Mr. Teeth didn't bother telling the Mayor about his downed henchman, it wasn't his business anyway. But Mr. Teeth did want answers, the guard's explanation, that someone he didn't see, but whose hand he clearly felt on his arm, had caused him to black out, was concerning. Something invisible attacking one of his crew was an unknown and an unknown was a cause for concern.
But that was for later, for now he and his crew finished setting the large stone they'd liberated from the Museum in the subbasement under City Hall.
"Please open it for me." Mayor Wilkins stated, pointing at the groove that ran around the monolith.
"Sure, no problem." Mr. Teeth motioned to his crew, who picked up crowbars that the Mayor had had Allen bring with and quickly pried open what was indeed, a sarcaphagus. Only what was laid to rest in it looked like a statue. Mr. Teeth shrugged, he really didn't care and he had a problem of his own to look into. "If there's nothing else, Mr. Wilkins, we'll take our pay and get out of your way."
"Allen secured it in the crate over there." The Mayor waved toward the corner of the room they were in and Mr Teeth's crew moved to picked up, Mr. Teeth followed behind
"If you have need of our services again, Mayor Wilkins, you know where to find us."
"If this works as I hope it will, I will have a couple tasks I'll need assistance with. You've proven very professional and done an excellent job, do please avoid the Slayer and we should be able to do business again in the future."
Mr. Teeth was the equivalent of a wannabe mob boss and the Slayer was the equivalent of a local cop, avoiding her meant he could continue doing his business. Of course if she stuck her nose into his business he might have to cut it off. He shrugged again and followed his crew out of the subbasement and back to the tunnels.
Once they were gone Allen Finch asked the question that had been bothering him since the Mayor had first instructed him to have this brought here. "What is it, sir?"
"Some demons are one of kind, they have no species because they're deliberately created for one purpose only. The Judge, for instance, was a demon created to burn the humanity out of humans, killing them in the process. Centuries ago he was brought forth to do just that and an army and the Slayer fought him. Most of them, including the Slayer, died. They couldn't kill him, but he could kill them. Eventually they overwhelmed him and dismembered him and scattered his limbs, head and body to various corners of the world, in the hopes of keeping him from being reassembled and completing his mission. This supposed statue is also a one of a kind demon, it's called Acathla."
"What does it do?" Allen asked worriedly.
"It opens a vortex to a Hell. Unlike the Judge, Acathla was stopped by one man, a virtuous Knight who created a blessed sword." The Mayor pointed at the sword sticking out of the statue's chest. "He struck the demon with the sword and it turned to stone. The Hellmouth may be gone and with it the power I needed to complete my transformation, but Acathla can create a version of it. I can draw that power the way I intended to draw the Hellmouth power. Of course, I still have a Tribute or two that needs to be completed and of course I still need to be invulnerable before I can wake Acathla and use his power and Mr. Teeth can help me with those tasks."
"So you'll be going through with your plans for the next year?" Allen clarified.
"Yes, this beauty makes it possible. I feared my dreams had been destroyed by whoever it was who so rudely destroyed my Hellmouth and my favorite constituents. The vampires contributed so much to the black energy of the Hellmouth and kept things lively around here and now I'm forced to hide myself away in the city I built. But now I have been given a great gift and I intend to use it."
"And um, if it doesn't work?" Allen asked nervously.
"Well, if it doesn't work, I'll be dead and it won't matter to me one way or another. Acathla's Hell will consume the Earth and instead of me ruling it, whoever runs Acathla's Hell will."
Why did he have to be such a coward? Too afraid to stand up to this man who'd sold his soul for longevity and power, all so he could become a demon god and rule the Earth. The sheer insanity of it and yet Deputy Mayor Allen Finch knew it was all too real and he was too afraid to do anything about it. He followed his insane boss out of the room in the subbasement under City Hall and silently watched as Richard Wilkins reset the locks, both conventional and magical, on the door and just as silently followed him away from that room with its dark, terrifying secret.
Now he had new nightmares to haunt his nights.