The darkness is alive and well. There’s a cool warm air that flows through a city of legend and tales. Yet no one of this day and age has ever seen the myths, legends, and rumors ever come true. The cars were busy one early morning in the City of Demons. It was a place of pure crime and an area where streets were quickly falling down in standards by the main government. An able-bodied man jumped out of a taxi and skipped across the road to a house. He dressed in a striking brown coat and he looked and felt young for his age. He tapped on the door and it opened up, “My old friend Walken! How are you old buddy!” the man replied cheerfully.

“I’m very well, thank you Charles Thompson,” grinned the visitor stepping into the house.

“The last time you were here you were you just a plain Jonathan Walken finishing up university and moving on with Emily. Now you’re a Professor!” cried Charles.

“Yes times do change things. I felt it was time to return to The City of Demons,” Professor Walken said.

“You said on the phone you were looking for someone called Censilo. He was a demon of some sort?” Charles asked.

“Yes my master Shentile had feared he would likely return to his home here and try to control it for himself. How is life in the government here?” Professor Walken asked him.

“First of all government is getting worse here,” Charles said pouring out a couple drinks for the two of them.

“Second, are you sure this Censilo is back now? The Government Square isn’t able to battle any dark figures. The business leaders we have here are starting to control us from the inside and I’m sick of it. This was not why I entered the government life,” Charles said.

“I believe he could be here now. Apart from that news itself I have no idea what he’s planning and that’s the worrying factor of it Charles,” Professor Walken said.

‘Take a rest Jonathan. There’s nothing we can do today and if this guy turns up we will find a way to stop him,” Charles said to him.

‘I wish I had your faith. How little you know about the other lands of our world,” Professor Walken answered him.

“When I see this Censilo, I will believe,” Charles said slipping his drink.

The two of them smiled at each other like friends of old.

 

An abandoned old building in the center of the City of Demons stood. A small party of worshippers of the demons was on the scene when they arrived at an old throne which had scripting writing over it. One of them approached it and read it aloud.

“The coming of our powerful and wise demon lord, he shall stand once more to govern the city which was named after him.”

“Serti, are you sure we should be here? Don’t we need to return back home. I believe the rules of the Red Team were not to lurk into the darkness that Scienceworks was heading,” said one of the other behind Serti.

“Many of the areas that Scienceworks and that fool of a leader Mr. Umezu never came to be true. However I feel it in my bone that this demon is real. He is coming to see his city again. Haven’t you seen the city worsen very quickly? That the Government Square is shadowed by an evil intent on bring down a curse of darkness?” Serti explained to his party.

Serti turned around and the throne started to glow a dark red color. The party and Serti stood back as the ground started to shake with fear. A huge beam shot down to the throne as the party was blown away towards the back wall. Papers, rocks and dirt flew into the faces of the eyes that came into danger. Serti slowly rose to his feet and held on to a pillar as the flashes of beams covered the room.

‘He is here! Our lord of evil has arrived!” he cried as a figure came from the darkness of hell.

A silver tipped glasses and eyes that darted across the room. A white suited demon appeared in the broken down room. He had an aura around him that captured the room in a second. He stepped forward towards the party and first saw Serti.

“My coming has come at last!” he boomed as he held up a book of spells high in the air as thunder and beams cracked off it.

Serti walked towards the demon and the white suited figure moved the spell book down under his arm, “My lord, are the one who is named Censilo?”

“Yes I am Censilo Fukatho. I can feel that you were looking for me. That you have desire to aid me in the quests I have for this city. You are wise to side with me,” he said to the party.

“We have the experiences in science and technologies to help you with your quest. If these are what you need,” Serti said to Censilo.

“That is an area that I desire to be working in. I believe that technologies will aid me in the bid to rule the city again. There are certain things I need to do in order for this to work.”

Serti and his party brought forward a number of laptops and placed on the old tables, “What do you need my lord?” Serti asked.

The other party members were worried about working with a demon lord however they were trapped now. They didn’t want to displease their new master.

“I need to find someone, anyone who is a true specialist in the fields of DNA and advanced human biology. Someone who can push the boundaries of ethics and morals,” Censilo requested of his party.

Serti started a complete search on his laptop of a complete First Life World to find any figures that could do such a task. The result surprised him at first, Censilo noticed.

“Did something worry you?” he asked.

“The search comes back with a figurehead in the far areas near a place called the Soul Mountains. The name is Hew Richards,” Serti said.

“The location I know of. What is the problem with him?” Censilo asked.

“He is listed as a ghost. He died decades ago based on a battle who was involved in. However the results show he was a never a fighter,” Serti answered back.

“I think he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. A ghost shouldn’t be hard for me to work with. There are more foul creatures in where he lives,” Censilo noted.

Censilo raised his hands and a powerful sword and staff appeared in his hands and Serti watched on with some fear in his eyes.

“I want you people to start plans on an underground science building here. Make a secret to any who breathes and all who are dead. I will send you some special workers to deal with the building aspect.”

“How do we get this Hew Richards?” Serti asked.

“I have some old friends who are not allies or pleased with the current figureheads in the Soul Mountain region. He will be here tomorrow. The grand plan for me to rule the City of Demons start now,” Censilo smiled towards his party.

Serti looked back at his fearful scientists as they started their plans on possibly the greatest evil that has come to the City of Demons in its history.