And the dark days fell upon Europe, and those who gathered were already dark within.
Their hearts had been given over to the shadow, and the shadow answered them. What rose from their mouths was not a cry for justice, but the voice of the thing that had entered them.
They cast stones, and the stones were theirs. They kindled fire, and the fire was theirs. The violence was not upon them it was of them, for the darkness had made their hands its own.
And when the night grew quiet, it was not peace that remained, but the stillness of those who had become the dark they sought.