The Dark Lord sat brooding in his tower and thought:
“Should I summon some zombies or trolls instead there could be an ice giant or a scorpion made of stone.”
But aloud he said:
“Another round of orcs I suppose.”
The Dark Lord lived in a castle on a volcanic island in the sea of despair but had a volcano inland. He went there on week days to slaughter humans and on weekends he raised his monster army he even used human scum. He thought of killing some puny humans and decided to do that after some werewolves and vampires woke up and said:
“Ice giants , stone scorpions and harpies … as many as you can!”
“What’s the magic word?” Mocked his lieutenant.
”Or else I will make you die a horrible and grisly death!” Yelled his superior who had never thought of manners in his endless life and would try to keep it the exact same.
His lesser generals were Kantor a human, Death hammer a troll, a giant ,a harpy ,a vampire and a werewolf and other monstrosities. None of which were his lieutenant. He walked to his graveyard to summon some zombies to kill some dumb humans just for fun.
He went on his battle cruiser to the mainland. when he arrived, he got off and grabbed his scythe and yelled:
“Attack!”
His army of darkness ran ashore aiming at a village. The werewolves got there first then the dragons. In minutes, it was over. He strode over to where the gate used to be and stood there, watching dragons and harpies screaming and shooting fire overhead, zombies on each side, werewolves , vampires, trolls, giants of each element, stone scorpions, goblins, orcs and skeletons behind him, the Dark Lord grinned a malicious grin with dark marks around his eyes.
On the way to his volcano, he saw his giant servant in his car armour. The giant was holding a gun, it was guarding the entrance to his underground citadel.
The Dark lord went to his lava baths to think about ways to make his monster army more powerful. The answer came as soon as he got into the lovely hot molten rock. It was to make the graves, bigger of course! The Dark lord was surprised that he hadn’t thought of it before. He should also use more humans, once one died he could recycle them into zombies and skeletons. He thought longingly of mutants and the dungeon dimensions but thought again and said:
“Summon my lieutenant!” and in his head added ‘I want to torture him.’
His lieutenant marched into the room. The Dark Lord went into the lieutenants mind and made him see Hela and Hades, both chasing him always gaining, never out of sight then he fell over and looked at the killers and heard a killing curse.
“Kanaka Lucasa!”
The Dark Lord left the room and thought of other ways to torture the lieutenant. From then on the lieutenant had the same vision as the one he’d had when The Dark Lord tortured him.