Still he sought the Street of the Witches in every part of the city. He searched every night. Sometimes he glimpsed it from afar, and ran toward it, but it was never there when he should have reached it.
He killed those he encountered by chance in the night, offering up their souls to the witches and to the Shadow Titans, that he might become evil enough.
He did not hate Julna of Kadisphon anymore. No, he wanted to become like her, to be devious and terrible, to jerk people around, like puppets on strings, to ruin their lives for the pure sport of doing so.
For thus the world is filled with darkness and ruin. Thus are the Shadow Titans nourished.
He never found the Street of the Witches. Instead, he built it afresh within his soul.
And Julna of Kadisphon came to him in the darkness, a
