The Hellmouth

==THE HELLMOUTH==
A BOOK WRITTEN BY THE ONE AND ONLY BAD KITTY
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
If you tend to scream at the thought of blood and drunkeness, I advise that you don't read this book. Contains low-key language, graphic violence, constant drama and mild romance.
==OFFICIAL BOOK TRAILER==
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==CHARACTERS==
Below is a list of all the HUMAN characters you will meet throughout the book. Each one is unique with their own personality, not all of them very popular.
==General Sarchams==
General Sarchams is the narrator and leader of our story. He always fights with honor least he die, and doing so he will die in dignity. He is declared insane at the beginning of the book, but later is crowned a hero once again. He's slightly tempermental and tends to worry way too much. 
==Fernando James Patrix==
Fernando is always at his friend's side, Clive Sarchams. He is a truly loyal person, and is always ready to turn down his life for the sake of his friendship. Throughout the story you see him guiding Clive along through the toughest situations. He never loses his temper and loves to cook food. 
==Catherine==
Catherine, a well-sought and young maiden girl, is the girlfriend of Clive; though they don't always get along. Her favorite activity is running and playing games like football. She has an honest and sweet temper, but every man should know not to end up on the wrong side of it! As TSOTL member Jack described her, She's a whirlwind in a dress.
==Matthew Stormbellows==
Poor stupid Matt is the 15-year-old town loser. Everbody mocks him and treats him as if he were nothing. Unfortunatly he is all too familiar with downcasting looks and scornfull accusations, most of them coming from his master and king Lord Cad Bane. He's not an unlucky person, but somehow he is so ignorant that it just really irritates people. 
==Bill Plunderbones==
Owner of The Great Leviathan, Bill becomes a close friend of General Sarchams after they meet at a sabre match. He accompanies Clive with leading TSOTL, a team with big ships in honor of his pet, and makes an excellent opponent in combat. No matter what situation he is nearly always positive and outgoing.
==Ignatius Scourge==
Scourge is theeee-ideal tool for writing and smuggling information, stationary and letters. His good education trims his skills up, giving him one of the highest ranks in TSOTL. He can often be found scribbling something down on paper. He's prone to arguing with his co-workers Sharpe and Jack.
==Sharple==
AKA Cortez, but known as Sharpe in this story. He is the brainiac of the planning and offensive/defensive strategy. Almost like a squirrel he has infinite energy and has to be doing something creative or active. He is very short-tempered, impatient and easily agitated, but his quick mind makes up for it. 
==Jack Pistol==
Another high-ranker, Jack is handy with fists and also with an important cheat - lying. He managed to lie about his full identity until he could trust Sarchams at last, and his spying skills are equally immaculate. He is quite sarcastic and a bit of a joker, too.
==Keira Kinover==
A very mysterious and holy prophetess dwells in a golden city in the clouds. She is elegant, graceful, and very powerful. Her voice is clear yet slightly whispery, with an echo to it. Her features glow, which is why she tends to wear long cloaks with hoods. She always has a powerful staff in her hand.
==Johnathan Goldtimbers==
Owner of Bowdash Mansion. He is rich, greedy, and quite power-hungry. Most people consider him to be an evil man, which may be too far and hard a description. He is simply very greedy, and seeks only to profit himself. He hardly cared when his little sister Kelly Heartwalker disappeared during an investigation one night.
==Kelly Heartwalker==
Very little is said about this girl. She is curious and timid, but will have bursts of courage during desperate times. She was a very rich little lady living with her brother Johnny and let her curiousity flow. But as the saying goes, curiousity killed the cat..
==Jason Yelloweagle==
There is no doubt that Jason is an evil man. He betrayed Lord Cad Bane to work for The Hellmouth in secret, unbeknowst to the king. Jason served Jolly Roger too, at a different time from serving the king. He doesn't like Lord Bane much and once referred him to A tea-slurping parrotfish. 
==Lord Cad Bane==
King of Port Royal and official tea-drinker. He loves his tea so much, in fact, that it's the only thing he ever does. He never pays attention to anybody and mercilessly bullies his poor messenger and servant Matthew Stormbellows. Nobody really favors his obsession or his attitude likewise.
==Kitty==
Kitty took care of Clive when he fainted once. She is a Tortugan prostitute with a cocky accent, a sassy attitude and charming but harsh willpower. One time she innocently gave Clive a pistol, not knowing that it was cursed... 
