𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄, doctor strange.

Mordo

                   Baron Mordo paced his room, his dark and murderous eyes scanning everything around him. His emerald green robe swirled around him as he walked, his black pants and brown boots clacking against the tile floor. His brown skin and brown eyes stood out against the Amulet of Vishanti around his neck, and he could feel it pulsing against his chest with an eerie dark glow. His bald head shined with a sheen of sweat, and his hand stroked his chin softly, deep in thought.

                    A zealot burst through the door, breathing hard and bending over on his knees as he looked at Mordo with wide eyes, who stopped and faced the zealot with a grim expression. " Any news?" he said deeply, squinting at the zealot, who gulped and stumbled to their feet. " Doctor Strange has taken an apprentice, sir. The daughter of Amelia and Jonathan Johnson," the zealot squeaked, bowing his head at Mordo, whose eyes widened incredulously. " I thought their daughter died along with them," he said quietly to himself, his eyes darting around. The zealot shook his head before curtly bowing and rushing out of the room, leaving Mordo with a shocked expression. 

                   Gripping the Amulet around his neck in his fist, he snarled, walking to the window that shone over New York. The sanctum where Steven and the apprentice supposedly lived was clear, and Mordo grinned darkly. " We should pay Steven a visit, shall we? Finish what we started," he murmured pridefully, laughing maniacally as he twisted on his heel and waltzed out the door, coming to stand in front of a woman zealot, who looked down at the floor, her hands behind her back as Mordo passed, and he stopped and turned to face her. She gulped, afraid to meet his gaze. " Take your best men, Allia, and forge an attack on the New York sanctum. Make sure civilians are away from the battle, though. There will be enough casualties as there is," he said in a deep commanding voice, and the woman nodded quickly before scurrying down a hall.

                      Mordo turned back to his room and started towards the cluttered desk in the corner, rolling out a long scroll full of mystic symbols and words, dust flying in the air, which he wrinkled his nose at before waving it away. He flipped through it with his eyes, scanning over every spell labeled, before he smirked victoriously. In the middle of the scroll was a dark symbol drawn in red, two water-like swirls side by side and a triangle in the middle, with a red dot that touched the edges of the triangle. Mordo raised his hands into the air, breathing in deeply, as he pushed them through the air in circles, copying the design of the symbol. The symbol appeared in black smoky lines in front of him, and he pushed a hand forward with a grunt, sighing as the lines brightened.

                   An overwhelming feeling entered him, and he gasped as the power surged into his veins, the Amulet of Vishanti radiating brightly as the navy symbol was sucked into it, and he laughed loudly with pride as he was brought back down to the ground, feeling the new-found power flow through his body, the darkness enveloping him.

                Turning on his heel, he stalked out from his room, prepared to make a visit to an old friend.