Lennox was sitting on a bench looking at his collar that he had gotten back. As much as he would like to say he killed the dark figure, he knew better.
Far away from the appartments, on the moon in fact, sat a being made entirely out of shadow. The figure from the fight appeared right in front of him, severely damaged and making a weird, whining noise.
"No there is now mercy for failiure." With a flick of the wrist, he cut the figure in two spraying black blood all over the place. The two parts spasmed for a few moments until the figures absorbed them both.
"*sights* delicious..." the figure stood up and looked at the earth with a deep longing.
"Such a disgusting world, always in need of a very thorough cleansing. And yet...how am I to do this when the one man who stands in my way still lives? The prophecy of the hero with blood blacker than night still stands. However he will fall, and the world will be covered in night. So says I, Mare! God of fear, darkness and nightmares!" Mare breaks out into laughter as more dark figures lumber out of the dark side of the moon.