The moon rose high into the clear nights sky as an ominous feeling began to spread through the forest. A tense and foreboding air crawled through the underbrush like an invisible fog, emanating from the mouth of a nearby mine.

“O mi deus, est adeo stultus”

Deep inside the mine, the words bounced against the walls of an underground cavern, as dark robed figures slowly gathered around a circle painted on the stone floor.

“Hoc malum sit tempus nescio mentionem ipsius linguae translitterandi”

Inside the circle, a large and complex symbol was drawn on the ground, its lines still wet from the fresh blood that had been spilled to create it. And as the candles spread around the edges of the circle and throughout the cavern flickered, the figures stopped at their positions.

“O bene, plerique hoc bis inspicere”

They continued to chant as the symbol began to glow with a dark light and the ground underneath it shook and rumbled.

“Reliqua, spes bene, sit amet”

The voices grew louder, and so did the rumbling of the ground below them, a violent warning that the power they toyed with was better left alone. The symbol glowed with such light that the figures were forced to look away as they heard the ground crack and splinter, shielding their eyes behind the arms of their robes.

When the light finally subsided, a young man dressed in tattered rags, stood in the center of the symbol.

His long black hair, dirty and wild, hid his face from their view, and scattered whispers floated through their ranks as they questioned what they had summoned . He slowly lifted his head and the striking colors of his eyes immediately silenced the room as they stood, frozen under his gaze. His right eye was a dark red, the color of dried blood, and his left was a bright and clear white. A large scar ran diagonally across the left side of his face, starting next to his nose and stopping after carving a line through his eyebrow.

His gaze drifted over the figures surrounding him, and even though he seemed a bit unsteady on his feet, his eyes were alive and awake.

Before he had the chance to speak, the figures around him dropped to their knees and bowed their heads reverently, all except for one.

A pendant dangled from the man's neck, a simple silver circle with a trident in the middle, framed further down it's base by an extra pair of horns. Two black gems sat on either side of the weapon like a pair of eyes, dark and bottomless. The young man looked at it, recognizing the symbol as something he’d seen eons ago, back before he was condemned to hell.

“Oh great one, we, your humble servants, have freed you from hell so that you may finally enact your vengeance upon this world.” As he spoke, the man moved forward, raising his arms above his head like a religious leader giving a passionate speech.

The young man waited, his eyes cold and empty, for the priest to finish his loud speech and then, tilted his head and spoke.

“Where are the others?” His voice was raspy and dry from disuse but he spoke just loud enough for his words to echo slightly through the now silent cavern.

The hooded man paused for a second, taken aback by the unexpected question, “Th-The others, my lord? Apologies but, it’s taken us many years and much effort just to free you. The others are still… well… imprisoned.”

The young man's expression didn’t change after hearing the answer, at least not at first, the hooded mans only sign of danger was a hardening behind the mismatched eyes.

Before anyone could move, the young man’s hand shot out and grabbed the figure by his throat, lifting him about a foot off the ground and holding him at arms length. His eyes were narrowed, a barely concealed anger glowing deep within them like hell fire in the distance and the hooded man floundered in his grasp.

“Well then, we’ll have to change that.” With a swift move of his wrist, a loud crack echoed through the cavern, punctuating the end of his words. The body was dropped onto the ground carelessly as the young man wiped his hand on his already dirty shirt.

He didn’t look back as he turned to leave the cave, his followers moving to trail behind him. His eyes no longer burned, instead they were distant, focused solely on another goal, with no regard for whatever obstacles lay in his way.