==CHAPTER I - How it all started.==
The beginning, I am told, is the best way to start. But with a plot so terrific, a story so twisted, it's hard to know where it all really started.
'I see it...it.' She whispered, her eyes still closed.
'Again?' The Raven whispered back.
'Yes,' She said, 'And it's not far now.'
Lighting shot out of nowhere. What was that?' gasped The Raven.
'A sign.' She said.
And then Her voice, barely whispering, said it again.
'A sign...'
THREE MONTHS LATER.
It was a bright, sunny day. The air felt clear and springy, but faintly odoured with the scent of woman's perfume and rancid drink. Distant shouts were heard coming from the taverns and the bargaining gypsies, not to mention the yet further distant roars of cannons blasting their ammunition to destroy their rival ship. Screams of laughter were coming from the tortured undead souls lurking in the graveyards, and livestock bellowed loudly. This was everyday life; Tortuga. I walked down from the sloping paths, kicking dirt and rocks, pausing every now and then to glare sternly at foolish young couple or a drunken lad, which cowered in my briskful wake. The people divided to let me through; I was important to them.
I suppose I should introduce myself.
I am General Sarchams, the law and order of Tortuga and it's ruthless people. I protect and lead invasions, defend from bandit ships and 'clean up' the graveyards and mines. Not a member of the EITC, though I scold myself for bypassing the pirates and their filthy ways. Tortuga is not a place of order, but it has it's limits that need strong guidance. I'm not a good man, either. Bargained and paid to assassinate, occasionally a kidnap or theft, I do this for side money to cover my tax requirements and perhaps more, as it seems being a General does not recieve more pay then a mere scullery maid. But it gives me a place - a place where my repuation (covering up the past and present assignments) stays as it should be. It's rare that a man should find a place and keep it, because in Tortuga it's every man for himself. In the motto from our infamous idol, Captain Jack Sparrow, we do indeed take what we can and give nothing back. A man such as myself, however, is required as a member of the law to deal with the gypsies and travellers to ensure their safekeeping and enviroment. We don't follow laws such as Port Royal, where everything has an order and only certain people are treated with it. Our motto is truly only a guideline. It is our duty to see the wellbeing of the inhabiters, being the main trading post of all. We have much to control and take care of, but in spite of all the work we provide, the higher-class englishmen spit on the very ground before us, claiming us to be the scum of the earth because we support wicked deeds. 
But that is all you need to know for now. There is more to the story; moving on?
I was walking through the town, though people recited my name and offered me their fare. Ignoring is a proffession I have truly mastered so well that it comes naturally. Unfortunately, often it is at the wrong time. I did not pause or indeed take note of anyone until I reached the King's Arm. Just the night before there had been a robbery with a shameful lot of sea-bandits coming from a cheap mount of land upon which they staked their home. I had come to deliver the riches which had been retrived, to many people's fortunes but mostly the bartender's. I talked with him for a moment, gave him the stolen bag of gold, and delivered similar possessions to three more people. Then I spotted my friend. With a grin I strode confidentlyto my good friend, Johnny Swordcutter, and placed in his hand a letter from me. 'John, my boy' I said happily, 'I hope this tavern is fares well. An incident like this will surely not happen again, by my enforcements.'
'We can always trust you!' he said, putting the letter in his pocket without a glance. 'Oh and General..'
'Yes?'
'The money?'
I laughed.
'Ahh, that's a thing we have in common. We never fail to inquire about the money, eh?'
'Aye, and..?' he replied worriedly.
'That there peice of paper is the money, in written form, of course. Give it to Max at the finance station, or perhaps Elijah working on his logs, and they'll give you the gold.'
'Thanks, old chap. Nice to know someone's an honest fellow, aye?'
'Aye, aye it is, but remember we're not all decent this way in this here town. Plus, those robbers were them Black Demon scum, were they not?'
'Yes, yes, the scandals.'
'Typical, the dirtbags. No esteem for themselves or others. Well, g'day, ol buddy. And is that a pair of diamond earrings? Mind, or the laidies will be after them!' I turned to leave, but Johnny called after me. 'Wait!' he said, so I turned. 'Ah?' I asked impatiently.
'Did you..?' he replied, hesitently.
'Did I..?'
'Did you hear?'
'Hear what?' His voice was lowering rapidly. He gestured for me to come near.
'What? Another robbery? Talk of an invasion?'
