He could hear the sounds of vultures screeching and fighting, the smell of decay covered his mouth and nostrils. Something lay on top of him, the air was incredibly hot, his hand felt burnt, still stinging. He opened his eye, the dead body of a wartyrant lay on him, its massive head pinning him to the ground. He looked at his hand, the sun was baring down on it, it had been seared to the bone. He pulled it in as fast as he could, trying to push the wartyrant's head off, he heard footsteps coming close. He froze, knowing that whatever it might be, he was at its mercy. The battle had gone bad the moment Nightmare had appeared, the attacking army probably had been massacred, along with his militia. Then he remembered Amy, he instantly pulled himself out from under the monster's giant head, as soon as the sun rays hit him, his skin began to sizzle. But he had to ensure Amy's safety, he stumbled toward the Castle. He saw dead bodies everywhere, crusaders, lizardmen, and the monsters of his city.

He looked at the walls, they lay in ruins, many of the towers were cut in half or toppled all together. He forgot about the footsteps, continuing on, he took his jacket off and pulled it over his head and shoulders, it was a brief reprieve from the merciless sun. He came to the front gates, they had been battered down, the lizards had made short work of the city. He saw his palace, centered in the middle of the city, it had been bombarded by the catapults, many of the towers were heavily damaged. He saw vultures and ravens everywhere, eating at the dead corpses. How long had he been unconscious? He didn't know, but he had to find Amy. He came to the front door, it had been battered down. He walked in, seeing his beautiful paintings and tapestries in ruins, cut to pieces, Nightmare would pay for this. He limped up the stairs, toward Amy's room, he called out. "Amy! Where are you!" No answer.

Her door was smashed down, her books lay strewn across the floor. "Amy!" He yelled one last time, he dropped to floor and fainted.

"Awake...awake mutant.", A woman's voice hissed, "I know your awake." He opened his eyes, it was sundown, the night air flowing in, he took in a deep breath, it felt like water to his parched lungs. "Raphael...do you see?" The voice asked again, finally noticing, he sat up abruptly. He had been placed in his bed, before him stood one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Her body was generously proportioned, her breasts large, her waist thin,her hips wide, her face dark and immaculate. She wore very revealing clothing, black leather stretched over her limps and torso, a long black cape descended from her shoulders to the floor. He could sense she was no human either, she was a vampire. Then he remembered Amy, he looked at her untrusting and asked, "Who are you?"

She stared at him with her emotionless eyes and said, "I am Morene, servant of the Dark Legion. I have come to take you with us, back to our king." Raphael got to his feet, he reached to his side, but his rapier was gone. She lifted Flambert, his sword, from behind her. "Is this what your looking for?" He jumped forward, she simply stepped aside, he fell to the ground. She quickly knelt down over him, she crouched down and pulled his head back, bringing her arm blades to his neck. "Your coming willingly or wounded, it doesn't matter to me." She let the blade cut his throat.

She said with a voice of poison, "We know where your Amy is, if you cooperate, we may release her." He snarled, "Where is she? What have you done with her?" She replied, "She's in a safe place, she will not be harmed, as long as you do what we say." He felt overwhelming rage, frightened that Amy might be hurt. "If you hurt her, I will tear your heart out!" He yelled, she cut into his neck even further, blood trickling down the front of his neck. "I don't care whether you live or die, but I do have orders. One last time, I am going to say this, cooperate or you and your beloved shall die." He finally relented, "Now stand." He did, his pride was the least of things he was worried about, more than likely she was telling the truth, and he had to anything to ensure her safety. "A horse awaits below, we must be swift."

She escorted him downstairs, more women stood waiting, their hair white, their skin grey, they were dark elves. A cavalry of horses waited outside, Dark Legion flags were in two of them. The elves sized Rapheal up, filling there noses with his scent. "And who is this, Morene?" A dark elf walked up, holding a weapon that looked like a large tonfa, her cloths, too, were very revealing. "Back off Cirith, he is not to be touched!" Morene said sternly. Cirith stared at Rapheal, running her hand up her belly to her breasts, trying to catch his eye. Morene walked passer her, ignoring her and shouted, "To the castle! King Valdemar awaits..."