Raid #90

Mount Ordeals was a bleak, desolate little mountain, populated by vicious monsters and myriad pitfalls for the unwary hiker. It was one of the most dangerous places in all the Overworld, especially for the humans below, who considered climbing this peak to be a major trial worthy of only true warriors. Today, however, Mount Ordeals was unusually quiet. A deathly calm settled over the peak, broken only by a low, howling wind. It was here that Rubicante stood, staring over the world with his usual detached manner.

Once he had figured out how to call the darkness to his world, it was a simple matter indeed to arrange this little invasion. It was here, on the summit of this so called holy proving ground that the encroachment of the Dark into this world would begin. Assuming everything went according to plan, the majority of the people on Blue Planet wouldn't even know what happened until it was already too late, and by then their thoughts would be preoccupied with their own survival. It promised to be quite a world that Rubicante was going to turn this Light-blessed little planet, a twisted netherworld that, though paling in comparison to the Hell wherein he had carved a name for himself, would certainly no longer bore the Archfiend with all its preoccupation with "peace."

And yet, Rubicante was not completely unfair. Far from it. There was no secret as to his plans; anyone who was looking would surely discover his schemes and where to find him. Even if he hadn't, those that align with the Light seemed to have a talent for sniffing out the Dark, and they always came running whenever something even remotely suspicious seems to be happening. Another man might have smirked at the thought of the "good guys" as nothing more than a pack of baying bloodhounds. Rubicante, however, was not another man, and he was in fact counting on that persistence.

As he stood, looking over the Blue Planet, heedless of the chilly wind or the gathering clouds, he felt something approaching excitement. People were coming. Maybe even people from other worlds, with powers he never had the pleasure of seeing before. He could only hope that they were at least capable. He had grown tired of this world and its fighters.