*The wind blows by as a bit of frost cn be seen forming. It is outside, snowing heavy. Atleast 5 feet of snow has formed to the ground, as you see a pathway being formed through the white fields. You can barely make out two figures walking down the path. We zoom in closer to show none other then Creed and a man ressembling a knight. The knight in full srmor, is using his great sword to cut a pathway through the snow. The knight, his armor almost frozen, fights his hardest to continue making a path for his master. Creed on the other hand, stand behind the knight. He just waits for his servant to cut his path, as he is dressed very warmly. Everytime the knight slows down or stops from the excruciting pain of his task, Creed will order him to do better. The knight, without any resistance whatsoever, passses his own limits to please Creed.*

Creed: Knight....we are here, commence the desent.

Knight: Yes m'lord...

*The Knight then digs his sword straight down into the ground. A complicated symbol can be made out where the knight stuck his sword. The very carefully, the knight drags his sword through each line of the symbol. Once the knight finished his carving, the symbol collapsed making an entrance to a hall, lit with torches. Creed enters the hall and nods at the knight in approval. The knight kneels, as Creed makes his way down the hall, soon followed by the knight. Creed hangs up his winter coat on a coat rack stationed at the end of the hall. Creed then stops in front of an area with three corridors to walk down. The middle corridor has a gate sealing it off. Creed motions his hand at the knight, who takes out a ring of keys. The knight searches through the keys and takes out a blood red key and inserts it into the lock. The knight then looks at Creed.*

Creed: Go....

* The knight hands the ring of keys over to Creed, and without a moments hesitation walks into the corridor.*



* You then only see Creed's face, dawning a sadistic smile. As you hear screams of excruciating pain from the knight, shredding of armor, and what seems to be some sort of gargling sound. Deep ominous grunts can be heard in this sickening symphony of screams. All of a sudden the screams syop, and a stream of blood flows down and hits Creed's boot. While Creed cracks a wide menacing grin at the sight he sees, another knight, holding Creed's cane, walks behind him.*

Knight: shall I prepare your Supper, Sir Creed?

*Creed turns around slowly trying to absorb the sight he saw. He grabs his cane and speaks to the Knight, turning around one more time....*

Creed: Yes...I will be in my quarters momentarily
Knight: Excellent, M'lord.

*Creed then looks into the corridor into the eyes of whatever was in there.*

Creed: soon my pet....soon....