"By the anceint hand that bestows life...Hide thy evil for another time."
The group of men gathered around the anceint markings of the tomb. Their hands sretched forward as they continued their haunting chant. They all wanted to get the duty over with, or better yet not do it at all. But they had to, they had to do the task at hand. Too much was at risk. Their black hoods cast a deadly shadow over their faces, their long black cloaks drifting in an unseen wind. Their hyms were dark and mysterious, their voices dripping with dark magik. The atmosphere seemed to be getting darker and darker, the written heiroglyphics of the egyptian tomb glowing in the endless dark, the chuckle of Anubis whispering amoung their anceint tongues. Suddenly, they stopped, a pregnat silence filling the room. One looked around, and groaned.
"Are we done yet?" he asked, folding his arms. His sleeves hung loosely down onto his sides, the sleeves obviously too big for his arms. "I'm tired of waiting, and I'm tired of saying that stupid spell."
Another, boviously loosing pateince as well, snarled at him. "This is an important duty." he snapped. His lower jaw was conceled by a mask, adding to his mysterious figure. "We need to do all that we can do to--"
"We GET it." the third snapped. He smirked, the 'X' scar on his right cheek moving with his mocking tone of the second. "But this is what we, The Suit, have been waiting for. This is our purpose, our destiny, our--"
"Shush." hissed the fourth. "I hear something."
Silence.
"You're just losing it." the first snickered, covering his mouth with the long black sleeves. "Nothing's gonna come out of this coffin."
The golden cover to the cursed cage flew open, almost hitting the third. Almost all of a sudden, a dark aura arose, a green mistic fog covering the eyes of the hooded figures. A ghastly holwing wind blew about, coming from almost nowhere but the demonic coffin. The Suit tried their best to push forward, to close the gate that lead to the hell inside, but their efforts where to no evail. A bony hand reached out and gripped the side of the coffin, slowly growing bones, veins, and skin as the hooded figures fought to silence the regenrating creature. It pushes itself up, red glowing orbs for eye sockets, bandages and tattered clothing hanging off its body. As the meat grew upon its dusty bones, the wind whipped their faces even more, pinning the hoooded figures against the wall. Black hair began to sprout upong the dusty skull, and it cokced its head to the side eeriely, pointing one hand towards the men. From it's coffin, millions of black, formless figures appeared and danced in the sky, singing of meyhem and destruction. Each one slid into the mouth of the men, they even phased through the second's mask. The chuckle of Anubis rose yet again, this time passing through the morphing lips of the creature becoming hair grew longer, and the skin connected and stitched together faster, until finally, a shadow of a living person stood in the coffin. The wind stopped, the demons tongue's disappeared.
Silence.
It stepped out, the ground hissing with it's evil. The black shapes crawled aside, away from the evil. It glanced up towards the walls, hieroglyphics decorating the walls. It chuckled, dark, demonic. It touched the wall, melting the charms and warnings of the evil it was. It turned away, a deadly shadow like the other demons, formless, with two white holes for eyes, and a sharp, wicked grin stretching across its face.
"I'm freee...."