'No, no' chuckled Johnny. 'I'm reffering to that of the recent conversings.'
'Conversings? I can't say I have...'
'Rumours, General, rumours.'
'Oi? And what rumours have been spread without my knowing?'
'Conspicuous things - doubts, beliefs, and fears.'
I sighed, my patience being tempered with. 
'Look, if that June girl has been spreading some nasty little-'
'General, listen to me.' said he, and for the first time I saw a slightly pleading look in his eyes.
I do admit, I glanced at my old rusty little clock, but I had a few minutes yet before going to my cannon station, so I sat on a crate and folded my hands expectantly.
'What have you to say, then?' I said.
'Alright,' began Johnny.
'Three months ago, there stood two women - one known as the Black Raven, the other whose name should not even be mentioned alone. This woman that I speak of saw a vision of a horrible, horrible thing.' He stopped to swallow, nervously.
'Go on' I persisted, and he continued with his tale.
'She said it was of indescribable terror - a menace, greater then any nightmare of man - a horror, so dark that Hell itself could not contain it - a dawning, of a new age and reign of apolycapse. It is written in the prophecy-' Here he paused again, his complexion changing from red to very pale. I was starting to feel a strange coldness is my gut, even though I feebly pushed him forward in his tale. 'It was a vision of the future of the caribbean, but not the caribbean as we know it. A place so evil that no man will think thoughts of it or whisper it in their dreams. An indescribable fear, not one of dimensions, nor of any form that we can relate to. Pure darkness, Clive, pure darkness itself. It came, it took the caribbean as we know it, and it spread out amongst the world to destroy everything in it's deathly grasp. This was not the far future. This woman's name, hush now, is Keira Kinover, you can find her wherever the spirits dwell. She is the prophetess of our world, and veiwer of all things.This vision had come to her often - but it has become stronger now, and it's coming nearer and nearer. Could be next month. Maybe a week. Maybe tomorrow - It's not far now, not far now at all. It's coming - it's.. com...ing...!' I saw a look in his eyes - I knew that whatever was in this vision was coming to him now. He could see it, and though I couldn't, I knew it was horrifying. A hand of steel gripped my heart, squeezing it, causing a jerk of intense fear in my soul, though I did not know why or where it had come from. And then, gasping, his face turned red, his veins visible on his forehead, his eyes popping - and he fell down before me. 
Dead.
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A year passed since that night. I had somewhat forgotten Johnny, but his words, that vision - it still haunted me. I never mentioned it to anyone, not my closest friend Fernando Patrix, not my brother Wallace, not even my lovely lady Catherine. I never realized the changes in my normal actions until Catherine chided me about it. 'Your eyes' she said, 'Look like they've seen the end, and you talk so.. so strange! You say such strange things, Clive, somethings stranger then the other. I'm worried about you.' Her pestering me did not help at all, but she did make me realize that if I kept behaving strangely people were going to be suspicious. I controlled the moods as well as the town.
However, John must have been wrong about conspicuous 'conversings' because nobody spoke of visions or prophecies, not even in whispers in the taverns, and nobody else died of unexplainable deaths. I started to believe maybe he was wrong, lying, or just purely insane. Perhaps his heart failed to supply his blood, causing death? He choked on something, to death? He convinced himself to death?? Nothing seemed right - or indeed, wrong. This puzzle I tried to solve, this complex mystery, this twisted paradox of false truths and yet truthful lies loomed over my mind in a dark cloud of nightmares. I could not eat, sleep, or go about my life without questions swarming through my brain like hornets from a hybernating nest, stinging me at every breath I drew. Life suddenly became a question, too. How come I've lived all my life without a care in the world only to now find myself in a strange new world, where life and death are two choices - live in dark thoughts every minute of your life, or die and suffer in darkness for eternity? Convincing myself that it wasn't didn't work, but if I spoke one word of this my whole reputation would be shattered. But I had to speak. It was the biggest choice - my reputation or my sanity. So I knew who I had to talk with.
