Beams of light shot through the windows that depicted great battles lost and won of ages past. The room although properly light,still echoed darkness and evil.The room was adorned with corinthian pillars crafted from black marble.The floor made from the same material,interupted with patterns made from bones stained from battle.The main wall depicted what the three prophets fighting off creatures not known of this world,so thus pointless to name,Anarchy mutilating anything that wasnt the three,Death valiantly slashing through hordes,and vengence dueling with the leader,a glorious victory for the three,and not to be forgotten.
   The massive doors burst open,Anarchy trudging in,towards the front of the room where three thrones were situated.Death folowed him,walking slower with his black hood drawn far down over his brow 'Never did has a kneck for elegance did he?'
'Heh..what do you expect,him to drink tea with his little finger?' Vengence replied dryly as he followed death, in full armour.Anarchy merely grunted back and rested on his throne.
   The thrones were individual,Deaths being of black marble,with a skull on the top,a skull he picked himself,whoms it is,i cannot judge,but i have a fair idea.Vengence's was crafted from ruby,shaped into a crude throne, rimmed with silver.Perched on its top was a pentagram,to celebrate his their infernal master for whome they served under.Anarchy was specially proud of his,at first glance it looked white,but it was infact made of bones from victims anarchy chose to drag home.As him being closest to their master,his symbol was given to him by the morning star himself,forged in the firery river of styx,and tempered in the city of Dis,   i cannot name this object, for if word got out i had,the creature himself would hunt me down.
   The doors opened again and two girls stepped in,taking a few moments for their eyes to adjust to the darkness,they were the entertainment.Death rose slowly,deep in thought.
   'Hmm,is it wise? Should we? Just give them a chance.' The girls started pleading,and begging for mercy,Death glared at them 'Weak bloods' He spat,'Anarchy,do your party peace.' Anarchy rose less elegently and dragged himself over to the two girls,circling them and surveying.
   'Wait' Vengence interupted Anarchys fun. Death was suprised 'You actually oppose to this...Chris' He used Vengences human name,stirring memories long forgotten. 'Not at all..Conor,but i have a better idea for her' He shot his finger in the direction of the smaller one. A wry smile crept across his face,send her to the orc pits,and let them have their fun.The other two laughed as she and the other cried.Guards appeared and dragged her off.The other was still on the ground pleading.Pleading with Anarchy,is a waste of energy,once he smells blood,he wont stop for anything.Vengence took his seat next to Death and began to watch the show.Anarchy took her hand gently,like a father to his daughter,which calmed the girl.Suddenly with one jerk her broke one of her spindly fingers.'Oops' Mocked Anarchy,as the other two laughed. He bit another off,and pushed a third in on itself.The young girl screamed in agony,just increasing the other twos laughter.He moved from the smaller bones to her foot,he twisted it slowly one way,then the other,not breaking it and prolonging the anguish.Finally twisting it far enough for the satisfying noise.
  'This one bores me' Grunted Anarchy over her wailing screams of pain.The guards were signalled in and dragged her out,unable to walk herself.'Well that was quite amusing' Remarked Vengence. 'Agreed' Chimed in Death,'But shouldnt we get onto the main matter,Mistrust.'
  'Hes waiting outside' Remarked Anarchy,'Lets just get on with it.'
   Death signalled for the guards to open the doors,and in strode a young man of strange origin.His complexion was a dark blue,with long pointed ears,and striking red eyes.He was a night-elf.He wore the armour he charged into battle with,quite light,of a red colour,and of an asian style.On his back he wore a katana,wraped in ray-skin,the only known blade left of its type.His hair was jet black,and ended past his shoulders,and tied with a black silk scarf.He approached the thrones and dropped to his knees.
   Vengence was slgihlty annoyed,'Mistrust get up please,you are one of us after that,there are no ranks among us,we are supreme,we rule,we ARE.'
   Mistrust smiled and stood proud,waiting for what was to come.Anarchy recited something from an ancient latin text,and used a strange hand gesture.Death laughed 'Thats it,id offer you a seat,but your throne is not ready yet,but by all means you may cut that slave girl up with that blade of yours.' Mistrust smiled,and motioned for the guards to bring her back.