Sertherouth looked around at the progress his minions were making and smiled. They had set up all of the required symbols, and candles in just the right areas. Bodies littered the floor from where the other vampires and demons had come together to slaughter the amount of people needed to create all of the extensive symbols in human blood. The minions were also cementing most of the basement of Lincoln High School in brick, except of course, one little entry point. One of the vampires walked up to him, a smile evident upon his face. Sertherouth was a tall vampire, standing around 6'10'' with a very imposing build, merely being around the vampire lord was intimidating.

"We are almost done M'lord, we are merely awaiting the arrival of the Dagger of Thoran." the minion stated with obvious excitement. Their plans were comming to fruitation and it would be mere days before they could open their own Hellmouth. Then the real fun would begin.

"How much longer until our preperations are complete?" Sertherouth inquired, he never really cared, he knew it would be done in time, but he also knew that fear was something that kept most of the other in line. Fear of him, fear of not keeping him pleased, and most of all fear of his wrath.

"It shall be only another day or so M'lord" the minion responded to the imposing figure he called his lord, yet is was soon evident that it was the wrong answer that he had given. Sertherouth reached up and snaped the neck of the vampire that was in front of him, then pushed him back into the sharp edge of the broken wooden table that the lazy minions had yet to clean up. The poor minion dusted unfantastically, as dustings go.

"Take this idiot as an example!" he yelled "Double your efforts, finish our work here, and when the Dagger of Thoran arrives, we shall have our very own Hellmouth!"

~~~~~~~Sorry so short, this evenings edition shall be longer and better, laughs were running through the inroductions here~~~~~~