Post by Atticus the Fallen on Aug 4, 2010 20:35:16 GMT -5
The Castle... was a ruin. The splatter of ink had destroyed the grounds and the glistening towers entirely, leaving nothing but a rotten mess of despair and hopelessness. If the King and Queen had escaped, it was unknown. If the staff had sought shelter elsewhere, it was a mystery. All that was left behind now... was an empty husk of delapidated, gray stone splattered with black which oozed and ran all over like a thick, congealing blood.
And at the heart of this devastation sat the Phantom Blot, a horrible creature born of the discarded hopes of a creator none remembered. Its skeletal features oozed with the very same ink which had laid waste to Disney Castle, dripping from his face onto his ribcage and across his bony hands onto the ground...
Next to the nightmare, a corridor opened, and from it stepped an equally horrible image. The Dark Wizard strode forward, raven feathers floating about as they fell lightly from his wings. He stopped, standing side-by-side to the throne in which the Phantom rested, and took it all in. "Impessive..." he stated, before looking to the master of darkness sitting beside him.
"The gathering has begun. I need you to go to the Castle of Naught... at the very top, there is an alter. That is where we will meet..." he said, then turned to leave...
The Phantom needed only that. He would stand and hack up a massive globular collection of ink, which splattered onto the floor, and spread out into a perfect circle. "Very well, then..." he muttered, his voice sounding as though he were drowning as he stepped forward and fell through the ink in the floor... and disappeared...
And at the heart of this devastation sat the Phantom Blot, a horrible creature born of the discarded hopes of a creator none remembered. Its skeletal features oozed with the very same ink which had laid waste to Disney Castle, dripping from his face onto his ribcage and across his bony hands onto the ground...
Next to the nightmare, a corridor opened, and from it stepped an equally horrible image. The Dark Wizard strode forward, raven feathers floating about as they fell lightly from his wings. He stopped, standing side-by-side to the throne in which the Phantom rested, and took it all in. "Impessive..." he stated, before looking to the master of darkness sitting beside him.
"The gathering has begun. I need you to go to the Castle of Naught... at the very top, there is an alter. That is where we will meet..." he said, then turned to leave...
The Phantom needed only that. He would stand and hack up a massive globular collection of ink, which splattered onto the floor, and spread out into a perfect circle. "Very well, then..." he muttered, his voice sounding as though he were drowning as he stepped forward and fell through the ink in the floor... and disappeared...