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[Spawn]

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It was a dark and stormy night in the graveyard outside Britain with the loud rumbles of thunder followed by flashes of dangerous bright lightning. Inside the graveyard, an evil mage dressed in a hooded shroud stood over a grave that had a nameless gravestone that had only a red “X”.

“Excellent! We have found it.” said the mage with a smile on his face. With a point of his finger, the mage’s servant began to dig into the dirt with a shovel.

“All due respect Lord Grissom, I do not think we should be doing this.” said the servant pausing for a moment looking at his master.

“I do not pay you to think Grayson so be silent and continue digging!” replied Grissom as he gazed upon his servant with narrow eyes. The servant Grayson nodded slowly and continued to dig in the grave. “Quietly fool! We do not want the guards to find out what we are doing or else they will throw us in prison!” commanded the mage as he quickly looked around in case anyone was coming. The servant nodded and put the end of the shovel into the ground again; this time is made a loud thump as if something was there. “Ah! I found it! Get it out!” command the impatient mage.

Grayson unearthed the object with caused the thumping sound that was a wooden coffin that had a red “X” on it like the gravestone dragging it toward the evil mage Grissom.

“Milord I completely disagree with this! This man was too dangerous and now you want to bring him back!?!” protested Grayson in a scared voice dropping the coffin in front of his master.

“Silence fool! I do not want your opinion nor did I ask for it!” Grissom yelled pointing at the servant. “Now open it quickly” commanded the mage looking at the coffin. The servant glanced at the coffin then back at his master.

“No I refuse to open it! I will not have any part in bringing back that madman!” the servant replied as he slowly back away from the coffin.

“But you will” Grissom said as he unsheathed a small dagger and stabbed his servant in the chest with it. The servant let out a loud scream before falling to his knees. “You are the most important part!” said the mage with a sinister laugh as he picked up his helpless servant and placed him on the coffin. The servant took one last breath then laid died on the coffin with his blood dripping all over and inside the coffin. “Yes yes! Your blood will bring him back!” the mage said with an evil smirk as he took out a pouch out of his shroud, opened it up and dumped the content that was a black powder over the coffin where the servant’s blood was. Suddenly, there was loud banging from within the coffin as the wooden box began to shake abruptly. The top of the coffin flew open breaking off the box slamming against the ground. The mage backed off as a man stood up from inside the coffin. “I have done it!” Grissom yelled out followed by a sinister laugh.

“Where am I? Why am I here?” asked the man as he stepped out of the coffin now facing the mage. The thunder rumbled louder and lightning flashed brighter as the cold rain began to fall.

“Welcome back Lord… Spawn” said the mage giving the man a slight bow. The man that rose out of the coffin was the vile Spawn II who was also known as Spawn’ by some who was the Chancellor of Sanctus’ twin brother turned evil long ago. He looked down at the clothing he was buried in which was covered in dirt then around the graveyard trying to familiarize himself with his surroundings.

“Why am I in a graveyard?” asked Spawn’ still looking around the graveyard.

“You were dead sire, your brother killed you in a fight and buried you here” replied Grissom.

“My… brother?[i/]” said Spawn’ looking at the mage narrowing his eyes at him. He began to walk towards Grissom stopping a few steps in front of the mage. His eyes glanced as the dagger in the mage’s hand then back into his eyes. “[i]That is a nice dagger… May I see it?” he asked holding his hand out in front of the mage. Grissom nodded and placed the dagger in Spawn’s hand. “Thank you” he said before wrapping his fingers around the handle of the blade stabbing him in the side with it causing the blade to rupture one of the lungs. The mage placed his hands on the wound dropping to his knees with blood dripping out of his mouth.

“W…W… Why? I brought you back!” asked the mage who was near death trying to remain sight of his attacker who was slowly lurking around him with dagger still in hand.

“I know you did my friend but I no longer require your services” replied Spawn’ with an evil chuckle now standing behind Grissom. He slowly grabbed the mage by his jaw with one hand and bringing the dagger to his throat with the other. “And I cannot have you telling everybody about me right away so you must die” he whispered into Grissom’s ear before he quickly sliced the blade against the mage’s throat which made massive amounts of blood splatter out of the mage onto the ground. The mage fell lifeless and dead with a blood puddle forming under him. Spawn’ slowly wiped the blade against his leg and sheathed it in his boot. He then looked at the corpse of the mage walking towards it. Once he stood over the corpse, he kneeled down and went though the mage’s clothes looking for any gold or items of value.

He found a pouch with one thousand gold coins, some jewelry and a map. “Hmm someone was very wealthy… Wouldn’t happen to have a giant castle would you?” he asked himself looking to the corpse of Grissom laughing a bit. Spawn’ placed the gold and other items into his pockets then took the mage’s hat placing it on his own head straighten it slightly. Once leaving the graveyard, he glanced at the city of Britain that had all it’s buildings lit up. The rain came down heavier dripping down Spawn’s newly acquired hat all over his body. He continued to stare coldly at the city from the graveyard with an evil grin on his face.

“Britannia… a world full of cowards and weaklings” Spawn’ said to himself folding his arms to his chest. “I hope you enjoyed your time of peace and tranquility because now it has come to an end” he continued unsheathing his dagger and clinching it tight in his hand. “The reign of terror shall start again… And this time it shall not be stopped” he said to himself looking to his dagger. “First, I must look for a place to hide out and get a change in attire then find my dear dear… brother” he said. He then began to walk towards the city of Britain where he was disappeared into the streets his evil laugh echoing around him.
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