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The dark flooded the room completely. Nothing could be seen, everything in front of them seemed to be covered in black like a blanket.

They was not alone, the sounds of coughing and shuffling of other cultists was a sign that the meeting was about to begin. From a distance a candle was being lit to shine some light into the blackened room, the candle grew unnaturally bright as if it was possessed or cursed and was placed neatly in the centre of the table revealing a large map laid out flat across the mahogany table with what looked like chess pieces placed specifically on each part of the map. Except the chess pieces looked exactly like the heroes, the cultists, the monsters and the companions that followed in the heroes adventures.

"How could you have all failed?" questioned a dark voice from the other side of the table, the cultists stared at the dark lord in confusion and shame "I was burnt to death and stabbed by Xephos!" protested Jock in his pirate accent, he didn't dare raise his voice too high "I was stabbed by the heroes with a steak"

"I was also stabbed with a diamond sword!" the stories over lapped with each other on their deaths making it hard to hear the 'excuses' "I understand... you were all stabbed or burnt or- whatever! But what I don't understand is that not one of you even came close to even killing them" he turned his albino eyes to the mutated creeper to his right and stroked it on the chin "Actually... Creeper_Boss has been close to killing them" he sighed disappointedly and continued to pet the creeper "The dreaded sun cannot just stay there in the sun, I want the world to be as dark and as dry as the Nether. The intoxicated sand will spread through the world and dry out the lakes, rivers and even the sea so nothing will live- then, the other gods and important spirits will probably be forced to leave or see me as a higher power" he grinned as he drummed his fingers on the table quietly, it didn't eve make a sound "Well we can ju-" Finbarr paused as 2 large doors opened, from the doorway appeared Reverend_John carrying his sword by his side with his bible in his pocket and a chess piece in his hands "John?" Israphel said in a lighter tone, the reverend was a loyal and trustworthy cultist to his master "Any news or anything?" he asked as he approached the table not bothering to sit down. He stared deeply at the map and swiped his hand across it, removing 2 chess pieces: A charged creeper and a spider jockey "I'm afraid they have murdered the creeper and the jockey" he sighed in disappointment rolling a chess piece in his palm "How did they do it then?"

John held his hands behind his back and sighed in disappointment again "The jockey came rushing to them from the wall and shot a few arrows at the heroes. But- the dwarf quickly killed it by grabbing the spider and crushing it along with the skeleton..."

"And..."

"The charged creeper appeared slowly after but appeared behind the spaceman, so he turned around and sliced it's head clean off with his diamond sword" he sighed again waiting for Israphel's reply "They are actually really good at this" he finally commented and continued to drum his fingers with a grin "I'm sorry sir?" Israphel looked up the table towards the cultists surrounding the map "They are doing better then what Verigan did years ago. I'm just wondering what makes them the heroes of legend- why these two idiots?" they paused for a moment and stared down at Xephos' chess piece "They're both in Mystral city at the moment... it looks like the town is back somehow" Israphel also shared the same glare and looked at the chess piece "That's also another thing I don't understand..."

"What?"

"If Xephos is from space- then how did he meet Honeydew and he is also very good with a diamond sword" they all paused in thought. Why and how? Israphel stared at the piece of the spaceman and held his head in his palm before giving a smirk "Can I borrow the chess piece for a second?" he asked as Vitali passed the piece carefully to him "What?"

Everyone paused in complete silence and Israphel stared at it in high concentration "I got a brilliant idea to bring both of the heroes down- down with the heroes- down with the world" he smirked more standing up from his chair and placing the chess piece in his coat pocket "What about that piece?"

"I just noticed something about the spaceman... it'll also crush Honeydew when I'm done 'playing'"

No one bothered to stand up, they all looked at each other and shrugged in confusion.

Creeper_Boss followed his master closely behind with a proud smile across his creeper face with Zombie_Boss and Reverend_John behind.

"What the-"

"No idea... no idea..."

Sorry this is so short- think of it as a prologue or something :S (Honeydew is not gonna be happy)