Dr. Varnie sighed as he walked down the street. It was a cold afternoon and it was snowing. Varnie sighed as he shivered in the cold. He wore a large jacket and a scarf to conceal his face. He kept walking when he turned to an alley. He noticed someone who wore a black cloak over their face and around their body. They stood there. The cloak had a logo with a cloaked skeleton wielding a scythe. Varnie walked towards him and suddenly a large portal appeared behind the cloaked figure. The cloaked figure went inside of the portal and Varnie was curious as he followed.

He awoke inside the basement of some place. It was actually a dungeon and Dr. Varnie walked inside into the middle. The middle had a symbol drawn on the ground. A bunch of men and women wearing cloaks were praying to someone that seemed to be inside of the symbol? The person who led him here walked in front of him. The lights in the basement were red and it smelled of blood. People had died here as a sacrifice.

“Welcome George Varnie.” says the person.

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“Who are you?” he asks.

“I am the messenger of Death.” he replies. “Death is the one we pray for in the Cult of the Phantom. Death will end everything and grant any wishes you want. All you have to do is pray for it.”

“Who is Death?” asks Varnie. The cloaked man went to pray and Varnie turned around to try to leave and then settled as he walked over and put his hands in an arm cross praying stance and closed his eyes. He suddenly felt a sensation as he opened his eyes.

“Death,” says Varnie. “I sense him.”

“Excellent.” says the cloaked figure. “Varnie. What do you want to do?”

“I want to make a world of my own with my technology.” says Varnie.

“You can ask him for help,” says the cloaked figure. “He can even grant your wish. All you have to do is bring him back to life.”

“Back to life?” asks Varnie.

He nods.

“A blood sample, his tomb here on Earth and lastly his armour.” says the cloaked figure. The cloaked figure grabs a cloak with the Phantom logo on it.

“Welcome to the cult of the Phantom.” the figure said.