==CHAPTER II - Who I spoke with==
Taking my coat, I carefully thought over what Johnny's dying words had told me."You can find her where the spirits dwell"But where DID the spirits dwell? Did he mean the graveyard of undead that screamed in pain, begging to stop being tortured? Or Port Royal, where the ghosts floated around sobbing and calling their long lost love?Or the gypsies?Or..Cuba.Now, Cuba is a place of magic, spirits, voodoo power. They say that the birth of Jolly Roger took place in Cuba, and the dawning of the age of him and his undead. But could there now be something greater, something worse? I had to find out.Putting Fernando Patrix in charge of my daily duties, I took three days leave to stay in Cuba and find this woman that went by the name of Keira Kinover. Also, why was it so forbidden?The first day, I took time to rest and slowly gather my thoughts.Then on the second day I went out searching, making vauge inquirements about spiritual mortals. I eventually was given the name 'Kinover' on a slip of parchment, and it directed me to the old Cuba pub. So, there was one thing I knew about her, thought I, and that she was in lust for the demon drink.Now, I knew the rough and wild life of Tortuga, so this tavern surprised me with it's tranquility and calmness. Just a few gamblers - with a quick eye I could spot a few extra aces in that deck - and perhaps a sleeping man illed with rum poisining. 'How will I recognize her?' I whispered to myself. I tried walking up to a british man, who was scowling and pulling faces at the drinks. 'If you-' I started, but he turned away. 'Filthy scum!' he muttered disrespectfully, and I was not amused.So, with slight hesitation, I strode confidently up to a man which seemed normal from a slight distance. However, as I neared him, I could see he was a very heavily built, dark skinned man, covered in menacing tattoos and scars. 'Can you inform me-' I started falteringly. 'Que?' he asked gruffly, and I did not persist. Then I saw a thin man mopping the floor, and decided question him. Before I could speak, however, he pointed to a little side storage room. 'If you can get past the bartender,' he said, 'She's in there.''Thank you' I said gratefully, 'If it isn't confidential, might I ask your name?'He grinned, standing up straight. 'Dominic Montstead's the name' he said. 'Gooday, General.''At least someone here has a few decent manners! And good day to you, Mr. Dominic.'The bartender presented no problem, as he was so consumed in drinking he didn't notice me slip around the tanks and into the tiny, dark room. I observed it cautiously, feeling around the door frame and squinting into the black hole. I put my head in, then my foot, before at last venturing inside. As soon as I stepped in the door slammed behind me, causing me to jump.I could not see a thing for pitch darkness, but as my eyes adjusted I saw a tiny candle flickering weakly in the thick black. 'Come hither' whispered a voice, and I jumped again, foolishly blushing in the dark. 'Who are you?' I gasped hoarsely.'I am the one you have been seeking. Sit down - there is a chair behind you.'I sat.After a long silence, I dared ask, 'Please, can you-''I know what you are searching for.' she interrupted quietly.'The truth,' I said sadly, and I sensed her nodding in the dark.Long, long silence followed. The waiting was the worst part.
'Fear not!' she said suddenly, and the candle jumped, it's flame brightening. 'Fear not; I know your sorrow and your fear; but you have not to worry. Times will be dark, sacrifices will have to be made, blood will shed. But when all hope seems lost, just remember that the good will come to lose who know what's right in their heart.'Then suddenly all the candles lit up, and I saw her face in the dark.She had short hair and rather scruffy around her shoulders, most of it scraped back, and Jade-green eyes that looked as though they knew the stars themselves. Her dress, simple, but a powerfull staff she held that glowed purple, then green, then blue and then red. She lifted up a hood over her head, hiding her face, and stood up slowly. 'Good will come to those that know what is right in their heart,' she repeated almost silently, and then she disappeared in some sort of blue and violet cloud.For a while I sat still on the chair, speechless and perplexed. Her words did not heal my mind, but they comforted greatly. 'I've nothing to worry,' I thought, but she still hadn't answered my question. What did she mean by Times will be dark, and when?Troubled, I returned to Tortuga earlier with a lighter heart but now with a new problem.'Did you clear your mind?' inquired Catherine. 'No,' I said, patting her shoulder, 'In fact I didn't.' And true, people stopped pointing out my behaviour in a bad way and looking at me as though I'd took advantage of a woman in public. But instead of prattling to my friends as I did not long ago, I took my evenings at the bar alone, only in company with a half-empty pint of rum and plenty of thoughts to sort through. At last I knew there was no foolishness in the matter, so I sat and waited for something though I didn't know what.Then I found what I was waiting to find - on a chilly summer night, standing alone on the beach.A sign.
==CHAPTER III - The First Sign==
That chilly summer night I will never forget.It was indeed cold. I had brought several skins that had been imported by the demon scoundrels and left behind. However, I hunched over a little fire, looking at the sea which I had ceased to roam long ago. I saw the figure of a man struggling against the windy sea. I shouted after him, several times, before he crawled over to me, gratefully close to the fire.
