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He paused agian before the Morgue at the door. He felt something that could take his insanity more than whatever has happened to him before. He stood still and emotionless still in the cold place of death, but nothing was on his shoulders and his face was always stone. From the shadows of his upper face, blood trickled from.. down around his cheek to the ground. Another pound of death weighed upon his mind as he reached out with a black gloved hand pushing the door open and stepping inside. The chains clanking on his coat echoed throughout the Morgue like the binding clause of death. His white glowing eyes strayed beneath his hood takeing in the details of the place, and he still felt the power beyond power in this place. Killing it, or the promise he promised, but now he is hell, and everything had loop holes.

((Is your character in the Morgue too Nahmahati?))

((yeah...o.0...didn't you read thier posts? lmfao))

(( razz I wasn't making fun of you...But yeah....they're both in the morgue... smile ))

He grinned back down at the girl that horrible twisted grin his hundreds of pearly white razor sharp marked him for carnivorous. She was such a small thing that he would not harm her... could not harm her until his wish had been fulfilled or he succeeded where he had failed before... to tople a god. This was his infinite mission the one he was so bent on that nothing could pry him from it. Be it Hades or this one it did not matter he would earn the name "God Slayer" one way or another.

Upon her first question he denied her this request. "I am sorry my dear but these are no such things for you to touch." Came his voice it grinded on the ears of those who heard it like nails against a chalk board it screeched hoarsely then was gone an instant later. Still he grinned an answer to her second request this one he could easily fulfill. "My dear why are you here anyway?"

The puppeteer walked the halls to the south tower. A large door squeaked open and the puppeteer used a large rusty key to open what looked like a huge treasure chest. Inside, he found a bag of silvery powder, a bouquet of old, rotten basil, a bottle of green, spoiled water and, most importantly, a human ear wrapped in vine leafs. He slowly came to a large boiling pot and begun throwing the ingredients inside it, mixing them and saying some strange chant.

"Meerco Galas! Meerco Froom! Meerco Varkan! All that is shallow may it be filled! And corpses haunted may bow to my power. For what was once a man with hope and dreams, make for me now a puppet of flesh and strings! Meerco Galas! Meerco Froom! Meerco Varkan!"

When the last ingredient was thrown in, the pot hissed and all the water and garbage inside vanished. A spell had been cast on someone or something in the morgue...



Inside the morgue, people were getting restless. Perhaps they weren't expecting company, thought maybe that this was a one-man's deal and a one man could have his wishes come true. Maybe they had already realized it was going to be more of a contest.

A wall of the morgue was covered with doors to the cooler-drawers. This was the place the dead were kept. The other room was he autopsy room. From that dark autopsy room, an unearthly voice moaned and a sound became clearer and clearer: two naked feet on the marble floor, getting closer.

In the doorway, it soon appeared. It was a zombie, a walking dead... His right eye was wide open and hat a scalpel imbedded in it. The left eye was half closed but could see the people in the room. His torso had been split open and ribs removed. You could see he lacked the heart and had only one lung left. The right hand was hanging on to the stump by a thin peace of flesh and a few uncut tendons. He walked to the middle of the room and spoke...

"My master wishes to speak with you all..."

*Emily giggled...and then she heard the footsteps in the doorway and she whirled around...plopping her sucker into her mouth, losing interest in the man momentarily as she saw the dead man talking. Her eyes widened and she let out a little delighted gasp as she saw the dead man and she skipped towards it and took up an arm and started to swing it back and forth.*

"Ooo....How are you doing that Mr. Dead Man? I didn't know that dead dollies can walk! I want a dead dolly!"

*She exclaimed enthusiastically hopping from one foot to the other, making her fiery red curls bounce around her shoulders as her grin widened her red stained lips.*

The zombie grabbed the scalpel with his good hand and pulled it out, pulling his eye out too. He dropped it on the floor and spoke:

"My master is weary and seeing him would be a privilege. He can not walk in this world; you will have to come into his..."

The walking dead grinned at little Emily. Some green ooze dripped from his toothless mouth. He walked to a closed coffin leaning against a wall and he opened it. Behind the now-opened lid, a long staircase led down, into darkness.

"This might take you to hell or to the one that summoned you all here. Eather way, your fate is sealed! He is waiting for you at the bottom of these stairs! Those who dare, enter!"

The second after, the zombie exploded into a gory rain of guts and blood, covering the room with his horrid stench. The coffin was opened and the staircase looked alluring. From within the darkness, a voice called out:

"Come down and meet me! I will not be waiting forever!"