It’s the first spittle of rain at the beginning of a tsunami.

The tiniest sip of a beer that leads a man to a lifetime of corruption.

It’s the beginning flickers of an ember that sparks an inferno to wipe out history itself.

Or even a flash of hormones that turn a young child’s gaze to fancies of more flesh and bone.

It’s fascinating what a little drop can do.

But truly terrifying what an entire vial can accomplish.

Just ask young Bellator there how he’s feeling after Turbo Violence.

Does he feel the same pious, righteous, holy warrior of his forsaken God or is he feeling a slight chill run down his spine?

Does he hear the word of Yahweh or it is interspliced with the whisperings of a darker voice so tantalizing he can no longer ignore?

Is the same purity run through your mind, body, heart and soul or is there just a little bit of SIN weaving its way inside, attaching itself to its new home inside every living cell?

We have heard the tales, how the Darkness lost against the Light but all we gave up was a simple, decayed, decrepit, broken domicile. 

In return, we gained a soldier, we gained a son. He just doesn’t know it yet, but it is inevitable. And tonight, he shall watch as he gains more unwilling siblings.

Take for example the poor sheltered broken little toy. Abandoned and forgotten, so deprived of affection and needing love that she turns to a delusion chunk of plastic for help.

When all you had Dearest, was ask Us. The Family can give you love, affection, desire, and truly feel wanted for who you are, not for what others can mold you into.

Or then there’s the historian who seeks to bring about the golden age yet cannot fight the decay and dissolution of his celluloid imagination. Yet what are we but the purest chemicals that can preserve and maybe even restore your precious memories?

And the wounded animal. Caged by all around you for being different, for the rage, the power that radiates through you. Others shun you, try to use you, try to abuse your powers for their own benefit but all I want is to see the Hunter truly let loose.

Oh and then there’s also…you. The pervert we would sway with words but frankly, you’ll ingest our poison sooner or later out of sheer curiosity and when the time comes, your Daddy will show you pleasure you could never imagine.

Oh the things we can do for you and show you with just a little drop. Because we can only to help make you all better. Or do we want to control you, to overwhelm and invade your souls with our Virus? 

There’s only one way to know for sure.

What does your reason tell you?

Whatever it whispers, the opposite is the fact. Because you can never trust your reason.

But you can trust us. 

Because soon, like it or not, for better or for worse,

You’ll all Be Welcomed To The Family.