The doors that were previously opened to the Hall of Despair would slam shut by some unforeseen force.  The torches would flicker out from the breeze created as the visage of a shadowy figure would come forth from the darkness.  Illuminated by black tendrils of ebony fires around his form.  From within the cloaked figure a pair of dark crimson glowing eyes would peer out towards the group gathered, any who should look into the eyes directly would sense a small flicker of fear twinge their bodies.<br/><br/>For this figure was the avatar of evil, the Harbinger of the Dark Gods.  "Be still thy tongues, my elite group of warriors, My Brood, for your masters have given charge to Damien to deliever thy message.  We know of your hunger for blood knows no end, and your intent of malice upon the weak is no greater pleasure, but remember whom you owe your existence to."  The creature would say as he narrowed his eyes at them in turn.  His voice was like nails scraping against a chalkboard to those that had the nerves to accept the sound.  "I expect results from this mission as do my lords the Dark Gods, for it is the reason why we gathered each of you here, Now, Damien I believe you were going to address the situation, and make preparations for battle."<br/><br/>He said as he turned away, the tattered remains of his shroud over the shadowy form would flutter lightly as the blackish fire danced over the cloth.  "And do make it enjoyable for our masters, they do like to hear the screams of mortals," he would quote with a cackle in his voice that would fill the great hall with its dark maniacal joy before the doors of the hall would swing open, relighting the torches and putting everything back to normal.