[Poggio]

It was strange watching the boy. Each time Niaz became jaded with the young mans activity he found himself wanting to explore but he could never go as far as he wanted. The boy was starting to go from annoying to amusing. No matter how many times he touched his lip the blood would still be there at least that is what Niaz thought. The only difference was that Niaz could not torture him.

He turned his attention to the game. It was strange last time he had been with a mortal moving images were only on large screens. Eventually he turned back to the boy who was mumbling some enchantment. Niaz cocked his head listening to it over and over but not really understanding it. He sat down beside the boy though he could not be seen. After a while he was able to pick up the melody having not heard it before he could only try and guess what the words were. He started to sing something.

Mine eyes have seen twisted, vile wicked ways
Come with me my child, to this land were we will play,
feasting on blood, until you beckon to my call,
may darkness takes us all. ( of course this is in latin. I am just being too lazy to translate)