Meanwhile in a far off citadel...
'Master, Master!' The Nephilim groaned to a shadowy figure sitting on a cold stone chair, 'What is it Igor?' The hooded figure asked. He was short, very short, 'We... uh have a... Whats the word, Prag...no that's not it... Prol...No...Problem! We have a problem!' The dumb creature beamed, 'What kind of problem?' the Nephilim Lord gritted his teeth, 'The two Unknowns... they...uh?' he paused and his eyes crossed so it looked as if he was counting, 'Yeh! The two Unknowns have escaped!' he smiled again, 'WHAT?' The Nephilim lord flipped from his throne and landed behind him, 'Huh? Where'd everybody go?' The Nephilim said. Then he caught on and turned around to find that the "Master" had a cruelly curved Keyblade at its throat, 'Hi?' The Nephilim asked, 'How...did... This happen!' 'I don't want to tell you! You're being mean!' 'Grr! Tell me and I may spare your life you dim-witted baboon!' 'Now that's more like it! Their two friends interfered when the Heartless thingy was gunna bring them here!' 'Hmm... That duck and that dog are growing annoying...I will send Apollyon my greatest warrior to destroy them when they arrive here in Traverse town. But now, for your stupidity you shall die!' 'Hey that's not fai...' he was cut off- literally. The Nephilim' s head rolled off into a corner and the body evaporated into mist... 'Solders!' The Nephilim lord roared and his voice was heard throughout Ansem' s old house, 'Release Apollyon!' Somewhere, deep in the bowels of the citadel something hideous clenched its warty hands, rattled its chains and growled...
'Master, Master!' The Nephilim groaned to a shadowy figure sitting on a cold stone chair, 'What is it Igor?' The hooded figure asked. He was short, very short, 'We... uh have a... Whats the word, Prag...no that's not it... Prol...No...Problem! We have a problem!' The dumb creature beamed, 'What kind of problem?' the Nephilim Lord gritted his teeth, 'The two Unknowns... they...uh?' he paused and his eyes crossed so it looked as if he was counting, 'Yeh! The two Unknowns have escaped!' he smiled again, 'WHAT?' The Nephilim lord flipped from his throne and landed behind him, 'Huh? Where'd everybody go?' The Nephilim said. Then he caught on and turned around to find that the "Master" had a cruelly curved Keyblade at its throat, 'Hi?' The Nephilim asked, 'How...did... This happen!' 'I don't want to tell you! You're being mean!' 'Grr! Tell me and I may spare your life you dim-witted baboon!' 'Now that's more like it! Their two friends interfered when the Heartless thingy was gunna bring them here!' 'Hmm... That duck and that dog are growing annoying...I will send Apollyon my greatest warrior to destroy them when they arrive here in Traverse town. But now, for your stupidity you shall die!' 'Hey that's not fai...' he was cut off- literally. The Nephilim' s head rolled off into a corner and the body evaporated into mist... 'Solders!' The Nephilim lord roared and his voice was heard throughout Ansem' s old house, 'Release Apollyon!' Somewhere, deep in the bowels of the citadel something hideous clenched its warty hands, rattled its chains and growled...