He spoke in a tounge I did not understand - French, as I found out later on - so niether of us attempted conversation after a few failing tries, but it was peacefully silent between us.The wind picked up rapidly, and less then a minute later the wind was blasting loudly, putting out my weak fire with no bother at all. I gave frenchie two of my furs, waved at him and set off on my way hurridly to get home. But the wind was too strong to fight against, so I sat by a rock - not near a tree - and tried to wait out the storm. But the longer I waited, the more powerful the wind blew, until something strange appeared in the sky. In the clouds I saw the sky fill with fire, then something emerging from it. I opened my mouth to scream in a most undignified matter, but my voice had deserted me for shock.Then the clouds faded, the wind stalled and the nightmare vanished. Once again I sat stupidily, stumped. I looked around wildly but Frenchie was gone by now. This occurance took place, however, in all but a matter of seconds. So where did he disappear to?By now I was thoroughly sick of adventures and questions, and slowly retired back to my home, angry but shocked.
The next morning, unbeknowst to me...
'But sire, If I may be so bold' gasped Matthew Stormbellows, 'This was no accident, this was actual fury in the sky - nobody has ever seen anything like it!'Lord Bane roared with laughter.'Ahh Matthew, you've always been like a son to me - dilligent, obidient, knowing your place; but you worry too much, my boy, you worry too much. Enjoy life! Enjoy living, enjoy tea. We are englishmen. We don't waste our brains on mere stupidity. NESTOR! A second serving of tea for our confused little friend.'Mat bit his lower lip anxiously.'He won't listen!' he collapsed to the King's advisor - Jason Yelloweagle. 'He just won't listen!''Calm yourself, Matthew. He's in a mood - tomorrow or tonight we will discuss it with him.''Will he listen even then? He never does!''Calm yourself.'Poor Mat gave up, starting to walk to the gates.'MATTHEW! Aren't you forgetting something?' cried the king. Before Mat was given chance to reply, the king had flung his coat - on which he had accidentally spilled tea - onto Matthew's face. 'Much obliged, your highness!' said Matthew sarcastically. Lord Bane just laughed at him. Mat scowled, the dripping coat sliding off the side of his head, walked over to the gates, tripped on the hem of the lord's coat and fell face-down in the mud with every citizen of Port Royal watching.'Curse that king!' he cried, spitting mud out of his mouth. Then a tea kettle, missing his head just by centimeters, smashed against the ground; showering him with glass shards and hot tea.'CURSE YOU, BANE, AND ALL OF YOUR MISERABLE HEIR!' he cried into the sickly paste of teabags, glass, sugar and mud - his voice muffled so luckily nobody heard him.
Now, Matthew Stormbellows was a horribly bullied lad, not only by the lord of Port Royal, Lord Caddius Bane, but probably every other human on the face of the earth. His stupidity, however, seemed to invite insults, causing him misery out of his own accord. Though not quite hated, his pathetic nature didn't make others feel any less irritated with him.
Six days and a half later, the second and last sign appeared. Pretty, young Kelly Heartwalker was sewing her torn dress up - patching the blue with yellow - while sitting at the window. She often sat there, when she wasn't out betraying her husband with other men, and engaged herself in slowly processed activities such as sewing or darning. Her life was simple - in fact she was simple, and when she was excited she became manic and starting talking too fast and repeating certain words. Her brain itself, however, was of high intelligence when it was not possessed. She lived with her brother Johnny Goldtimbers in Bowdash Mansion. However, it soon all came to an end.
The day had no sun, but there was no rain either, and for some reason the air was poisined with scent of ash, and clouds of thick black smoke appeared in the sky. 'Something seems wrong today,' claimed Kelly to her brother, Johnny. 'Something is always wrong, are you sure you drank enough Numbing Tonic?' he said in a monotone. She coughed deliberately and walked outside. She went to Tortuga town square, but everybody was inside their homes away from the ash stench. 'I'll be doing that later,' thought Kelly. So she retreated back to her home. 'Johnny,' she said, 'I really meant what I said. There is something wrong.''And what will you do about it?' chuckled her brother humourously.'I shall take this evening to investigate. Will you come with me?''Certainly not. I have better things to do.' with that he took a large bag of money and threw it up in the air, then caught it, to prove his point.'Then I shall go by myself.' she said. Won't he be sorry if anything happens to me, thought Kelly darkly.
