The Dark One.
In Rome it was a day like any other, the crows fluttered around the public parks and no one imagined anything of what would happen from there in the evening.
It happened that an occultist found an old prophecy of Nostradamus, it was in an original book of the time, he studied it for a long time, for months, perhaps years, and one day he managed to translate what appeared to be a song written in symbols similar to hieroglyphics, not even he could figure out how, but a certain instant his mind only told him: "sing" and hummed, something that telepathy and also the unconscious suggested to him.
"Askabbolokthkfkorgnorktk ..." thus began, and then gradually in words suggested perhaps by a spider. That song was the call for a dragon, a dragon I will call the Dark One; since it came from another dimension with the simple flapping of its wings, it stopped a few hours in this world, but after its coming Rome was set on fire, and after it, then the Apocalypse.
