The dark castle on the hill emits a sinister and eery atmosphere. Though it is daylight, the castle itself seemed to almost suck all the natural light surrounding it within its walls, giving it an illusion of being night within day. Perhaps it was the way the castle was built, perhaps the way the walls were painted, but it just did not have a welcoming air about it.<br/><br/>Storm clouds were gathering on the horizon, befitting since the next few hours might just determine wether the inhabitants upon this world would be facing a storm like they had never seen before, or if they will have barely dodged a bullet.<br/><br/>For within the castle walls was a dark overlord, one who's only goal is to conquer and destroy. To bring pain and misery, woe an death to all the inhabitants around him. His stature was impressive, huge horns sprouting from a leathery flesh-covered head, to curl over his ears and hang half down his back. Tusks jut grotesquely from the corners of his mouth, and though he walks upright on two legs, those legs were cloven-hooved. His time had come, his time was "NOW....in a dark and massive voice he screams "COME LITTLE ONE...COME TO YOUR DEATH!!"