And that is what we call tempting fate.
==CHAPTER IV - The Last Sign, The Beginning==
True to her word, the bold young girl resisted the tempting bars and walked further towards the cloud of smoke that seemed to be coming from nowhere. The whole town seemed to be empty. The only noise she heard was the very slight whistling of the wind, and the squeak of a rusty swinging post.
'Hello?' she called into the mist, but nobody called back. 
She ventured forward very warily, checking every step. She reached out into the thick emptyness to feel in front of her before daring to take a tiny step forward. 'Silly me!' she giggled nervously. Her laugh sounded weird and high-pitched as it echoed eerily. The mist in the darkness before her blinded her like a newborn kitten. 'Hello?' she called again, but now sounding frightened. This time she was answered. The noise itself wasn't heard, but something caused the earth to tremble and vibrate. She started walking backwards slowly, staggering with fear. The earth didn't stop shaking, it in fact just got worse. 'Stop it!' she yelled, but all at once she heard a very low-pitched growl. She screamed again, then suddenly started confessing all her sins to the night. The earth now seemed to be laughing. 'Oh, it's a joke?' she shrieked. Then the earth growled again. She turned to run, but tripped on a pebble and landed against a wall-like substance. But instead of standing still like a wall it heaved up and down slightly, and it felt warm and skin-like. She felt around it with trembling hands, looking down to see herself lying down on what looked like a claw. 'Mercy! MERCY!' she whispered. She turned again to see a shadow against a sickly whitish yellow moon, a shadow so huge it covered the town. So it wasn't darkness covering Tortuga. It was a shadow.
Before she could scream, something very large and cold struck her in the sides. Gasping, she bled rapidly from her waist, looking around her in terror. Then a hand, bigger then her Bowdash Mansion, lifted her up. The mist cleared. A huge horrifying face stared at her - shaped like a horse's head, with sharp pointing horns and big black eyes shaped like ovals. It bared it's teeth, showing them to each be about six feet long. From behind him, two huge wings with claws on the edges of them were shading his appearance. So she screamed. She screamed until her throat dried and blood dripped down her chin. The monster bent forward and licked her chin with a tongue bigger then Kelly herself; She shuddered, disgusted. 'WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?' Roared Kelly, not expecting him to answer - but he spoke. 'You don't know me? I am the one who was called.' he said. His voice was deeper then Jolly Roger's, with a strange hoarse and husky sounding echo. 'Called?' whispered Kelly, clutching her sides and moaning, hardly able to speak for shock. 'Called to reign this miserable world,' he rasped. 'Who called YOU to reign the Caribbean?'
'You did.' 
'What?!' 
'Your leader. Apparently he is weary of you mortals, as he put it.'
'Do you mean Jolly Roger?'
'Perhaps..'
'Do I know him?'
'Does it really matter?'
'Suppose not. Why did he call you?'
'Because I am the only one who can really destroy you.'
'So you're going to kill us?'
'Yes, of course.'
'Then what?'
'Eat you.'
'I meant after that!'
'Reign your so called Caribbean Empire.'
'What makes you think that?' Irritated by her demanding questions, he prodded her shoulder, causing it to bleed too. 'You'll kill me!' she wailed. He suddenly swelled to be even huger - so large it seemed he could snatch the moon straight out of the sky. 'I am Hellmouth; though my names are countless, and my age beyond reckoning. I am the essence of Hell itself, I am death incarnate. Those who underestimate me are the very ones who will die and be tortured in my realm.' said the thing. 'But...Why are you so evil?' gasped Kelly, using the last of her dying breath.
'Oh darling.. why else! I am The Hellmouth, after all.'
==CHAPTER V - The Real Terror Begins==
The reign of apocylapse that was spoken of in the vision slowly started to show itself. The sky turned different shades of red and black and deep orange at no accounted time. People started mysteriously disappearing. It rained hail and bits of grit and dirt. The Hellmouth could not have made his presence clearer to all, except for one. 
Lord Bane glanced at his watch nervously, tapping his foot very rapidly. 'NESTOR!' he screamed, suddenly not able to bear it any longer. 'BRING THE TRAYS!'
