Madness in a Cadenza

[Thunderer]

Hell is defined as the most beautiful thing in existence, but just out of one's reach. Hall was let stay alive, but he was to live and not do what he lived for. And yet it was better than death. It left some doors open. Hall might have been defeated, but he was not destroyed. Now it was time to sign a peace treaty on unfavourable terms, but also hide vengeance and cherish it secretly, until there emerges a chance to unleash it in its full capacity and regain what has been lost. There was a good circumstance for Hall, too, and it was that Dagon needed him.

Hall grinned and giggled soundlessly. His finger gushed out a thin streak of blood, which splashed on the floor.

"This is the most unusual manner of blackmail I have ever seen! You want my position. And if I do not give it to you, you will hand that memory stick in your grip, with all my plans, to the police. If you do so, then I will go to prison, and you will never get what you want. But what prevents you from doing so once I do give you my position?"