He was angry.
Angry? Check. Betrayed? Check. MAD BEYOND MEASURE? Double check.
Nothing could make him smile anymore except the blood of his sworn enemy on his hands.
It had been months, even years. But still he crawled. Still he dragged himself towards the light of the dark world's existence, despite the long and gruelling process.
The dark night loomed before him, only purple clouds and mist so dark they covered the stars in the endless sky. Further beyond the light was a huge barren piece of land, wasted and absolutely empty, void of life. Closer, in front of him stretched an impossible yawning field of obsidian stalagmites. The light seemed ever so bleak and far than ever now.
But still he went on, fuelled only by the hatred for his enemy and nothing else at all. If anyone peered inside his head right now, his thoughts were flinging themselves at his skull, roiling around the interior, angrily raging inside. Like trapped spirits. Like glass. They were throwing themselves at his head, rampaging around like mad bulls. But even through the shattering chaos was a single clear voice. A single, clear thought. If the others were all italic fonts, this one was black. Bold and black. And stood out as the only Crimson text font.
Blood, this one rasped. Revenge. Death.
'Yes…' he groaned, inching forward a metre. 'Make…them…pay.'
At his last words, a huge roar sent him stumbling back a few good kilometres, which was all that he'd managed to make during the course of a month.
In front of him materialised three main figures, green, red and purple. Their shadows were blurry to say at the least, but if he squinted he could see that two smaller figures stood behind the green one, a huge orange shadow loomed behind the red one, flanked by about a hundred bronze figures and a black one next to the red. The purple one had hundreds of arrays of colours behind it, dark green, green blue, bright cherry red, and black.
'Hello, ah, what should I call you—'
The voice seemed to be from the green shadow.
'No!' He growled. 'No mere mortal can say my name.'
A hiss came from the purple one.
'But we are no mere mortalsssssss, Immortal,' the purple hissed, drawing out the 's' for some reason. 'We are alliesssssss called back from the dead.'
'Indeed,' the red one spoke with a raspy accent and a female voice. 'By the decree wrought by the Bringersss of Doom we shall come and assssssissst you in the way of desssstroying Ninjago.'
Behind the red figure, the bronze shadows emitted a sound that sounded like stomping feet.
A smile appeared on his face.
Yes, perhaps the Ninja were stronger. Yes, perhaps he was weaker. But the scales could be tipped if he brought such an army upon Ninjago…
He threw back his head and laughed, laughed so hard his chest hurt, his lungs flared, but he didn't care. He laughed and laughed until all of Ninjago could hear his ringing voice, and one person in particular…