'I apologize, your graciousness, but to be exact the time presents fourty-six minutes past three' said Nestor. 'Tea time is at four o'clock, according to the schedule that your graciousness-'
'I SAID IT'S FOUR O'CLOCK, SO IT IS FOUR O'CLOCK!' Lord Bane grabbed the clock and twisted it so violently that it showed four thirty. 'And where is that damned Matthew Stormbellows? I thought I called him two hours ago!'
'If I may be so bold, sir, you requested his presence less then two minutes ago.'
'Nestor, I have had enough of your preciousness. Get that miserble toerag in this hall, on that seat, within the next thirty seconds or by God I will tear your head off and stir your blood in my tea.'
'You make yourself clear, your highness.' Nestor gulped, and scurried to the kitchen.
'Matthew,' he said, 'I suggest you do your very best behaviour on him. He's in a foul mood today because his tea had two grains of sugar less then usual.' said Jason, calmly.
'Two GRAINS of sugar?!?!' cried Mat. 'Do you mean to tell me that he loves his tea so much that he will notice two grains of sugar missing?!?!!'
'He is very particular about his tea, Matthew. It's what keeps him a noble man, according to him.' replied Jason, even more calmly.
'Could I not speak to his wife? Oh, PLEASE don't tell me that she has lost her senses for the same sick passion of tea?'
'No, but she is currently away in England with her daughter, Matthew. If you really must speak with his graciousness I suggest you do it now when he is distracted from the sugar incident.'
'Huh. Two grains, indeed!' snapped Mat, but he tidied his hair, quickly checked his attire and let Nestor show him into Cad Bane's dining room. 'My lord,' he said silkily, sweeping a low bow.
'You'll bang your head on the floor and do yourself an injury with that sort of bow' said Cad bitterly. 'Sit down. I believe you wished to speak with me.'
'Yes, I do. There is a-'
'Shut up and sit down!'
Mat smiled in a very strained way and sat down heavily on the seat three ways down to the right of Cad's seat at the head of the table. 'Now, I have serious matters to discuss, my Lord. Very grave and strange things have been happening whilst you were here, just eating sandwhiches and drinking your precious t-' 
Cad gave him a very dark look.
'D-d-doing buisness, your honour, I mean, of course.'stammered Mat. Before he continued, he took a small sandwhich and proceeded to eat it. 'You see, some things have been brought to very high concern to us as the citizens of Port Royal. The major concern is the weather, for it has behaved like never before. It seems as if-' Mat stopped, for he noticed Cad was staring at him in a very peculiar way. 
'By God, how I should love to slap you in the face!' mused Cad out loud. He stirred his tea thoughtfully. 
'Lord Bane, do forgive my interruption, but this is no foolish matter.' Cad glanced at a portrait of his daughter on the wall. 
'How long till you return from England!' he said wistfully.
'Your highness, I-' started Mat angrily.
'See those eyes of hers? She gets them from me.' said Cad, proudly.
'I'm sure. Now-'
'Ohhhhh, brittania, brittania rules the seeeeeeeaaaas...' sang Lord Bane.
'LORD BANE!' screamed Mat, making Cad jump. 
'Have you gone MAD?! Look, you nearly made me spill my tea! How dare you!' yelled Cad, outraged.
'But I am trying to tell you something!'
'Well, for pity's sake, what is it?'
'Your kingdom could DIE! And there will be a new king! And you will be de-throned!!' cried Mat dramatically. At long last Cad gave Mat his immediate full attention. 'What? Who? Why? Where? How?'
So Mat explained everything, from the mysteriously disappearing people to the threats of the weather, then showed him the sky from out the great glass windows. Mat watched his reaction change from shock to anger to horror, then to shock again. 'Something must be done.' persisted Mat, when he dared. 'Yes, yes, something must be done.' said Cad. 'But what of my family? They planned to come in three weeks time.'
'Keep them in England, at least they would be safe for the time being. Then gather up all your builders to create a wall or net around Port Royal - that way no attacks from the weather will cause grave damage. Once that is done have several army troops up at the barriers day and night to ensure that nobody attacks this wall. It's our only hope. And, it will keep people from going missing.'
'Excellent! Matthew, my boy, you aren't as stupid as you look.'
'Thank you, your highness!' said Mat eagerly, as it was the nicest compliment he had ever recieved from anyone.
'No, I take it back. Your eagerness disturbs me... I suppose you can't really help being an idiot.' said Cad.
'My most humble agreements, your highenss.' mumbled Mat, turning red in the face, as Nestor came in spot on to see him out.
==CHAPTER VI - What I saw==
Coming soon!
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