Chapter Two
Nobody has ever described the Underworld as better as Dante in his Divine Comedy. It was separated into three main sections; Inferno, a colossal furnace where evil souls that did harm resided. This part was watched over by Mephisto most from the other two parts, Limbo and Purgatory. The one who beheld Limbo and Purgatory was Mephisto's faithful apprentice, Lord Doom, otherwise known as the dark Fantastic, Victor. In his cavern chamber he sat, laughing long and hard at the suffering of the poor souls being tortured in purgatory, or at the loneliness of those trapped in Limbo. Despite these activities taking up Victor's time, and all of the souls he witnessed, he could never get five particular souls off of his mind.
"Curse that Reed Richards, his daughter, and those pathetic friends of theirs." He boomed out in such a loud tone, a stalactite fell, and barely missed the evil one.
"If only there was some way I could get to them, drag their miserable, worthless selves down here to my lair, and give them the best fit discipline I ever could, unlike that buffoon, Mephisto." Victor thought out loud.
He had plans to eventually take over the Underworld, and through that realm, Earth and the universe. But, Victor was well aware that he had a long way to go to achieve that goal. Despite that, Victor then had a considerable number of followers. One of who happened to fly into his lair in the form of a raven that moment while Victor paced up and down the floor.
"Greetings sire." The bird turned into a man said.
"Ah Boris, tis good to see you, my faithful one. How was your sightseeing trip in that lovely New York City?" Victor questioned.
"Well sire, it was the usual sights I saw. The mortals consuming more than their fill of the demon drink, shooting others for money to buy the demon drink, destroying objects and people under the influence of the demon drink. And all of these activities executed for the mere purpose of celebrating the coming of a new lunar year. Yes, it was the usual events. And, you should have been there with me Master." Responded Boris.
"I abhor the fact I had to miss that this lunar year, but you know how that pathetic Mephisto is about my attending events on Earth like that." Victor sighed.
"Oh yes! Sire, as glorious as what I told you about sounded, none of them were as glorious as something else I saw." Boris piped up.
"What is it? Tell me, NOW!" Victor hollered.
"Well sire, I saw that place you have had your eyes on for the past few years, the Baxter Building has a new tenant."
"So?! It is more than likely someone who is aiming to buy the cursed place." Victor replied, almost angrily.
"At midnight? You know how the mortals on Earth operate with their days and nights! This new tenant is not mortal." Boris said.
"You mean... it is one of THEM?!" Victor chimed.
"Yes sire, it is one of them who you hate. Take a look on one of your monitors right now. I believe you will be delighted as to which one of them it is."
Victor did as his faithful servant, both in his previous life and right then, suggested. He turned to one of five enchanted monitors in his chamber, and peered right into it. What was before his eyes made him fill up with both contentment and hate.
"This is indeed an excellent find Boris! That Richards is such a fool! Sending his most beloved daughter onto the Earthly plane! Doesn't he REALIZE how VULNERABLE that MAKES HER? I LOVE IT! Good job Boris!" Doom rejoiced.
"I do only the best for you sire." Boris said in response to his master's strong compliment.
And there, Victor celebrated as wildly as the New Yorkers did over the New Year in Times Square, except it was over what he felt would be quite an easy stone to step on in his path to universal conquest.
Nobody has ever described the Underworld as better as Dante in his Divine Comedy. It was separated into three main sections; Inferno, a colossal furnace where evil souls that did harm resided. This part was watched over by Mephisto most from the other two parts, Limbo and Purgatory. The one who beheld Limbo and Purgatory was Mephisto's faithful apprentice, Lord Doom, otherwise known as the dark Fantastic, Victor. In his cavern chamber he sat, laughing long and hard at the suffering of the poor souls being tortured in purgatory, or at the loneliness of those trapped in Limbo. Despite these activities taking up Victor's time, and all of the souls he witnessed, he could never get five particular souls off of his mind.
"Curse that Reed Richards, his daughter, and those pathetic friends of theirs." He boomed out in such a loud tone, a stalactite fell, and barely missed the evil one.
"If only there was some way I could get to them, drag their miserable, worthless selves down here to my lair, and give them the best fit discipline I ever could, unlike that buffoon, Mephisto." Victor thought out loud.
He had plans to eventually take over the Underworld, and through that realm, Earth and the universe. But, Victor was well aware that he had a long way to go to achieve that goal. Despite that, Victor then had a considerable number of followers. One of who happened to fly into his lair in the form of a raven that moment while Victor paced up and down the floor.
"Greetings sire." The bird turned into a man said.
"Ah Boris, tis good to see you, my faithful one. How was your sightseeing trip in that lovely New York City?" Victor questioned.
"Well sire, it was the usual sights I saw. The mortals consuming more than their fill of the demon drink, shooting others for money to buy the demon drink, destroying objects and people under the influence of the demon drink. And all of these activities executed for the mere purpose of celebrating the coming of a new lunar year. Yes, it was the usual events. And, you should have been there with me Master." Responded Boris.
"I abhor the fact I had to miss that this lunar year, but you know how that pathetic Mephisto is about my attending events on Earth like that." Victor sighed.
"Oh yes! Sire, as glorious as what I told you about sounded, none of them were as glorious as something else I saw." Boris piped up.
"What is it? Tell me, NOW!" Victor hollered.
"Well sire, I saw that place you have had your eyes on for the past few years, the Baxter Building has a new tenant."
"So?! It is more than likely someone who is aiming to buy the cursed place." Victor replied, almost angrily.
"At midnight? You know how the mortals on Earth operate with their days and nights! This new tenant is not mortal." Boris said.
"You mean... it is one of THEM?!" Victor chimed.
"Yes sire, it is one of them who you hate. Take a look on one of your monitors right now. I believe you will be delighted as to which one of them it is."
Victor did as his faithful servant, both in his previous life and right then, suggested. He turned to one of five enchanted monitors in his chamber, and peered right into it. What was before his eyes made him fill up with both contentment and hate.
"This is indeed an excellent find Boris! That Richards is such a fool! Sending his most beloved daughter onto the Earthly plane! Doesn't he REALIZE how VULNERABLE that MAKES HER? I LOVE IT! Good job Boris!" Doom rejoiced.
"I do only the best for you sire." Boris said in response to his master's strong compliment.
And there, Victor celebrated as wildly as the New Yorkers did over the New Year in Times Square, except it was over what he felt would be quite an easy stone to step on in his path to universal conquest.