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Ch.7 Minions Of The Dark Lord
It was nine a clock at night and the Museum Of Dark History was closed down and not but two souls were still within the structure. Morgan Deprea silently locked the museum doors and nervously checked his watch, letting out a sigh of immense relief he walked towards the security booth where an overweight guard was getting ready for his night shift. Morgan set his hand down on the table, trying to get the guards attention.
"Excuse me…Carl," Morgan said trying to remember the guard's name.
Carl snorted and looked up at the museums elegant curator, "Why don't you take the rest of the night off?" Morgan continued.
Carl was uncertain for a moment, "Are you sure? I don't have any problems working my shift."
"No no no, you have family right and I'm certain that you want to spend time with them since you work for so long, yes?" He asked, grinning.
Carl's expression sunk and he looked guilty for a moment, "Yeah your right my wife has been going through a rough time lately and I could rent some movies for the kids and I to watch." He stated.
"That's the spirit!" Morgan declared, "Go head!"
Carl sat up and shook the curator's hand, "Thank you sir! I really appreciate this!" Carl stated before walking to the back door and disappearing.
Morgan made sure the guard was gone before proceeding into the center of the museum. He snarled and looked at the hand the guard had shook.
"Disgusting creature!" He growled, "When the time comes I will personally slaughter him!"
"And when do we get to have a little fun?" A voice asked.
Morgan turned to face the executioner statue and frowned, "You will have the pleasure of killing when I say so!"
Without warning the surface of the stone statue softened and turned to black cloth, marble turned into bright orange eyes, and a stone axe quickly turned into gleaming stainless metal. The statue groaned and stretched about.
"Do you know how difficult it is to stomach humans watching you for hours without end?" It asked.
"I can only imagine." Morgan muttered.
"The kind Executioner just asked a very good question." Another voice stated.
Morgan turned to see another figure falling from the rafters and towards him, he was dressed in a long red silk gown and a crown of horns sprouted from his head, this creature was clutching a stone slab in one hand while another held a staff.
"Judgment." Morgan named the creature.
An unearthly howl echoed through the museum and a hellish beast emerged from behind the wall closest to Morgan. Standing fifteen feet tall the creature gnashed it's fangs together when it saw Morgan and the others, it had the head of a wolf, white tiger striped skin, the mane of a lion, and enormous seven inch claws on each finger. It stood on its hind legs and reared up to give another howl.
"Savage!" Morgan called out, "Not so loud I want to make sure that no one knows about us just yet."
"And when will they know about us?" A sinister voice asked.
Emerging from the shadows came a creature so terrifying the mind could only imagine what spawned such a hideous beast. Dressed in a long tattered black and red robe, and standing eight feet tall was a being even more frightening than the hell beast that had awakened only seconds ago. The hideous being spread out skeletal wings with long dangling skin, and its fleshless skull of a face that resembled that of a wolf glittered with blood. Demon horns sprouted from the side of its head evil yellow eyes followed Morgan's every movement.
Morgan was shocked for a moment but quickly recovered, "Terror." He mumbled.
"When are we going to put our plan into action?" Terror asked.
"The boy is going to meet Scourge here tonight, either he join's us willingly or we take him." Morgan answered.
"And what about Raven the Teen Titan?" Executioner asked.
Morgan chuckled, "Raven is mine."
"MORGAN!" A mighty voice rang fourth.
Morgan turned in shock to the mighty statue in the middle of the room with them. Almost immediately every specter in the room sank to their knees and bowed before it.
"Master what it?" Morgan asked.
The eyes of the statue began to glow, "Are they going to be delivered to me soon?"
"Yes master," Morgan started, "They will be delivered to you but these things take time and.."
"I what!" The statue roared, "Need to be patient? I have been patient for over a thousand years to finally walk the earth once more!"
"Yes master I know but I'm just asking for a little more time!" Morgan pleaded.
"Tell me I did make a mistake putting you in charge Morgan." The voice stated, "Tell me that I did not make a mistake by giving you your powers."
Morgan sat up , "No master I can assure you, the ghost boy will be delivered to you tonight and Raven will be captured soon after!"
There was a long silence, "Very well than." The voice said in a softer tone.
Morgan took a deep breathe and sat up to leave, "One last thing Morgan." The voice rang out.
Morgan turned in surprise, "You will not be the one to kidnap Raven." The statue spoke.
"W-what do you mean?" Morgan stammered.
"The Guardian will deliver who to me." The voice said.
Morgan turned towards the enormous dragon not far from the statue, the statue shifted and stone began cracking and splitting. The rock covered wings softened and exploded revealing black dark blue skin. Plaster eye sockets sank and bright red eyes flickered open. Stone feet moved about and stepped onto the tile floor.
Morgan who was in the shadow of this enormous creature stared speechless, as the mighty Guardian of the specter realm reared back and a primeval roar erupted from it's throat.