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Gabriel smiled brightly, as he heard the answer. And with those words of permission, his mind drilled into Hank's psyche. Like a flaming bolt of lightning ripping through his brain, Hank could feel Gabriel tear into his being. His nose began to bleed, as the Oldblood's power coursed through him. He could feel his memories slipping away, as Gabriel penetrated through the outer layer of consciousness, delving into the deepest and most primal part of the human brain. Those very instincts that define humanity. And, reaching in deep, he found Hank's conscience, his capability for human empathy. The basis of humanity, of all social animals.

There was a pain that could not be described. More than simple physical agony, it was a sense of loss so overbearing it momentarily threatened to destroy the cracked fundaments of Hank's sanity. It was alienation, isolation, the destruction of self. To lose not just those things on the surface, not just the superficial friendships and relationships conjured by the human mind. But to lose oneself, to become lost among in the labyrinth of one's own mind.

When Hank opened his eyes, he was a different man. For the Hank that had sat down in the chair had died, and would never live again. The Hank that had fought for others, that had avenged his family, was no more. Images flashed before his eyes, the horrors of his past. But his demons bothered him no more. He looked on the remembered faces of his loved ones, the blood-covered cadavers that had haunted his dreams, and he felt nothing. He remembered his failures, the people he had killed in his blood rage, their faces etched into his retina, and he felt nothing. It was as if the eyes that had stared at him so accusingly were gone. They weren't humans to him, merely objects. No more worthy of compassion than a table, or a chair.

There was a hole where his heart should be, a smoking crater where he had once kept his most treasured moments. And in that moment of awakening, of realization, a single truth sprang forth for the former vampire killer. Never again would he feel pain. Never again would he feel despair.

Never again, would he hesitate to kill.

Gabriel laughed, as he stood up. He could feel Hank's gaze, and he revelled in it. Truly, he had performed a piece of art. With a simple act, he had transformed a devoted hero into a psychopath. Many times before had he destroyed the mind, bent it to his will. But this was far more subtle, a work of art painted in shades of black. Chuckling, he spoke. "And you new name shall be.... Darth Vader." He held out his hand to help Hank up. "Welcome, my boy. To a new world."