Red: Barricade the room? What's going on Deimos?
Azax: Is something out there? Is it Him!?
Deimos: NO, it's....
(The door is busted down and Deimos scrambles across the room)
Azax: Holy fuck!
Deimos: That's why I said barricade.
(A six-foot creature walks in, Huge arms, giant head with bull horns, glowing red eyes and completely black)
Red: I-it can't be!
Azax: The hell is this thing Red?
Deimos: The Rake`s Sub-Fear. Feist.
Azax: F-Feist!? You mean that Feist?
(Feist proceeds into the room, 10 proxies follow behind him and surround Azax, Red and Deimos.)
Azax: Proxies? Why the hell is a Feist working with Slim and Grim?
Deimos: He`s not that smart...
???: Now, now Feist that'a good for now.
(A man walks in. And older man probably in his late 40's.)
Azax: And you are?
???: Oh my. Don't you recognize me Child of Ash? After all I did for you. Well, why don't you tell him Red...
Red: (Red was breathing heavily) EDGAR!
Azax: N--no.. way... You...BASTARD!
(Azax runs at him but Feist swats him away)
Edgar: Now, now. No need to lose your temper now. I'm just here to invite you three to my lab.
Deimos: By invite you mean kidnap, right?
Edgar: No, No. I want you coming of your own wills, now.
Red: And if we refuse?
Edgar: Oh you won't be refusing. You value your brother life after all.
Red: Value... Blue's life. What do you mean by that.
Azax: Are you serious? Your only threat is to kill Blue? Heh, he's a traitor..
Deimos: Azax Don't! That's not what really...
Edgar: HAHAHAHAHA. Yes, yes. Blues a traitor, yes.
Red: What are you implying? Deimos, what does he mean?
Edgar. No, no. He will not spoil my surprises, no. If you want to learn more, come with me.
Deimos: Azax, Red... I hate to say it, but I think it's in are best interest to go with him...
Red: Deimos! You can't be serious...
Azax: We'll go.
Edgar: Excellent, excellent. Let us get going.
(Raphael, one of my fellow Knights stands up)
Raphael: I've heard enough! We're coming to. We can't just let you take are bosses.
Edgar: NO NO NO! Normals like you are of no use to me!
Raphael: No use? (he pulls out his revolver) What use is there in letting you even take them?
Michael: Raphael! Stop this! It--It's Sir Azax's desire to go with him. We--we have no right, to stop him....
Azax: Thank you Michael. Here, take this.
(He throws me his Ipod.)
Azax: The password to my laptop is on there, as well as this recorded conversation. Your in-charge of the blog... until we get back.
And then they left. A few proxies blocked the door so we couldn't give chase....Listening to this, I wonder if I made the right decision . Raphael sure doesn't think so.... I don't know about the others....This isn't good, this isn't good at all...