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The very air grew dense and still as the form of your absent father coalesced from the gloom, his outline defined by the ghostly lime symbols swirling around his blackened arm. You stood rooted, every muscle taut, your fists clenched so hard the bones threatened to crack, a tangible hatred burning in your stance. Darkheart lifted his hands in a slow, theatrical gesture of surrender, his voice a smooth, mauve-tinged whisper that seemed to crawl along your spine. 'you,' he breathed, the name hanging in the charged space between you. 'It is so **wonderful** to see you again... We have missed you for *such* a long time.' Behind the veil of shadow masking his face, a glint of pure mischief danced unseen. Your nails pierced your skin, a sharp, metallic scent rising as you snarled, 'Why are *you…