....... It was a cold. Cold night. A night, where you can feel that an eerie presence was watching. And awaiting.
The scene begins as a black motorbike comes zipping by going 150 mph on deserted and black street road- completely and utterly passing each red light in session after session. The view then cross fades to that of a vantage point off of a street light over looking the road.... all what was seen was a flash of light illuminating from the motorbike- that was how fast the vehicle was traveling.
After another crossfade- the view is that of a desolate warehouse right by the pier to the Atlantic Ocean...
The motorbike zips around the perimeter of the warehouse and well outside of the meshed fence- but as the view slowly and methodically zooms in on a single chain locked fence door- a BLAST of light mows down the fence-link!! after the bike swished around in a circle- so fast that in it's shadow a ring of fire was left behind..... The motorbike stopped. The view then now focused on the individual, who dressed in a pitch black leather suit- stepped off of the bike and removed the helmet.
Charon of Death. Rarely has she been away from the peering eyes of the Arcane family-- what was she doing here? She watched as crates were being loaded onto the haul of rig ships by gigantic cranes bearing the emblem of the Arcane family crest. What were inside of these crates? It has seemed that Charon knew.... but she was here for another reason.
Charon kicked the stand of her bike and disembarked.... making a slow pace- she walked to the closest warehouse door and stopped in-front of a hand plate. Charon placed her hand on the plate and after the scanning mechanism scanned her and IDed her- the door opened and she entered inside. The view then slowly descends from the ceiling and at the same time, lights automatically turned on. The entire warehouse contained computer terminals covered in plastic- and in the center was a giant crimsonlight gun... though, not armed with the crimson light. Charon walked around the terminals and approached a peculiar looking black box that resembled a casket- however, it again had the Arcane family crest and had a dial pad on the front. Charon smiled and with a few swift key strokes while viewing a paper she had tucked away- the keypad accepted the combination... a LOUD clank sound signaled it's unlock- and the top opened.
With her eyes wide open, she slowly lifted the top- the view then was over her shoulder and inside a light turned on from the inside of the top and the sides of the box. A black bag was placed carefully inside. Was this what Charon had came all this way for???
Charon reached in and opened the bag with her left hand- with her right hand, now with a glove on- she reaches in and pulls out ashes. With a nod- Charon closed the bag tightly but before she placed it inside of her bag the air grew ice cold.... so cold that her eyebrows frosted over and her breath was heavy. The lights dimmed and flickered as a haunting presence emerged.... something which she knew would respond if she desecrated the remains of her father.
A shadow. A shadow creaked around the corner... a shadow which did not belong to any physical being.... Charon turned around and saw as the shadow stopped in-front of her and materialized in a haunting form of a young Spade Deathen. It was as she saw the form of her father the very single night that Mortismere sliced into him.
Charon Death: So. You're my father's soul. It took me awhile to figure it out. I have just one question and you will answer. [The form said nothing] How do you purge Spade's evil spirit?
Spade Deathen: ..... I am sorry, and you are?
Charon realized that there and then, the spirit of Spade was an echo of the past. And had no idea what happened to Julie and the twins..... This was going to be harder than she thought.
