foolish pity and sympathy. Only when we, the darkest 7, walk on the bones of the light and feast upon our captive blood and flesh we will then stop our war. Whoever lives after that we will kill, murder, and destroy until there be nothing left of them. Once we have all partaken of the Light’s blood, we will spit upon the Fire and rip them limb from limb, and the Earth we will rape and pillage, and the Water we will commit our own precious, perfect blood, and to Time we will rip him piece, from piece, from piece, and devour his children until none of them live…”-from my journal, A Dark Prince’s Dream