You start in the capital of a human civilisation. You immediately withdraw from society, and dig a tunnel through the floor of your old, shunned house, which ends in a sinister looking, dark underground lair.
You visit a dark fortress and capture a newborn goblin baby. You cage it and as it grows up, indoctrinate it with cursed passages from an ancient daemonic book. You proceed doing this until the goblin enters adulthood, and knows no language but the unholy passages.
At one night, you knock out and kidnap a female virgin and take her to your hidden cave. As you chain her next to the ever rambling goblin, tormenting her with maddening cursed language, you torture her at the most terrible of intervals.
In no less than weeks of dedicating yourself to the meticulous art of torture of the once lively, pure young lady, you finally emerge above ground again, only to snatch ten children. You take them too into your unknown lair under town, where they are met by a most terrible sight: A fully mangled, partially dismembered and fully-gone-insane young woman, clinging on to the last bit of life she has left in her. She is butchered into a more agonizing death than anybody at that time held possible. A pentagram blood and entrails now decorates your dark, fetid cave.
The young children, now heavily traumatized and weeping for their salvation, will not be granted the luxury of death. You firmly grab each one of their little heads, place your thumbs over their eyes and proceed to gouge their eyes out. With precise care, you pick up a needle and rope reed thread and sew their eyes and noses shut. The horrifying death of the virgin being the last thing they saw, it replays on and on in their never ending flashbacks and nightmares.
Having no sense but hearing left, the children are placed within close proximity of the ever rambling goblin, who will neither fail to fulfill his purpose for this second time.
You tattoo every inch of the children's skin with evil marks, unholy text and drawings of the most daemonic kind.
You wait several months 'til the madness strikes them, and every one of them imitates the goblin's foul ramblings. Unfortunately for the children, these daemonic passages are the last they will ever hear. You take away the childrens' last valuable sense, their hearing, and sew their ears shut. You construct 15 razor-sharp chains, and chain the ten children - five on the inside, five on the outside.
You wait.
What once used to be lively children, are now but empty husks of men. The cave is now engulfed in the sound of vile passages coming from the mouths of ten ink-black, malnourished 'men'. Their only sense for the past decades has been the sense of touch, though those terrible razor sharp chains made sure they did not cherish it for a single second.
The time is right.
(To be continued)