" Is everything ready? " the Mad King impatiently tapped his chair. " Yes sire. " I answered. " Very well, Fist. " he replied, stepping down the gravel floor, with each of his steps echoed in the walls. " On this day, my dear minions, we shall destroy that old man's workshop once and for all" his voice thundering the hall, making us squirm slightly. He halted near the spell circle, which beamed up with the Mad King's power. He placed his foot on the circle, and it turned into a dark red aura. He took out his staff, then conjured a dangerous fire pillar that circled the hall. He looked at me exponentially, and I smiled briefly as he ordered to me, " Let's bring down the Workshop " .
A hectic hour that was! With the Mad King's power running in my veins and the temperature heating up the room, I barely controlled the energy he passed on to me , but with careful precautions, I opened up the Gate of Oblivion. This Gate of Oblivion, were the seal of black magic. But we barely opened a little piece of the gate. With Mad King's power, we can open the gate even further, to grant us more power. The Mad King chanted furiously to control the power bestowed upon him, while we staggered to hold the gate ajar. " Lo-Lord! " I stammered, " It is finished! ". The portal of Santa's Workshop is open.
It all happened in an instant. The Mad King opened the Gate farther than we planned, leaving the Workshop burning with our magics. Not more than minutes later, it was finished. Fire and clicks of failing mechanisms whispered in the silent defeat. " Lord. We spared the elves just as you ordered " I said. " Good. " my King replied. " Bring them here. " he ordered. So it happened. There were 207 of them. " Now Santa's servants. Rise and serve the King once more. " he spoke. What? I thought. Moments after, the elves transformed into imps, a demonic spawn with tiny bat wings, sharp teeth and claws. They cackled in the night, making the Mad King say " Now, let us hunt down my enemy. Santa. "