The Denpa Men fanfiction: Evil through time, Chapter 1.
Beaming over the world, the sun's rays reached far across the globe…
Not that the King of Evil would know, as he resided within the damp, dark cave that was the doldrums of the former Guardian Tower. The king was pensive and found himself pacing his dreary lair, looking for nothing particular. He was bored. Ever since that denpa dolt "Richy" had saved him from the inferno and brought down the organization, he was at a loss for what to do. There was one thing on his mind however, that was his beloved Crystal, lost forever as she had married her 'hero.' So, what could he do about it? He did what he knew best. He schemed.
Concocting his newest master plan would be a challenge, he would have to research opportunities he could exploit effectively, and this time he would conjure a backup plan, just in case that Denpa Man decided to ruin his carefully considered scheme. Then suddenly, his emotions exploded, directing him towards a single bookcase. His eyes gleamed. The book entitled, "Dark Ruins: secrets and myths." was blanketed with a thick layer of dust and ancient intricate cobwebs. Twisting his features into a devilish grin, the King of Evil knew where he was going next. But his face fell, he recalled that the Dark Ruins had long since collapsed, whatever would he do now? How would he achieve his sinister goals? It came to him. He could check the Caves of darkness, as they had the same mysterious power pulsing through the air. And so he set off…
Arriving at the so-called Cave of Darkness 3, the "ultimate cave of darkness", the King of Evil felt the pure power pouring from within the musty cave. He didn't have time to deal with the mediocre monster's attempts to scratch someone of his status, so he warped to the exit. However, nothing of interest could be found. A fallen "Last Knight" endeavoured to grab his attention, it's fading voice beckoning him. Reluctantly, the evil king listened. "You dare challenge me for the treasure?" the equine chess piece enquired. Replying unwillingly to him, the king elaborated with flattery and false loyalty, "No, my fine guardian, I'm simply seeking the key to my master plan. I initially intended to visit the Dark Ruins, however…"
"Say no more! A chamber, once used for the ceremony of darkness, is on the right if you wish."
"Oh really?" The King retorted haughtily. Although there was no reply (for he had extinguished the guardian spirit's life) and he continued onwards.
In the room, in which only the sinister made their sanctuary, were several large ancient pillars. Each one had ruined runes and were all relics in their own right. He read, enraptured by all their stories, all the magnificent history behind every one. Searching for his solution, soon to find the answer, he was pleasantly surprised and spoke the words of the stone. His voice echoed around the cavernous expanse of the room.
"He who discovers his lost past,
shall make their enemies breathe their last.
The key to ultimate power and success lies within,
Turn back the clock, every year, every hour, every min.
He who performs this volatile ritual,
Must act cautiously and his decisions be careful.
Reclaim your past, remember the present and rewrite the future."
There was a moment of brief silence, everything, everywhere. All froze. And that was when it happened.