You awake to find yourself in a throne room. An epic areana that seems fit for a king. Red drapes are hung from the ceiling and gold pillars stand all the way to heaven. You can't even see the ceiling!
You're no longer naked, you are wearing a white robe. You look at your new clothing, and your new surrondings.
"Where in the hell?" This has to be the freakiest place you've ever seen.
"Welcome!" An amazingly deep, echoing voice calls, cackling throughout the chamber.
"Who are you? Who's there?" You look around and see a figure float down from the heavens. He's a tall man in reptilian like armor, his grey face seemed to broadcast fear. His helmet comes up in two arches that match his green-spotted armor. His skinny, yet muscular exterior seems to be a cover for a more dominating power.
"Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Cell. I am the leader of this dimension. The dimension of the dead."
"What do you want from me?" You ask, as he lands on the marbel floor and shines a grin.
"I am a Necromancer, a skilled artisin in black magic. I am a master of the Necronomicon and of controlling it's powers. That's how I got you here. I sent one of my minions to lure you to my dimension. For ages I've used the powers to make use the dead, but now I want to rid them of this plane."
"What do you want from me, fancy pants?"
"You, Ashley Williams, are a master of the Necronomicon, such as I."
"Hey, I don't know shit-one about using the Necronomicon. All I do know is that it seems to keep creeping up on me. I can't seem to get away from that damn book."
"You may not know how to speak the tongue, or control it's power, but you were born to be the possessor of the Necronomicon. It's your birthright. You are the promised one!"
"Listen, Cell, I don't want your prophesies, I don't want your books, I don't want your bullshit, I just want to go home."
"Ash, I want to get rid of the evil, once and for all, but I can't do it alone. I need your help."
This does seem very fascinating, but you don't really want to listen to this guy bullshit about you and your "birthright". You just want him to get to the point.
"Again, I ask: What the hell do you want from me?"
"The deadites look to me as their leader, I am sick of them. I feel it's time to erradicate them all. You will learn to use the Necronomicon as it was prophesized. You are the promised one!"
"So, you want a partner? You want me to help you destroy the evil?"
Cell's grin widened, his white teeth reflected in the light.
"Yes."
What the hell?
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