Radioactive- Imagine Dragons
In a massive explosion of magic, Skulduggery was gone. He was no more. But in his place stood the Devil incarnated.
Lord Vile had woken up.
But what exactly had he woken up to? To ash and dust, to a warzone. He inhaled the smell of war; the intoxicating scent of death. Such a sweet aroma. It was beautiful.
Vile looked down at the battlefield below him. He had a vantage point, a perfect view, from the hill he was stood on. At his gesture, the dainty tulips littering the ground wilted and died. He was ready. But the question was- were they?
There was going to be an onslaught. This was it. The apocalypse.
Because he was awake. After so long stuck in the back of Skulduggery's mind, personified by his bad thoughts and feelings, he was finally here. He could feel it in his bones; no muscles to tire, no skin to bleed, no organs to wound.
Oh, he was ready.
It was time to welcome the earth to the new age, because he was like a bomb waiting to go off. He was radioactive.
He was wearing deadly black armour; cold, sharp, sleek, smooth and, most importantly, devilishly handsome. He was a walking armoury, and god, was it magnificent. It was a shame it wasn't red, he reflected satirically. He'd have fit right in, in this blood-soaked land.
The sun was up, he observed. What a beautiful day it was for bloodshed. Lord Vile was feeling it, deep in his bones, straight from inside. Not from Skulduggery, mind you. Skulduggery sat inside, yes, but he was just furniture. No, he felt it from his soul, from his essence. This was what he wanted. He wanted to destroy, to kill, to avenge his family's death- no, murder.
He smiled a skeletal smile to himself, and shadow-walked from the hill to the middle of the battlefield.
Slowly, all the action began to stop, until everyone was staring at him, anticipating what would happen. Who was this being? And, more importantly, who's side was he on?
He spotted some familiar faces amongst the crowd. The Dead Men. Looking weary, tired and sick; sick of this war. But they had determination in their eyes.
Lord Vile summoned his shadows, sharpening the points. Suddenly, as one, they lashed out, emanating from him in a sphere, obliterating whatever they struck.
Lord Vile tilted his head. Welcome to the new age.