Deep in the Underworld, the walls of Lord Pluto's palace shake, discharging pebbles and dust from cracking mortar strained to its limits. The damned who function as the servants of the castle tremble in fear, speaking in hushed tones - but only when they are sure their master isn't nearby
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Portals and the undead were never good.
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"Dear Uncle, we must have words.."
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"...of MORDO!" Baron Mordo leans forward, into the light, grinning as he peers at Pluto through the pool of seeing he constructed in the hotel's sink. "Now, I have only to wait until the meddling of New York's 'heroes' forces Pluto to levy all of his forces, and then...!"
Knock knock knock. "Housekeeping!"
Sighing, slightly, as the three headed dog starts barking wildly, Baron Mordo decides to take a moment and get himself an aspirin before continuing.
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