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Posted at 7:14 am on Apr 25, 2007 by: Mortismere

Evil Black Magic

The hallway was thick with this 'black magic.' She knew that Mortis was watching her every move- almost to the point of having her mind rapped. With her training- she blocked his invasion at every single step she took... inching closer and closer towards an altar at the far end of the great hallway. A shreking sound battered the stained glass windows up above. It was still so quiet and even disappointing that she wasn't properly welcomed. Once she reached the altar, she looked up at an ancient stone statue of a great demon in a long cloak that was placed before her. She muttered beneath her breath, "Morty." Instantely- wind SMASHED through all the windows in the hallway and the draperies covering the frames blew apart!

The moonlight blasted through the window niches and illuminated her black lined kevlar with a glistening haze. The statue of Mortis suddenly rumbled and stone pieces broke off as it split apart and opened from the center. Following - a double guilded door swung open to a pitch black and ominous void. She could sense the 'black magic' intensify to such a degree that you can actually see it spill through the doorway along with small fragments of memories.... what could this all mean?

Charon Death stepped up to the altar and entered through the dark doorway- into the room. She pressed forward and at each step she took- wax candles lit up from the floor. Was she being pulled by some force? Or was she the force her will? And there- in the far back of this darkness was two errie red eyes. A crimson red light then poured from an oval stained glass window above and it outlined a monster enthroned.

"Hey Morty. You miss me?"

Mortismere stood up but then fell down shortly from exhaustion. He growled as he pushed himself back up. He was an enormously tall being that had the weight of the world pounding down on his battered shoulders. The evil energies was thick and sickening to bare which only made the room she was in more uncomfortable.

MM: ... Welcome home, lover. I knew you couldn't resist me. You are truely missed. Now, take your 'place.'

The wedding band on her finger then glowed with a glistening unknown radiance! She rose her hand in mid-air and a flash of blue light washed way the darkness..... to her shock, the room was a court of countless vampyres, werewolves, demons and hybirds... just....... yes... just watching her every move! Was the Unholy Darkness such an intense of evil... that her own senses couldn't penetrate it? Mortismere sat down with a cringe and laughter. Taking a step back- Charon rose her fists up!

MM: It is time for you to rejoin the balance. You're our property, there is no way you can simply divorce us. [Mortimere rose his boney fingers and pointed at the creatures of the night] Now, sit down and be their Queen.

To his right - as he motioned his head towards- was a stone chair that had cobwebs and ancient hieroglyphics etched on all around it. But, to his left was a smaller stone chair that was stained with blood. It hasn't been sat in for years.

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