the Evil one will give it to me now. Said the man with long black string hair. With an out stretched hand to wards wader
The man with long black string hair extended his hand towards Wader, a sinister grin spreading across his face. His eyes gleamed with an evil intent as he spoke with a chilling tone, "The Evil one will give it to me now."
Wader hesitated, feeling a deep sense of unease. He had encountered strange individuals before, but something about this man's demeanor sent shivers down his spine. The air around them seemed to grow heavy with a palpable darkness, making it difficult for Wader to ignore the unsettling atmosphere.
"What... what do you mean by 'the Evil one'?" Wader stammered, his voice trembling.
The man's haunting laughter pierced the silence, echoing through the desolate surroundings. It was a sound that carried a mixture of madness and malevolence, further fueling Wader's growing fear.
"You mortals always question, never fully comprehending the power that lies beyond your feeble understanding," the man sneered. "The Evil one, the embodiment of darkness, the harbinger of chaos and despair. It is through him that I gain my strength."
Wader's mind raced, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. Who was this man and what was he seeking? And more importantly, did he pose a threat to those around him?
Summoning up his courage, Wader took a step back, wary of the outstretched hand before him. "I don't want any part in your dark dealings," he declared firmly. "There is enough evil in this world already. Leave me be."
A flicker of anger flashed across the man's face, his eyes narrowing into menacing slits. "You dare defy me?" he growled, his voice low and venomous. "I have waited for this moment, and you shall not stand in my way!"
Suddenly, the atmosphere seemed to crackle with an unseen energy as the man's hand began to radiate an eerie glow. Wader's heart pounded in his chest, realizing that he was indeed facing a formidable adversary.
Instinctively, Wader turned and ran, his feet pounding against the pavement, desperately seeking refuge from the darkness that pursued him. He had no choice but to escape the clutches of the man with long black string hair and the mysterious Evil one he served.
As he fled, Wader vowed to find a way to combat this growing menace, to protect those who could not defend themselves against this impending evil. The encounter had left an indelible mark on his mind, one that would drive him to unravel the secrets of the Evil one and ultimately vanquish the darkness that threatened to consume them all.