Skeleton Horror


The time had come.

The world would soon be his.

Too long had he been imprisoned, too long had he been in pain, but it would soon end. The God's had become weak over the millennia, faith had all but left the world, and he had found a vessel in which to hide.

His powers continued to grow unchecked, only he knew he still had to start small, take on too much and defeat would find him again.

He had been quick to find his target, a perfect place to build his army, out of sight of the masses.

He placed the large purple glowing crystal at the centre of the stone room, the key to his victory supported by a grey stone pillar; this would be his starting ground.

His eyes scanned the small musty room once more before leaving, it was time to start, and a smile cracked his face.

His time had come.