Prologue

In a fortress underneath a mountain range, in a world unknown to a majority of the human race, six creatures gathered.
Each one of them is monstrous in appearance with horrible, twisted features.
They are daemons, cursed beings.
Meetings like this do not happen often, but they have devised a plan, a way to change how things have been for thousands of years.
If it works, the humans, who are a constant irritation to them, will soon be under their control.
“Can it be done?” one of the creatures asked who had transparent skin, as if it was wrapped in glass, beneath which was swirling black liquid.
“The experiment was successful,” another pointed out, smiling with two mouths, one of which was slightly larger than the other.
“It is risky, we could be outnumbered if the machine fails to take control,” one said whose arms were abnormally long, long enough to reach the ground.
“But the rewards could be immense if it works,” said the forth daemon to speak, revealing hundreds of long, sharp, red teeth.
“We will need humans to help build it, and we will need the oldest soul there is, we need the Pharaoh,” the fifth said, who had skin so dark it could have been a hole in the surface of the world.
The five daemons nodded to one another. They then turned to the sixth, who was by far the biggest and who had so far said nothing, nor even moved.
It said nothing, it did nothing.
But the other five sensed some kind of response.
“Yes sire,” they said in unison.
“Who would take charge?” the one who had spoken first asked.
“I would relish the challenge,” the smiling daemon said.
There were general nods of agreement except from the sixth daemon, which remained silent and stoic.
“I would like Legion to be my second,” the smiling one requested.
They all agreed. They knew Legion was a good Soul Collector.
“We will find out where the Pharaoh has hidden himself,” the black skinned daemon said.
“Where do we start construction?” asked the long armed daemon.
“I think there is only one place suitable and that will provide maximum coverage,” the see- through daemon answered and the other four nodded, the sixth said nothing and did nothing.
There was silence for a moment as they absorbed the decisions that had been reached.
“What will happen to the Normal Life?” the long armed daemon asked.
“Not our concern,” the smiling daemon replied.
Another pause as they considered the possibilities, then the five said to one another, “begin.”
The sixth was silent.