| Earsplitting screeches bellowed from the spirits of Lothor’s fallen warriors. Spirit forms by the dozen swirled in a unified twister of darkness; all confound within the fiery walls. There was little room for sorrow in a world that constantly reminded him of the bleakness that forever faced them.
Their moans were observed from ground level with sympathetic eyes. He was the only creature that mattered to those who yearned to escape; those whom he pitied the most. The funnel always grew with the addition of more and more living beings who fell prey to delusions of grandeur and false promises by tyrants. What a waste of power.
The potential for greatness was too much for his heart to measure. Potential cut short by the ramblings and conformities of madmen. He only wished Lothor had been the only of such madmen.
As gatekeeper, he remained in the shadows of the Abyss of Evil. No eyes had ever been rewarded a good look at him. He preferred it stayed that way. At least then he wouldn’t have to see the aching in their eyes.
The churning of the semi-glowing spirits shined light towards his way from time to time. His blue trench coat, the collar of which stood over his forehead, scaled the boiling earth of the Abyss. A crescent-shaped amulet draped from his neck, and in its reflection was the multitude of monsters desperate for liberation. Anatari's eyes, pitch black, observed in silence. The Valindajirberbina blood within him boiled.
Centuries had passed since the origin of his gate keeping duties. Dear God…it really [I]had[/I] been that long…It didn’t matter what Hell he guarded, whether it was the Abyss, or the Spirit or Shadow Worlds, or any other; it never ceased to weigh on his heart just how many species were led to damnation by the likes of Lord Zedd, Dark Spector, Master Org, (how sickening the length of this list was) King Mondo, Scorpius and daughter Trakeena and Lothor just to name some.
Even today, more creatures are sent to places like these by Mesogog; a master whose dark side eclipses Zedd at his prime. They were the true monsters. But it’s their puppets that suffer their crimes. This was a place where actions met consequences. So where, he often pondered, was justice when it’s needed?
"You there," shouted one who’s streaked bodily form materialized from the funnel. It was Vexacus who confronted the gatekeeper. "Tell me how to leave here or feel my wrath."
A degenerated general to Lothor, Vexacus stubbornly retained ego, even in death. The gatekeeper’s gut clenched. "I am sorry, child. Your struggle is beyond my capacity of aid."
Vexacus’ translucent body trembled in anxiousness. If a weapon were present, he’d likely strike with it.
A small plasma energy emitted from the keeper’s hand that shattered the late general into tiny liquefying pieces. The gatekeeper watched as the puddles floated aimlessly; absorbing back into the mass of other monster spirits. And it was then that the most unsettling feeling came.
The crimson walls were shivering. He turned to all corners finding nothing but screaming creatures. One explanation shot to mind, and it was the only one called for. A foreign presence had entered the Abyss. From the feel of it, this one had retained his original strength and powers; a very rare occurrence, and it was not one of Lothor's ninjas. The rumbling ensued deeper.
An electric storm followed instantly. It was the likes the Abyss had never witnessed. Lightning bolts lasso the monster spirits, pulling them each into the circled wall and absorbed completely. Fading echoes of their terror was all that was left. The very foundations of the chamber were collapsing before his eyes.
The funnel became deformed; shifting into a misshapen object that reconfigured into an elongated version of a twister. As strong as he was, the gatekeeper stood helpless during the total reformation of the Abyss of Evil.
The tornado exploded through the earth surface stretching its reach past the blue skies. Tremors rattled the city of Blue Bay Harbor as buildings broke away from their roots. Citizens scurried in a mad panic.
Through even the blanket of outer space, the funnel of electric energy rocketed. Past Jupiter and all other charted planets, the energy abandoned the Milky Way Galaxy in the beat of a heart.
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