<div class="floatleft">(http://s18.postimg.org/ygqwfgh09/Aspecto.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Grand Dining Hall<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midnight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">Several Hours Earlier-</div><br/>From his office, the being known as Death stared out of the large window of the Headmaster's Office. His burning red eyes looked out over the large expanse of the land, and that of the school he'd helped build along with some of the biggest names in all of myth and legend. It had taken their combined effort, but the result was magnificent and a perfect place for the next generation to begin training.<br/><br/>"Everything is coming together nicely. I wonder what batch we'll get and how they'll fare tonight?" He held one arm out and a small black dragon that had been perched in the corner flew over and landed on it. "You're looking forward to this as much as I am aren't you, Despair?"<br/><br/>The lizard screeched in an ancient language that had long been forgotten and blew a gout of deathly green flame. Death just smiled in agreement with the creature nearly as old as him and summoned a piece of flesh into his fingers. Despair quickly snapped it up and Death rubbed his head before snapping his fingers and shattering the glass of the window.<br/><br/>"Go, spread your wings. Hunt. Have a good time while you can. I'll need you tonight for the big entrance, and I have a feeling we'll both be kept busy during the school year." Despair spread his wings and flew off to do whatever it was the creature did while not accompanying Death. As for the man himself, he snapped his fingers again, repairing the window then sat down at his desk. He had some finishing touches to get ready before tonight.<br/><br/><div align="center">-Present Time-</div><br/>He had watched as the students filed into the school. He had watched as they unpacked and talked and gossiped about what was to come. He watched the other faculty members busied themselves getting ready for the rowdy bunch of teenagers they'd be teaching. He smiled at the pomp of it all and looked forward to the clock striking 12. As it neared the Witching Hour, he prepared himself as the students were taken to the Grand Dining Hall and seated along the several massively long tables that stopped just a few feet from the faculty tables and the grand stage.<br/><br/>After everyone had gotten a bit of food in them, he decided now was the time to make his entrance. With an exertion of his will, all natural sound stopped. An eerie silence permeated the room, enough to spook even the most self assured of students. And then he spoke. "Welcome, students. Welcome to Heathen's." He hadn't revealed himself yet, but his voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. It was loud and quiet, gentle and commanding, smooth and raspy. It sounded like so many people had come together and were speaking in perfect unison...aside from the few deep, ominous voices that spoke so much slower, sounding like a slowed down recording.<br/><br/>Summoning a portal, he walked through it. Absolute darkness appeared on the stage in the form of a whirling portal, and in that darkness were dozens of little glowing eyes and gleaming fangs looking out at the audience with a primal hunger. In the middle was Death, and his eyes were the most menacing of all. He walked out of the darkness slowly into the light on the center of the stage, and looked at everyone gathered. He looked like a normal man; a man impeccably dressed and with glowing eyes, but aside from that...just a man.<br/><br/>"I'm sure you are all wondering who I am. I go by many names, and many faces. But I'm sure you've all heard of me in some way, shape or form." The space beside him was quickly enshrouded in an inky black mist that seemed to absorb the very light around it. That same mist then produced a large form, a pale gray horse with glowing green eyes and a skeletal visage. The creature clopped about, then stopped to stand by his master. Death calmly put a hand out and ran it through his horses flaming mane.<br/><br/>" The Darkness," he said as he was suddenly walking along the aisles on the other side of the hall, watching students on either side.  The Pale Rider," he said before he was seated next to a student and popping a  piece of chicken into his mouth. In the next instant he was walking on one of the walls. "Horseman of the Apocalypse."<br/><br/>Once again he relocated, but this time back to the stage and onto Despair's back. The Grim Reaper...I am<em>Death</em>. And I say again...welcome." As he spoke, his form was becoming obscured by the mist as it wrapped around him like a ghastly cloak and left only his eyes visible...his eyes, feathered black wings, and a skeletal hand gripping iconic scythe he was known for that had materialized from nothing.<br/><br/>"You are all here for different reasons, but you have similar goals. You want to become the best you can be, and<em>we</em>," he gestured to the other faculty members. "Have the means to make sure that you reach your goals. But I want to make this painfully and abundantly clear. This school will challenge you. These teachers will challenge you.<em>I</em>...will challenge you."<br/><br/>He let the darkness and the scythe vanish, leaving him looking normal yet again. "This will be the hardest undertaking any of you have ever experienced, but make it through and you'll be well on your way to making a name for yourself...a legend." Suddenly the big show he was making was over, and he was back to normal while Despair was back in the form of a black dragon perched on his shoulder. "This place and these people will push you to and well beyond your limits. We will sculpt you into greatness. But make no mistake. Take this seriously or this experience<em>will</em>kill you. And I'll be close at hand to personally take you to the other side...Any questions?"