Legions of Doom III
The Foul Riders left Dublin, confident they had planted the seeds for the city’s downfall. They spurred their fierce stallions through the Hibernian night, guided only by the light of the Killing Moon. As they crossed the Boyne-river and surged passed the Monasterboice cemetery, Slane Castle appeared on the horizon. This would be their new lair, the epic centre of their evil earthquake.
-“This is where we spend the night? Sweet! Do they have a full Irish breakfast there?” I shouted in anticipation.
-“Heed my words, Famine, there will be no dawn for mankind. The Darkness will rule over these lands and…”
-“Put a sock in it, Death,” Pestilence interrupted. ”The Evil One has sent me a text. He’ll be waiting for us.”
-“Beelzebub has a cell phone?” War questioned.
-“See, you little no-good. That why you need to come to our meetings more often. We haven’t been calling him like that for ages. When was the last time you came to a meeting? When you brought that Austrian to power in Germany, isn’t it? That was seventy years ago, get your act together man.”
The Castle proved to be deserted, no sign of the Unspeakable One.
“We should start without The Master. It’s time to drop the cloaks and reveal our true identity,” I uttered.
“Agreed,” said Death, “It’s time to come out of the closet.”
Along with his cloak fell a deep silence. We were gobsmacked. The wind was howling through the trees, lamenting the faith of human kind. Death had chosen a powerful apocalyptic Apostle indeed…
The Foul Riders left Dublin, confident they had planted the seeds for the city’s downfall. They spurred their fierce stallions through the Hibernian night, guided only by the light of the Killing Moon. As they crossed the Boyne-river and surged passed the Monasterboice cemetery, Slane Castle appeared on the horizon. This would be their new lair, the epic centre of their evil earthquake.
-“This is where we spend the night? Sweet! Do they have a full Irish breakfast there?” I shouted in anticipation.
-“Heed my words, Famine, there will be no dawn for mankind. The Darkness will rule over these lands and…”
-“Put a sock in it, Death,” Pestilence interrupted. ”The Evil One has sent me a text. He’ll be waiting for us.”
-“Beelzebub has a cell phone?” War questioned.
-“See, you little no-good. That why you need to come to our meetings more often. We haven’t been calling him like that for ages. When was the last time you came to a meeting? When you brought that Austrian to power in Germany, isn’t it? That was seventy years ago, get your act together man.”
The Castle proved to be deserted, no sign of the Unspeakable One.
“We should start without The Master. It’s time to drop the cloaks and reveal our true identity,” I uttered.
“Agreed,” said Death, “It’s time to come out of the closet.”
Along with his cloak fell a deep silence. We were gobsmacked. The wind was howling through the trees, lamenting the faith of human kind. Death had chosen a powerful apocalyptic Apostle indeed…
