Meanwhile, from out the depths of Dunkel, the realm known by the humans as 'The Underworld', a handsome man sits on the throne, a magical mirror in hand. He laughs maniacally as he watches Christopher's trapped soul stumbling around in pitch-black darkness.
Marc: *He throws his head back, his laughter echoing through the vast chamber.* Foolish mortal. Struggling is futile. *He watched with amusement as Christopher calls out into the void.* Soon, that soul will be mine.
The heavy doors to the chamber swung open, and a man with fiery red hair enters.
Logan: *He kneels before Marc, his head bowed.* Sire, you've called for me?
Marc: *He waves a dismissive hand.* Please stand, Logan. I want you to prepare a darkling. Jin-Woo's soul is wearing thin. The vessel won't hold much longer.
Logan: *He rises, his expression serious.* As you wish, Sire. A potent one? Or something… more subtle? *He pauses, awaiting further instructions.*
Marc: *He taps a finger against his lips, considering.* Something… resilient. Capable of infiltrating. We need eyes and ears everywhere. We already know that Jinah suspects something. We need to find out more about the others, ensure that our plans remain… undiscovered.
Logan nods, turning towards the door. As he reached for the handle, Marc's voice booms through the chamber, stopping him in his tracks.
Marc: *He leans forward, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam.* Don't fail me, Logan. The consequences would be… unpleasant.
Logan: *He swallows hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. He bows his head lower, his eyes on the intricate patterns of the chamber floor.* Of course, Sire. I understand the gravity of my task. *He quickly adds.* And the location of… the girl? Is she still with the others?
Marc: *He waves a dismissive hand, a flicker of impatience crossing his features.* Michael assured me that they're in South Africa. He will deal with them, until the time is right. Your only concern is the darkling. Now go!
Logan bows again, a sense of unease setting in his gut. Michael's involvement always adds an unpredictable element to their plans. He quickly exits, leaving Marc alone with his reflections.
Marc: *He stares into the magical mirror, his gaze fixed on the swirling darkness that held Christopher's soul.* Soon… *He murmurs, a sinister smile spreading across his lips.* Very soon...