Lightning shook the ceiling, rattling the bars on the hydronite cage. The dark spirit inside fluttered restlessly as his guard, dressed in a blue jumpsuit, strolled by, swinging his pure copper keys.
The room was large, with Greek ionic pillars holding up the gilt, quartz ceiling. In the middle of the room stood a crimson, velvet carpet. Atop this mat was an opaque canister holding an object that had the potential to destroy the world. The room was guarded by two heavily padlocked bronze doors decorated with the Greek symbol slightly resembling a horseshoe. The spirit knew this symbol was Omega, the last letter of the Greek alphabet, universally known as the end.
Suddenly, the guard halted. He fell to the marble ground, a huge, black icicle protruding through him. A new man walked into the room.
He was fairly tall, with sharp jawbones and an elegant posture, as if he were raised by a prince. His skin was deathly white, and his hands were so skinny, you could almost see his bones. He wore a pitch-black cape, swinging through the chilly breeze. He also wore a Kevlar armor body suit and chain mail pants, and he had that look on his face that showed he was confident he would live forever.
This man swept down, swooping low enough to yank the keys out of the dead guard's hand. He walked leisurely over to the hydronite cage and opened it. Free! Free at last! The spirit zoomed away, pleased that it was out of the cooped-up cage. But of course there was always a debt.
The spirit turned its gaze on the pale man. The man smiled evilly, grinning as if he knew the future and wanted to change it. The man cackled with madness as another lightning bolt streaked across the night sky, causing a downpour of hail upon the marble.