I move silently down the corridor. Slayer rests easy in my hand, ready to swing into action. With each step I take, I feel the Evil growing stronger. It has a familiarity about, but it is alien, too. I have met It before, but I can not remember when. Ahead of me, I hear a faint groaning and a soft rustling, as of cloth against stone. With all my senses alert, I advance. Ahead of me, I can dimly make out a form laying on the floor of the catacombs. Cautiously, I approach and kneel at its side. Slayer rests his sharp edge close to the man's throat. The slightest hint of danger from him and this unknown man would die. My hand comes to rest on his shoulder as I try to rouse him. The moment my hand touches him, I know he is of my line. I also detect a dark aura about him. Slightly evil, it's darkness is but a shadow of what it could become. I also feel that he is unaware of this evil and that he may, with help, escape the fate it holds for him. I hesitate but a second before deciding that this is not a safe place for him to be. I easily pick him up and hold him under my left arm. A short way ahead I can see the faint outline of a door. I will leave him there while I continue my hunt. As I drop him in the relative safety of the empty room, he moans aloud, “Mel.” I close the door and leave him to his dreams. Pausing outside the door, I cast quick glances up and down the corridor. It is still empty, though my keen hearing picks up the faint sounds of soft footfalls and voices. They are coming from the opposite direction in which I travel, so I give them no further heed. Once more, my feet pace steadily down the passage. Ahead of me, I can see a heavy door. Its ancient wood and metal hide the Evil, for that presence is stronger now. Stopping outside the door, I listen. Behind me, the voices and steps have come closer. They are almost at the place where I had left my descendant. For a brief moment, I wondered if they were friend or foe. I will just have to keep them in mind and be ready for them, if they should prove to be the latter. For now, it is time to face that which waited me behind the door. My hand reaches out and grasps the latch. With a sudden, powerful twist and shove, I thrust the door open. It flies back, stopping with a loud crash against the wall and bouncing back a couple feet. My eyes scan the room, whose interior is lit by a ghastly reddish glow. The light seems to originate from a large, circular well in the center of the room. By its light, I can see that this room was, and apparently still is, used for torture. There are ancient instruments of agony, improved by the Inquisition, as well as many devised by that evil body are scattered about the room. I even see some which have no correlation to instruments of torture I have ever seen in my long life. Whoever had devised them was truly an evil person and one I would dearly love to meet! Just so I could end his obnoxious existance and condemn him to the Abyss where he has sent so many in agony. My vengeance on him, though, will have to wait, though, for some thing is happening. The light from the well has grown brighter. The room has become both hotter and colder at the same time. I grip Slayer tightly and prepare to meet that which is coming. “It is time!” comes the sibilant whisper of my metallic companion.