Prologue

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"Ethureal, I need help!" the mysterious man said as he entered the lair of the Magic Maker. He was clutching the side of his stomach and collapsed down onto the dirt floor. The lair was dim with the only candle in the corner of the room, illuminating many glass vials on wooden shelves. The Magic Maker, barely visible, slowly strode towards the limb body on the floor. Blood covered his hand and a pool of black liquid on the floor next to him.

"Will Marlowe, what a pleasant surprise to see you." Ethureal said slowly as if there was not a paled face person on the ground.

"Ethureal, you got to help me! Those damn things!!!! They-they-they," he broke into a sob, "they killed her! They killed Carol!"

"Oh really?" Ethureal turned around and walked towards a wooden table. His back was turned away from Will and all he could see was pitch blackness besides the dim candle almost gone. He hears him drinks something. Ethureal makes a grunt and collapses onto the ground. The injured man makes an effort to stand up and walks over to the lifeless body. He kneels down and screams.

"Ethureal! Ethureal! Ethureal!" Will picks up Ethureal's head and violently shakes it, "You still have to help me! Help me!"

Ethureal, barely alive, laughs. His deep, rich laughter fills the room and he booms, "You silly man, no one or nothing can help you! These monsters are unstoppable! We need super humans to stop them!"

"Super humans." Will whispered wide-eyed. He let go of the Magic Maker's head and stands up. His legs wobble and slowly walks away. The candle, all burned up, leaving the lair in complete darkness. Although the room was dark, Will could feel his face turning stone cold and blood leaving his face. Blood still trickling down the side of his stomach, leaving a trail of blood as he walked away.






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