It was like the whole universe cracked with the stone before energy rushed out and billowed through the room, like a smokescreen making everything blurry and gray. Soon, like inkdrops, came the colors of the room again floating down from above and forming a scene from long ago.
Necormancers, flat on their bellies and one kneeling, obviously superior, as the gates of the temple stood open and in the red light of the moon she was there, surrounded by mist and white light which caused the shadows to flee from the room. Though her face was shrouded from them, it was the Gray Lady floating up and speaking, the voice as clear and as resonant as crystal."I come from the dark paths of Ou'Rus at the call of my bell. Speak, child, and let your will be known. Am I here of convocate or to council?"The kneeling necromancer stood while the others rose to their knees and words were spoken between the Gray Maiden and the Necromancers.
"There is a great burden we are to guard, the last gate to Faerie. Given unto us by a daemon by the name of Malachi, entrusted to our unerring guard. However, in the passing years we came into the possession of a soul trap which contained the essence of a Shadow Lord of potent temptation and evil. One of our own fell to its whispers, and released it with nine keys. It fled from our wrath and went beyond us into Faerie where a Necromancer has not tread before. We humbly ask for your council, Mother, that you may lead us to the right and proper course."
She placed a shining hand on the primary Necromancer and said
"Fear not, I have no wrath. I council you to take up this portal with this soul trap, that what you released may not flee back to our world but stay there and there turn callow. As to he that erred, there is mercy for the temptations of a Shadow Lord are great. Treat me, my child, what was its name?"
Here the Necromancer who clearly was guilty of this act said "Sulerain"
The Gray Maiden hissed and recoiled, her brilliance becoming wreathing scarlet flames and her face wrought with pain and her eyes burning with malice.
"What? You released that nightmare? Unto Faerie? She the temptress and corrupter? You dared let her words touch your ear? To sway you? That vile nightmare who cannot slake the thirst for passion and pain? You release Hel herself from Nifelheim unto Faerie?"
The Necromancer could only nod as darkness crept into the room and began to engulf him, he didn't even scream before the end as it whisked him away and the Gray Maiden's screech echoed a scream of anger and pain. "Seal the witch within a Nandorian box and never let her escape! Open it only for those servants of the Light with the faith and strength to slay her." The image faded and seemed to fly into the stone again before the crack sealed and the bullet reformed and jumped back into the barrel of Jeff's shotgun.
