Stephanie jumped to the left... and then stepped to the righhht...
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Undead Enigma sat back as the woman made the contract final. His associate ringed his hands and made the sign of the evil eye as he nodded approvingly looking over Stephanie's form. The Necromancer then moved to speak once again.
" It seems all is well, and the contract signing is final. A deal is a deal, and now I have something to present to all of you. My reasons for returning to this motley hovel. You peons have been dying to know why, and let me be one to inform you that the answers will indeed crawl up your spines and perhaps force you to fall into throes of depression, misery, and self loathing for the coming dread will indeed envelop each and every one of your tiny minds.
Starting with yours Mrs. Levesque. I am very pleased that you washed your blood upon that paper, that means Hell now owns the entire McMahon family, your lot were bought and sold long ago. How ironic that you mention such a thing, without knowing the truth. Heh heh, such tyranny is well received in Hell. And with your blood I now have watch over all the generations from your loins as well as your husband. I regret not being able to grab Candace's soul but we will dine on yours just as well, and there is always room to present Ms. Fairchild with another offer...
Which brings me to why I am now here once again. I have returned from the depths of Hell as the servant is now the master. The Unholy Trinity and I are now one. My associate is indeed the deal broker Malechi. The once great Nobunaga the Soulshatterer has fallen dead at my hand. As a result I know govern and cultivate Tyrannical souls. Heh, and so I stand looking for a few challengers. Creatures and mortals who believe that they are destined to rule everything and every one. But instead of tormenting them in darkness I shall do my work for all to see. The cult of Enigma is now much more than it was. You see they backed a conqueror in me. For their efforts I now present the reward. My loyal cultists you now have become Minsters of the Unholy Trinity. Go forth and spread the word. Take your scriptures of the Book of the Dead and plant a seed within this festering world. Become the Ivy that strangles hope, and cuts deep into the bonds of human unity. Let no talking ape believe in heroes, or inspire courage. Let them all define what it means to be a fluke, and an accident gone terribly wrong. Heh heh heh...
But you might be writhing in your seat, thinking to yourself, but there will always be opposition to the end of human riegn. To this I say indeed there shall be. But like the ants that crawl on the floors, and the worms that dig under the ground, once they are known to me and my kind, they stand little chance of remaining unscathed... The Liston Edge Society for example. Now they may not have been champions of the human cause, in many ways they were far more useless than human kind ever were. Well, A band of them gathered in Texas to strengthen their numbers. TO rise up and break the ties that I have forged since my return. But Those fools met only death and I regret to say Ms. Fairchild that the Ripper, and that Faustivus boys won't be wrestling for your company anymore as they have been eliminated from contention. Heh heh, yes that thron in my side was plucked and I have the proof with me right here."
Undead Enigma selected Malechi's briefcase and presented it in front of Candace.
"Now this is something I wanted you to see. Let it serve as a warning to any and all who think that standing in my path would be a wise career move. The bag man is now dead, the legend smashed on the rocks of Hell's purity and truth. The Ripper was nothing but a man who was given a few gifts and squandered them. His delusions were a smokescreen which blinded other souless tricking them into following his stumbling path. But like all vampires do, He found the sun and with that so ends the creeping death, the serial killing legend, I caught him! I did what no other could do. I did that as I could! The Ripper is no more! His Society of mongrels lies with his ashes! The avenging vampires have all been destroyed. I that case Ms. Fairchild is what remains of them. Open it and show these peons what it means to cross me!"
Candace opened the case and looked puzzled.
There written in blood was a phrase on a very old section of victorian paper.
"Suck my Dixie?"
Engima turned to her.
"What?"
The Necromancer sneered and gripped the top of the case spinning it around.
"Where is the mask? What is this?"
At that moment the PA began to play Burbon Crow...
"What the Hell was that? Who put you up to this? Heh, ah very clever but it will not stand. I will have my prize and I will crush the peon playing games with me..."
