"At last the Power will be mine."

The cloaked figure whisped to himself as he glided across the briliant white marble floors. Only the sounds of his obvious hob-nailed boots clanked throughout the work-of-art room. There was a singular door behind him that was looming open, a plasma-like substance was smoking and swirling through an invisible barrier. It was as if through that wooden man-made door was a gate into the abyss. The room was very roomy, only being broken by the pillars that stood along the straight pathway that led through the room and to a large artifact. It was a large cross standing at the end of the room. It was made of some sort of metal, Iron. The cloaked figure began to go into a hastened, almost energic child-like step. Eyes locked on the prize ahead, a mixture of lust and green forcing their way through those crimson eyes. So close now, so close to claiming the power of all.

SLAM!!!!

The sound echoed through the room and caused the cloaked figure to wheel around on a toe, and glare at the door, and the other figure that stood in it's wake.

"You.."
"Damn Straight..."