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"...Looks like we have ourselves a few newcomers," a dark, malicious voice cackled from within the darkness. "And they all look fresh; ah yes, so fresh. No doubt, our brothers and sisters would enjoy some new homes to situate themselves in; the people of Wednesburgh have grown far too ghoulish. We've wasted our energies upon them; we need to begin the project now, sire."
Silence followed and there was some small movements in the dark. A chain hanging above on the ceiling swung back and forth, and soon the voice was speaking again.
"Yes, sire, I understand. There is a half-breed here," the voice purred and the darkness shifted again; someone, or something, was residing there. "Should we take him into our own hands?"
Silence.
"-Ah, too much work. Yes, yes. I agree. I think we should send out the monsters were collected sire."
Silence.
"-that one, you say? You do speak the Gospel, sire. You do, oh yes." A man suddenly removed himself from the darkness. He was dressed in a tattered pea coat with a silky black dress shirt underneath, a pair of torn jeans, and a dirty old pair of combat boots probably made in the late 70s, early 80s. For the most part, he didn't look too menacing, save his face. His long red hair molded to his pale features and his eyes glowed a horrible aqua color. He also had two, long scars adorning each of his cheeks and when he smiled, they curved around his eyes.
"Shall I release the first?" The redhead purred and swayed as he walked. "I believe the Dogs of War need a hunt; we can add the Cerberus pack as well and the one that the half-breed slayed."
Silence.
"-Then it is settled, sire." With that, the redhead laughed and slipped off into the darkness again. As he did, a loud siren, accompanied by a chorus of bells, tolled throughout the town, and a large gate opened below the strange man.
"Let the reign of the Dogs of War begin."