He walks among us as a shadow.
Void of light. Powered by your own darkness,
Strenghtened by your own wikedry.
A horrid reflection of your very own deep desires,
Cast and reflected back.

Brothers and sisters, the time has come for the necromaster.
The unleasing of the forth jokers card.
The arrival of...
The Great Milenko

From deep within the Netherland of shadow walkers
comes yet another exhibit of the Dark Carnival.
He is the master of the art of using magic without magic.
He is a Necromaster...the craft of using magic through the dead.
Dead meaning both physically and mentally.
This spectacle shall be witnessed only by those who are meant to see it.
Look deep inside your soul and ask yourself...
Do you hold a ticket to witness the show?
The answer lies within yourself.

He is the forth to rise. He feeds upon one's own greed.
He is powered by one's own jealousy, lust and temptation.
To envision yourself with something that rightfully does not belong to you...
that is the illusion cast by him.
To act upon this vision and seek it out at the expense of another...
that is the magic cast by him.
Continuos dreamers of profit at the cost of another are pledged and haunted by his wizardry.  Others are content and satisfied with what they can achieve by themselves and have not the urge to tamper with another's well being for quick gain.
They see him only as a hoax and see no illusion or magic by he.
It is simple...He is you. His illusions are your evil thoughts.
Your evil acts as his magic - yesterday, now and forever.
You and he are the forth to rise...You and he are the master of Necromesy...
You the dead and him the magic.
Together, you and he are the Great Milenko.