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The air was thick and cold. A strange fog surrounded and clung to the stone walls of a warehouse, casting deep shadows and silhouettes at every crack and corner.
The rats scrambled, hiding in their worn little holes and nests, keeping deadly quiet. There were no crickets or chirps or hoots, not even the buzzing of flies or moths. The only noise it seemed was the low murmur of electricity running throughout the abandon building.
The soldiers that marched the land were tense. Their grips on their guns knuckle-white tight. Their eyes lingered on those twisted shadows, flinching when the wind made the leaves rustle too suddenly. They made their rounds quickly, doing their best to keep quiet, everything was telling them to be quiet.
Inside was worse. No, it wasn't crumbling nor was it dirty. No, it was completely open planned, the floors were cleaned nearly spotless. The walls were chipped brick, but it was also clean. There were a couple of sofas and side tables as well, making it somewhat cozy. No, what made it worse was the coffin.
The coffin was a deep steel-black, oval shaped with a somewhat bulbus head. There was a subtle glow to it, an icy blue color with an underline of toxic green. It was freezing to the touch, sending chills of both frost and fear down one's spine. Ancient symbols and seals surrounded it, pulsing with power that even a regular human would have noticed easily. For them, it was even easier. Yet, the words were unknown. Lost it would seem to even the oldest of them.
"We should begin." The second oldest murmured, dark eyes staring down at the coffin.
"Yes, let's." The first giggled, a crooked grin slithering across their youthful face.
A group of magic users stepped forward, dark magic encircling them. The immortal Lord conjured a purple-hued orb, filling it with his twisted will. Words in the tongue of magic spilled forth, encasing and prodding at the coffin. They wanted it open. They wanted to revive the monster inside! The recovered stories were just wonderful! They had to see if it was true! And if it was, then what chaos it would cause the world!
The seals glowed violently, the blue tone shifting to purple. The seals fought vigorously against the groups magic, making them use more power than they originally thought. It was soon a battle of the two wills. One to open and revive a demon, the other to keep him safe from all.
The power in the room grew and grew, the lights bursting and showering the people below them in sparks and glass. Some exploded lights still glowed hotly; the light now eerie. Ice and frost seeped out from the coffin itself, abrupt winds howling outside forcing the trees to dance in a haunting manner. Whispers and ghosts of the past appeared in all manners; screams of murder, cries of pleasure, laughter of insanity, mutterings of concern. They were all there with unmatching people hurrying about.
They continued to push and push! Who cared of the consequences! They knew how to contain monsters! Hell, the Immortal Lord was a monster!
Then the coffin broke open, cracking down the middle as a ghostly wail pierced the air. The winds so destructive ripped the roof, whipping everyone into the brick walls. A tall light rose up, twisting and turning in an inhuman way. Green and white and icy blue surrounded it, it observing them so intently. The longer it looked, the more human the form it took, but so did the power that leaked forth.
The Lord reached out a hand, his grin faltering ever so. He had to trap it, he had to do it now!
Yet, it gave another ghastly cry, gripping its head in agony before vanishing into the sky like a toxic green comet. Only then did the world return to a normal mid-summer's night with the moon high in the sky, crickets singing, owls hooting and the occasional trot of large mammal. The broken lights flickered and then faded, leaving all in the darkness of the moonlit night.
The coffin now laid there, lacking all wonders and life, only the seals shimmered with power. It was almost taunting them, laughing in a way... Had this always been the seal's plan? Even so, how were they going to find the Immortal King of Death now?