The ancient city of Orgona, home of the prison that holds Earth's darkest, most sinful creatures, is in ruins. The prison walls still stand tall and still hold their prisoners. Inside the walls of this ancient prison, down the darkest corridor, in the cell at the very end, kneels a prisoner. His head bowed to a wall that holds a tapestry of Christ. However, this prisoner isn't praying, he's digging. With his arm under the tapestry, he scratches at the stone wall with nothing but black nails. After a year of hard work, he finally breaks through to a dark, narrow channel.
As the prisoner claws his way between ancient walls, he comes to a dead end against a thick wooden door. Pressing a shoulder against the door, he digs in and pushes with all his might. Finally, the door opens with a groan. This action sucks air into the pitch black chamber. The tapestry, back in the prisoner's cell, covering the entrance to the channel pulls tight against the wall. Then billows outward like a sail.
The prisoner slowly pulls himself into the new found chamber, choking on the heavy air that lingers inside of it. He slowly spins around, scanning the musty room. The room is filled with antique furniture, a few empty crates, and what seem to be several skeletons. Continuing to look around the chamber room, the prisoner looks to the far wall, spying a hint of light leaking in from the outside. A way out of this Hell hole. He thinks to himself as he searches for something to climb on to, to reach the light. Pulling out an old chest from a cobwebbed corner, the prisoner slides it against the wall with the light.
Climbing onto the chest, he grabs the edges of the hole and starts to pull away the weakened stones to make room for his body mass. As the prisoner starts to push off of the chest, it gives way and his foot crunches through the top of it. Reaching down to free himself from the broken wood, he spies something inside. Pulling both his foot and the object that was hidden within the chest out; he finds that the object of his curiosity is wrapped in an old tattered blue cloth. Unwrapping the object, the prisoner realizes that the cloth is part of what use to be an old flag. In the middle of the cloth is a symbol; a pair of white wings with a sword pointing away from said wings, all resting in a circle of gold. The object hidden within this flag looks to be some sort of iron key. About four inches long, and with three different groves in the blade, the key looked like any other old key. As he examines the key, feverish sweat starts to form on his face.
From a hill top, someone looks up into the night sky. The full moon looks back at the person, bathing them in his heavenly glow. Just then the glow slowly starts to turn to shadow. The Eclipse was upon them.
"So the time has finally come?" the person on the hill top asks the now blackened moon.
Back in the darkened chamber, the prisoner finds another, sturdier chest to climb on. Pushing the broken chest out of the way, he replaces it with the new one he had found. Climbing on top of this new chest, he starts towards the way out.
Inside the walls of the prison, a guard makes his rounds. Flashing the beam of his flashlight into the cells, one by one, the guard checks the cells when his beam of light falls upon the tapestry. It was when the tapestry billows out from the wall that the hole was revealed. With a gasp, the guard abruptly turns and dashes to the guard station. Once he arrives, his fellow guards look his way with question. Shaking his head, the guard sounds the alarm. In response to the sounding alarms, the centuries turn their lights on, searching for the escaped prisoner. Soon the guards are running all throughout the prison, weapons in hand.
On the other side of the wall, the prisoner squeezes out of the hole still gripping the key tightly. Braking from the hole to the cavern, he runs for the tree line. The sound of the guards yelling for him to stop fills the prisoner's ears. Spinning around to face the guards, the prisoner's grip upon the key tightens. The sounds of gunshots fill the air. The bullets rip through the air in the direction of the prisoner. However, they never hit their target. With a smile, the prisoner turns his back on the guards and runs for it. The guards chasing after him while checking their guns.
After running for what seemed like an hour, the prisoner breaks from the trees and stumbles into an old dirt road. Headlights wash over him like a holy beam of warm light. The only thing that made that perfect image untrue was the sound of tires screeching, trying to come to a stop. The prisoner turns to look directly at the source of the sound to just get violently thrown to the ground in a heap. The car slides to a stop as the driver jumps out assess the damage, and to check on the prisoner. The front end of the car is bent and, for lack of better words, destroyed. The sheet metal looks like an accordion all the way to the tires. After checking on the car, the driver scans the area in front of the car. He finally spots the body of the prisoner but is put into a state of pure shock as the prisoner starts to get to his fee. The state of shock deepens when both the driver and the prisoner realize that the prisoner is uninjured. The prisoner glances down at the key in his hand just to see that it was now gone to be replaced with an odd symbol embedded in his flesh. Still with shock evident on his face, the driver calls out to the prisoner. Getting spooked, the prisoner dashes off into the night.
Somewhere in the darkest parts of the world stands a well dressed man. His black hair and strangely colored eyes set him apart from any other human. In his hand is the iron key the prisoner had moments earlier. With a wicked, yet sickening, smile he inserted the key into a large metal gate. As the gate creaked open, the screams of creatures filled the air.