The halls of the great Castle Mortis was engulfed by Mortismere's Darkside Elites.... the Caput Mortems. Servants of Kizmat moved to the side as an army of Mortems marched in an errie unison down the hallway. Indeed, the Emperor has returned to his earthly dwelling.... Kizmat's influence upon Castle Mortis was lessening each and every single passing moment. We then arrive to the great hall, Kizmat is seated down on a wooden chair with his elbows planted on the top of the long table that was in the center of this room. Kizmat placed his hands on the side of his face... deep in thought.

Then, the double guilded doors swung open. It was Mortismere! He was in his royale garments and storms up to his brother Kizmat....



MM: ......... BROTHER! Will you stop wasting valuable time... listen to this. That WITCH wife of mines few years back returned and now she is DEMANDING a divorce.



....Kizmat stands up, even though Kizmat was a large and tall man- he looked like a child compared to Mortis' frame. While looking up at Mortis, Kizmat had a look of boredom and then walked to the side while speaking.


KIZMÄT: Charon Death is it? I recall how you two where MADE for each other. Hmmph.. why brother you got your hands full it seems. But why would a wench like Charon be of any concern to the Lord of Kali-Shoel.



MM: Don't patronize me Kizmat. I don't need it tonight. I recieved the message immediately, and broadcasted MY response to that BISH! She is NEVER going to get any red cent of my illustrious empire.... I WON'T HAVE IT! I COMMANDED IT THAT SHE RETURN TO ME .... SHE WILL NOT GET A DIVORCE!


KIZMÄT: ... well then. Mortis. I assume that there's more? Letme guess, she refused to obey her lord? What do you want me todo about it eh? I already have my hands tied with that Gojinn and the location of the Twilight Phial.



...Mortismere saw a plate of leftovers sitting there in the center of the table and picks up the plate.. he scarfed down the stuffed pig with his teeth... blood splattered all over himself and on the floor


MM: ::MUNCH::.. Yah... wellph... do..sumetin! CUANT U C I-AM ATEING!!! MI SO-ICAL LUFE IZ ATS MEATSTEAKS!


Mortismere turned around and flipped his cape with it in the air- he took his snack with him out of the room... you can hear the bones shattering from the meal down the hallway.... Kizmat looked outside a stained glass window and stared blankly into the darkness.