Völtaire sat upon his throne made of sacrificed flesh and bones. The demonic immortal had a smirk across his pale, white face, waiting for his goal to reach to him. taking a sip of wine from the grail. The peasants approached him to deliver the message from The master of Warlocks, the Devil's best warrior, his father, Mortisis.
"What is it, you pathetic fools?" demanded Völtaire.
The youngest peasant croaked and mumbled, "The Dark Lords urge you to come to the River of Misery at once." "Interesting, I'll be there in 50 minutes" Völtaire said as he threw the cloak over his shoulders. Voltaire knew what was coming. He wanted to make damn sure of it. He killed his own competition to get what he wants, even family. He's a cold-blooded murderer who always get respects as a King, even if he acts like a slave.
The young selfish heir stalked his way out of his castle on top of a silent high hill, through the forest, and down at the bottom creek. Where the shrieks and moans from suffers lies within the waters of River of Misery. Awaiting for the honored, the Dark Lords have set up a stage. Filled with candles, animal craniums devoted to the previous honored, stone statues and, markings made out of a mysterious red fluid. In the center of it all, a small stand with a glass cover. Inside, a precious dagger encrested with 3 red saphires.
Völtaire kneeled in front of the sacred stand and unveiled his face from the deep red cloak. A High Priest greeted him by placing his cruel hand on his forehead. "I sense it is time." hissed the High Priest. Völtaire looked up to the ancient man with narrow, dark eyes. "You have come far and battled your own blood to obtain this position," said the priest with his wiltered lips, "As a reward to follow your father, Mortisis, I hearby declare you, Völtaire Von Grosvenor, as the Lord of Assasins for all of eternity!" The clasps of hands at the River of Misery had every soul around the Underworld prepared for doomed fate if they tried to escape.
A bulky, tall figure with horns stood above Völtaire. The warlock gave out his claws for Völtaire to reach to stand him up. "Son. I will give you the same mark my father and father's father have given me for thousands of years. Remove the clothing from your torso." calmly said Mortisis. Völtaire steadily unbuttoned his ruffled shirt to reveal his pale bare chest. He then laid on his stomache on the cool soothing grass. He felt a sharp jolt on his lower back. The blade made it's shape all the way to the top. Now his back covered in blood, he had one of his servants pat a damp towel on his back. But it was no use, his skin started to heal. "We shall feast tonight!" cheered Gonard, one of the Dark Lords. "Yes!" agreed Anders, the Advisor,"O Völtaire, Grant us permission to witness your first official murder?" "Thou shall all witness thy first blood feast!" replied Völtaire, mocking Anders way of speech.
A gargoyle sitting on a fragile branch nearby spread her wings and screeched into the night. Something was not suppose to be here, perhaps is wasn't here but it is near to danger of contact the Underworld. "I sense a being against our will is approaching. We shall search it and destroy. Völtaire, maybe this is your chance to prove your powers to us? Let's head over to that direction." said Mortisis, pointing to the Northeast.

Running through the dried weeds and moist moss, Annoinette gasped for air. Escaping from fear, she did everything in her pure soul to save herself. She disguised herself in a rose shrub her height.Catching her breath, she tried to remember what happened.
Gabrielle, the one of the only people I trusted, betrayed me? Why? How can she tell the Protector that I release evil upon his sacred land that ended up killing his wife and his only and youngest son? Was it for wrath? Or envy? I must have done something extremely wrong to deserve this. But I devoted my entire life and afterlife for a clean soul and earned my wings and 2nd rank powers...
A roughhand wrapped around her fragile neck and lifted her off her bare feet. Annoinette struggled with her delicate fingers to loosen the grip. She began to sob as she thought about her fate. "You destroyed the only family I had left, destroyed my future, declared war on the heavens with these monsters that will take a lifetime to get rid of. You shall pay the heavy consequences by having your eternal bliss ended and live eternity with misery!" growled Marcus, the Protector of the Heavens, as his grip grew tighter. Marcus reached into a pocket of his coat and slipped a switch-blade out of it. The sharp razor barely touched Annoinette's flesh on her neck. Her pulse races more as the pressure deepens. She hits the stones with a sudden thud.
He was gone, out of her sight. She kneels down and wails from her traumatic expirience. She had no time to lose, she had to flee from the forest and hide somewhere. It was obvious no one wanted her back after the incident. As she lifted her bruised and scratched self, an arrow pinned her hand. Blood was sprinkling from her palm. She tried to jerk away, but more arrows were added to the collection. Her nightgown now drenched in blood and tears. She expected to see Marcus again, but something wasn't right. It was a group of people, one of them with horns. Her worst fear came to mind: She trespassed to the Underworld. "Well well well, what do have here? My first sacrifice?" snickered Völtaire, pinching the fine woman's cheek. Annoinette blacked out from tonight's devastating events.