It was a late afternoon in a dusty café where Professor Walken and Charles were discussing life as Walken was talking about his failed marriage to him. Charles was reading his government papers while Walken spoke in length.

“We knew things were tough and I think we just parted like the seas in the end. I was too busy working at the University and she had her businesses too,” he said to Charles.

“So the two of you are officially divorced?” asked his old friend.

Professor Walken rubbed his glasses to clean them and looked up at him, “Yes we are.”

“That’s a great shame Jonathan. You should have cut back on your work hours. You have always been the loner battler, fighting against whatever evil that’s out there. I never met your Shentile friend in the years we have known each other. What is he like?”

“He is the wisest man I have ever known. He is the godfather of martial and knowledge in both life worlds. Despite being the most powerful figure around, he is very gentle yet firm in his teachings. He will tell you the truth always,” Professor Walken answered.

“You were lucky to have lived at Lake Pure where he lives you know Jonathan. Odd to hear that your parents were simple marketplace owners and you end up to be this new wise professor with the background as a powerful fighter figure that you are. You still keep up with the battles?”

“I train most days but the peaceful times are good for the world yet I worry about the future. It’s been far too long since anything wrong has happened. It feels like the next great era of darkness is coming over both life worlds. All of the world’s dark lords have been silence for too long Charles. That’s why I’m here to look to see if the demon lord Censilo has returned,” Professor Walken answered.

“What does Shentile think about this? He would know if Censilo is back or not.”

“Shentile shares the same feeling something is happening. His only words were was there was large attack in the Second Life World with Censilo. After that he escaped from the wizards and fighters and he been missing since. He didn’t want to say more about the matter.”

“Maybe he knows more than he wishes to tell. It’s like here in the City of Demons, the government doesn’t tell me things too,” Charles said.

“And you work in the highest position there?” Professor Walken asked.

“Well, near enough. The businesses and gangs are starting to steal power from us and there’s nothing much we can do. However the Prime Leader, our government party leader and current ruler doesn’t seem to care about who is really controlling our city or fate,” Charles explained.

Professor Walken slipped his coffee and looked at Charles papers, “A early morning for you again?”

“Yeah, another day at the crazy square, I’ll try and talk to the Prime Leader about my concerns tomorrow,” Charles said looking down and worried about the future of his government party.

 

The dark undergrounds where Censilo first appeared had lighting inside installed by Serti and his group of workers of the Red Team.  There were large tables of plans for a special building to be build underground and above to mark the location where Censilo’s plan was to be created. Serti turned around leaped back in fear when he saw two creatures at the doorway of the old building. One was quite happy while other was a imprisoned ghost.

“Censilo, we have visitors,” Serti called out to his master.

Out the of the shadow, the master appeared through the darkness and saw the vampire carrying the ghost that he had wanted. He stepped up to the vampire while the creature showed his fangs towards him. They were dripping of blood to the ground.

“Trust a animal like you to get the job done for money. At least you do your killing in the old fashioned way unless some ego minded figures in your homeland,” Censilo replied touching the vampire’s fangs.

Censilo handed over the sack of coins to the vampires and he counted them while he moved the ghost away from him and directed him to stand next to Serti.

“Hew Richards, the person – dare I say ghost to be the rightful figure to help me,” Censilo said.

“I have no choice by what you say. I was pulled all the way from my comfortable home in my own castle to be here in this dirty and terrible place,” Hew complained.

“You always have a choice Hew. You do as I say or you will be really be dead and send to the Second Life World. I’ll make sure that your life there will be as short as your death here. I understand your life was cut short because of the vampires. Think of it as working for the good side here. The demons have done nothing bad towards you. I, myself only want to use your mind to create the powerful being I want to make,” Censilo explained to Hew.

“So what is this do you want me to do?” Hew asked.

Censilo paced himself up to a stand where Serti and Hew watched on and he opened two wide and large doors ahead of him, “You Hew will create the perfect bodies. I want you to make sure it is the most powerful thing you have made in your life, because your life will depend on this one’s. However to do this you will need a army to help build what I call my new home – the Hyper Camp,” he called out to the pair.

He turned around as a large group of silver armed machines came through the doors. They had silver tinted eyes with large machine guns as weapons. Their armor was hard and strong. They were quite faceless and hard to read their thoughts and emotions.

“These are called the Silver Machines and they will build the Hyper Camp in the coming week. These people are merely ex-humans with minds transported to their machine bodies. Within the week you can start work on the perfect bodies. I want to see how well you will fare Hew,” Censilo said as Serti eyed the army.

“I will start plans now and see what I can do,” Hew said in defeat. He knew there was nothing he could to prevent this from happening.

The Silver Machines marched forward and started to move the old building pieces around and started to build the headquarters of Censilo’s new business. The demon lord had truly returned.