Hoof: Not Just a Narcissistic GuyHow dare he bring his tart to me. With a lost clarinet ruse that he created. Marie LaVey is behind this—drawing me out, pressing my hand. For their rudeness I will keep the girl. As I make my way up to the cave, it is a pity I could not trust Rickey with this. How could he fail to catch a blind fish? He could. He could forget. I will not touch the bones.
Midsummer’s Eve is soon approaching and my twentieth birthday before it. This year is more special than most. Seven LaVey will be mine by then. It will be over. I will of course live up to my name. But more than Victorious, I will destroy him. I will take my rightful place on Midsummer’s Eve. They owe me. They have always owed me that. They have owed me since I was born and they owe six generations back.
