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The Unholy Nightmare

The mirror watches
He's hiding
Yet knows he's everywhere
A swarm of faithful flies
That unconditionally love Him
Like a festering fruit
He creates the void in his eyes
Paints Himself by shades of red
With drops of absinthe
And laudanum
In that wretched Sundays
That fast become violet
Then black
"The Night, Then Him" - How Like A Winter

...Note: This Van is a slight AU where the seven fonons he absorbed from Lorelei had some effect with neural contamination, ie. he's gone mad OH NOES. Somehow, this resulted in him both being creepier than his canon self, and yet more harmless. Don't ask how that happened, it just did. 8|;