Let the World Tremble III
At this moment the Demon’s Head has an agent standing by at each and every major airport across the globe. None of them have conventional weapons. Each are simply sitting on a bench or a chair or simply standing in the middle of crowds of milling travelers. Each awaits the command of their master.
He closes his eyes for a moment. An odd quiet hangs in the dimly lit communications room as he prepares to take the final step that cannot be taken back.
He opens his eyes. A single button is pressed and a signal is sent out to his waiting adherents. All across the globe, the servants of the Demon’s Head open small glass vials, rub their hands in its contents and begins brushing up against strangers. From there, they will travel to as many remote and isolated locations as they can to ensure the total saturation of their master’s gift to the world.
Meanwhile, the Demon’s Head begins a dirge upon an ancient shakuhachi. The last lament for the human race.
He closes his eyes for a moment. An odd quiet hangs in the dimly lit communications room as he prepares to take the final step that cannot be taken back.
He opens his eyes. A single button is pressed and a signal is sent out to his waiting adherents. All across the globe, the servants of the Demon’s Head open small glass vials, rub their hands in its contents and begins brushing up against strangers. From there, they will travel to as many remote and isolated locations as they can to ensure the total saturation of their master’s gift to the world.
Meanwhile, the Demon’s Head begins a dirge upon an ancient shakuhachi. The last lament for the human race.