Re-submitting this after all my stories vansihed..hope you all enjoy..please read and reveiw...thanks
Chapter 1
Somewhere in Southern England, AD1903.
In a huge house that appeared to be lost in both time and space, forever surrounded by an endlessly swirling living fog. Its intricate brick and stone fa ade an eclectic mix of architecture that seemed to hold deep within ancient forgotten dark mysteries from ages long past. Indeed this was not so much a building but a sentient creation of a dark power waiting to swallow up all those that were foolish enough to venture too close.
"WHERE IS HE?" a huge dark robed male figure shouted as he strode down an oak panelled corridor, his anger was so tangible that even the ever present darkness attempted to recoil from him in horror. Sparks flew from his boots as they struck the floor beneath him and the very air crackled with a raw power that was threatening to be unleashed at any moment.
The four that walked and half ran behind, in a vain attempt to keep up remained silent apart from one man, a portly gentleman of middle age, who responded.
"We do not know, my Lord" his head bowed in both reverence and fear.
The huge shadow of a man halted in his tracks and turned on his entourage. Even from deep within his hooded robe they could all see the piercing green eyes that glowed from within.
His lips curled back in a vicious snarl as he spoke.
"Find him and bring him to me, Paul" his voice was all but a whisper until he turned his attention to a grovelling figure that was visibly shaking and avoiding direct eye contact.
"Mr Knight...look at me" he commanded.
The one he had just spoken to, foolishly hesitated and soon found himself suspended in the air with a large pale hand clenched around his throat, threatening to squeeze the very life out of him.
"I will not tolerate failure nor incompetence, your task was to keep an eye on Brother Love while I attended to other matters" The Dark One paused as he looked deep into Mr Knight's eyes, "If not for your gift of The Sight... you would now be in one of the cells awaiting my pleasure"
Then one known simply as The Lord of Darkness muttered words in an ancient and long accursed tongue and Mr Knights body grew limp then he released him from his grasp, letting the body fall heavily onto the cold stone floor.
"My Acolytes, take him to the sanctum...it is time for Mr Knight to join my Ministry", as soon as he spoke the final two men in the entourage stepped forwarded and flanked Mr Knight taking him by the arms, they dragged his unconscious body down the corridor and into the darkness.
He then turned once more to the one he had called Paul.
Brother Paul, make preparations for a ritual ...the whereabouts of Brother Love can wait awhile, the ranks of my Ministry of Darkness are about to be increased by one, a very valuable one at that .
With that he strode away leaving Paul to ponder not only the fate and whereabouts of Brother Love but what his lord and master had planned for the poor and most unfortunate Mr Knight.
Not wanting to incur the wrath of The Lord of Darkness himself, Paul scurried away down another corridor and pressed a section of the oak panelling which swung open as he touched it. He paused briefly as he lit a lantern and he peered into the darkness before him.
For all the years that he had walked alongside this man of darkness and mystery, he still often found himself wondering if he would ever make it out alive or even sane. The one thing that had surprised him the most was even after he had betrayed him, when The Lord of Darkness had began to form his Ministry the first one he sort out was him.
But why? The Lord of Darkness was not known as a forgiving person nor did he ever forget past misdeeds, and if he ever discovered that he had a hand in the disappearance of Brother Love, all be it in an indirect way. He knew that he would be spending the rest of his rather short life in one of the cells or even worse an offering for that which dwells below.
"No, stop this now" Paul he said out loud to steady his own nerves. "What's past is past"
He walked carefully down the stone steps that spiralled ever downwards deep underneath the house, until he found himself at a great heavy reinforced wooden door.
The Lord of Darkness walked with a purpose, he needed to consult with the one that dwelled in the shadows. Reaching his private chambers he moved his hand and the door swung open as he approached, as he entered numerous candles lit, bathing the room in an eerie glow.
He walked over to a pair of purple velvet curtains and pulled on the cord that hung by their side, they opened to reveal a large mirror, its mottled surface and dulled shine betraying its age.
The Lord of Darkness knelt before the mirror and intoned in a deep voice.
"Come to me...that what dwells in the darkness, You who are called The Purity of Evil, I need your counsel once more, aid me. Show me the heart of darkness"
A mist appeared to form on the other side of the mirror and a figure began to slowly appear, a tall figure of a man dressed in black robes. The very image of the one that knelt before the mirror apart from one major difference. Where as The Lord of Darkness had green eyes, the one known as The Purity of Evil had eyes that were pitch black.
