*Magoth steps confidently outside The Fortress of Captured Souls with his group to a crowd of on-lookers; wondering what had transpired inside*

*He walks to the steps overlooking the masses*
My citizens! I bring you a new chapter in this city's dark tale!
I, Magoth; Former High Chancellor To Lord Mephistopheles, banished to your plane by Lord Asmodeus; has claimed victory in your name!

There has been many threats to you all sence the fall of Lord Braxxus, and the beheading of his council. Today...I have removed the highest of these threats from your lives. Today....The Illuminados quake in fear amist their huts, writhing in pain from the defeat they have suffered by my hand.. *holds up jar with small hunk of Halaster's flesh*

BUT!..I do not take Glory all for myself....This day truely belongs to those that aided in my slaughter..There name's shall me honored in Desecration for as long as there is breathe to utter them. Let it be known that these few including our Brother and sister from Dsytopia; Claude D'Malion and Lux D'Malion be treated with the highest respect, and always welcomed in Desecration.


*Bolsters up almost roaring* A new breed of evil shall drench this world, one that has not been seen sence the dawn of this wretched land! The devil's come down to Desecration, and I'm looking for a soul to steal!

May you all sleep soundly this night. For tomorrow holds no bounds!

*Magoth retires back into his fortress with his allies to the sounds of cheering masses; sitting on his throne of hellfire he thinks*

"What's next..."

*Stomping through his fortress on his armored hooves, the now Lord Magoth bursts through doors and passes his otherworldly guards to his throne.
Upon reaching his master chambers, he finds one of his lowly imps awaiting its masters return.*

"Is the seals for the contract finished?" The lord growls to the imp; who grunts proudly in its handywork.

"good...store it with the others..She will be useful to me either way" he laughs.

*the little imp rolls up the parchment and flies away with it in its little claws, setting it ontop a growing pile of serveral others just like it.
The lord broods on his dark throne surrounded by his council all robed and hooded in black. All excpet for one, in crimson red, standing aside him whispering dark deeds of the city's day into his ear.*

* Light fades and all that is left is the lords piercing green glare*



Another drop in the bucket.