Braedey Martin stumbles across an interesting book in a library. After buying it, he ends up transported IN the book, becoming part of the story, to help the orphaned amnesiac Anya find her family, the dark sorcerer Rasputin planning to end the Roma...
The Reliquary suddenly takes off like a rocket, dragging Bartok down with it. They dove straight down for the floor, Bartok covering his eyes as he crashed right through the floor. The Reliquary pulled him down into the icy water pulling him further and further down. He hits the bottom of the lake, and is now down in the soil under the water, continuing to go on downwards through the earth. He continued to go down further into the earth at a tremendous speed, soon rocketing into the underworld and into a barren landscape of darkness known as Limbo...
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Eventually, the reliquary had crashed into what could be some kind of large cavernous room within what could be considered as the bowels of this deceased and darkened netherworld, the walls all covered in human bones, skeletons and skulls, while the landscape was ominous as far as the eye can see, unholy and darkening, and seems to give off the air of pure hatred and the pungent scent of the deceased that seemed to linger about. An air of unholiness seemed to surround the whole region, as if all the darkness and all the tyrannical evil of the world seemed to reside within this wicked netherworld realm, a realm that where nobody can escape from.
Bartok rubbed his nose and winced out on pain, as he had been knocked about by that crazy out-of-control reliquary on the roller-coaster journey down here to this dark and dismal place. "Oh boy. Ow!! I tell you, wow!" He muttered out to himself.
"Who dares intrude upon thy solitude?!" A ghastly voice shouted out suddenly out of the darkness, Bartok now taken aback by this as he jumped to his feet in fear. Suddenly, with a crash of a pillar made of bones and skulls, there was the horrid man and monster Rasputin himself!! "Get out! Get out! OUT!!"
Rasputin is a tall, scary looking man. He has on a brown robe with black shoes. He has some sort of purple clothing beneath his robe, but the only part of this that is shown is the sleeves. His robe trails along the ground. He has black hair tied back into a ponytail and a black moustache connecting to his long black beard going below his waist. His skin is a rotting, pale green, and he has skeletal like long fingers and fingernails. He has a hood that hangs off of the back of the neck of the robe. Around his waist is a gold rope sash with three beads. His sleeves go as long as his waist. He also has a white bat on his shoulder. He aired a personality of evil, arrogance, ruthlessness, a savage appeal, greed and cunning, aggressiveness, a sinister feeling, a murderous lust for power, a malevolent appearance, a bitter taste, rather mysterious, and a sarcastic way of personality.
Rasputin picked Bartok up out of the rubble of the fallen pillar he had just punched away with his bare hands, now squeezing the very breath out of the little albino bat out of anger. But then, he looks closer and his eyes widened in shock upon seeing his friend down here of all places. "Bartok! Is that you?" He asked in soft surprise and shock, now releasing his grip on the little bat.
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