Circe's Dark Reign

Circe's Dark Reign — page 1
CHAPTER 1 EVIL STIRS Deep beneath the streets of London the Servants of Evil marched through an underground crypt They wore long black cloaks with hoods and stark white masks to hide their faces As minions of an unknown master the Servants usually committed small crimes But their meager missions were about to be upgraded The head of the organization the Herald had called them all to the main chamber for an important announcement The Servants anxiously filed into the fearsome chamber The crypt was dark and the air was damp Flickering torches lined the walls Iron chandeliers hung from the ceiling BAM A large wooden door flung open startling the assembled group He comes one of the Servants of Evil cried out At last the Herald came out of his private quarters He was dressed in a blood-red cloak that hid his face The crowd stirred with excitement but one among them didn’t share their feelings