Hehe, Thanks Dagzar, I tried to make this one longer o_o;;
Chapter I:
"Come Come now, Master is waiting." The short man laughed into his face. He had no choice but to follow the man. His personality seemed very odd, and it freaked him out a bit. As they walked down the hallway, the man stopped to look a painting. It was gigantic, at least 40 feet tall. They had to back away a little just to see the full masterpiece. It showed a man dressed in a black robe, with a black rose in his hand. On the opposite of the hall, lied another painting. It looked as if it was the same man as far as facially. This made wore a white robe, and held a pink rose.
"You see, this is the founder of our little 'organization'. He was originally a saint-typed person, full of joy and happiness. Until his wife passed away, during childbirth. Then, he became emotionless. He grew silent and eventually isolated himself from the entire world. He never completely let her go."
They continued to walk down the hall. Every footstep they took echoed due to the emptiness of the room. They finally reached the rather large black door. The man spoke, "Eternity", and the doors creaked open. There were thirteen chairs surrounding a large, circular table. "Wait up here, little dude".
The man look his seat leaving him isolated in front of around ten people. A tall, bulky man stood up, and spoke with a deep voice. "Welcome to Black Castle".
He stood still at the front, looking anxious and horrified by what he saw. There were five people sitting around the table, looking very frightening. The one speaking was tall and bulky. The person beside him was the short man who led him to this little conference room. The third person was a woman with long jet-black hair. The fourth was a small man who looked as if he could care less what anyone else was saying. The fifth seat was empty, and somehow gave an ominous feeling to the room. The sixth seat was a very ghostly looking person, with paper white skin. They all had pale skin, and wore the same robes that were in the two portraits he saw. The first three people's robes were jet-black, while the fourth robe was a dark gray, and the sixth, was jet-black, but looked skin-tight, unlike the others.
As the bulky man continued to talk, he sectrley scanned the room. He was very interested until he saw a painting move. His head crashed to the floor.