The Man with the Mask
On the ninth floor of the Forbidden Tower there is a room. It's not exactly a throne room even though there is a throne like chair at the back end of one wall. Actually the room is more like a den type of thing. The man sitting on the chair itself, however, was no recreational type of person as is. He stood about 6' 2" and had piercing glowing red eyes hidden behind a smooth gray mask that seemed to partially be made out of cloth and some other material. His black hair came partially down his back in vicious spikes and he wore a black cape around his back.
A man who had been watching out of a window from the thirteenth floor earlier back walked in. A bat perched on his shoulder flew onto the ledge of the wall. "Have you seen him yet?" the black robed figure asked in a voice that sounded of a low zombified tone. "No sir," the man replied. "Well keep looking. It's not like Justin to return this late when I ask him to complete just one simple task." "I'm sure he has reason to be late Julian. Look at it this way sir. With this type of thing there could be----complications." Julian's mask seemed to look like he was raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean Bat?" he asked.
"The releasing of a demon of any kind could have all sorts of trouble involved. You must know how to harness the demon in order for him or her to listen before deciding whether or not to kill you." Bat had a little trouble breathing after saying all that. Julian's response was weak. "Thank you for that...um...optimistic outlook on that." He stood up and stretched his legs. "There must be some way to keep those boys in line. All my life I've had plans for the Tai Hom Village and they always have to go and screw it up." He sighed. "I never do anything like rob banks or murder people for being who they are. All I want is control." Bat had left room a couple minutes into the speech. "Well, I might as well wait."
"Rudolf you have not been a funny boy this morning." Deep said as he stood around watching for Rudolf's brother Henry to return from archery practice in the Lion Forest. "No, but I never tried for Comedy Central Presents now have I?" Rudolf returned. ""What the fuck is that? You and your little fantasy worlds again." Deep had no interest in Rudolf's so-assumed made up TV shows. He did, however, jump to the side when Henry nearly flattened him. "Trouble. Big capital letters, Neon sign, the whole thirteen floors." He was breathless and Deep was amazed that he could even speak from running so fast. "And that would be?" Henry looked at him breathing heavily before answering. "There was a glowing flash of light coming from Queen's Island on the west side." Rudolf stared in disbelief. "There's nothing but a few caves on that---uh-oh." "Uh-oh what?" Deep demanded. "I didn't know those caves had openings. All I ever saw were big black paint-things in front of the stone." Henry smacked his head against the door at the sight of his idiotic brother's stupidity.
"Call in the others? I smell a faceless other dimensional rat in a mask." "Do you ever breathe?" Rudolf asked turning to the fast-talking Deep. Then he ducked as Deep's sword came within inches of his throat. "Let's go. I think it's time we paid the elder a little visit." Henry spoke up upon hearing this request. "That old bald geezer? He never has anything to say to us." They had gotten into a spot of trouble way back when with the village elder, a monk named Jiala. "I'll go and you two find Firen and Freeze. I think they did their opposites attract breakfast thing again." "This is so not good." Henry moaned. "No but it's not gonna just walk away either." Their leader replied. And so it wouldn't.