By Jade (Pharaoh Man)
Thunder crackles all around Lazul’s penthouse on top of his skyscraper. Deep in an inner sanctum, Lazul and his cohorts, Rubia and Diam, are preparing for some sort of dark ritual.
Rubia: All seems to be ready. Now, do you mind telling us what this is about?
Lazul: (holds up a small grimoire) A strange man claiming to be a “mysterious priest” showed up at my office earlier today. Though he looked and sounded pleasant and polite enough, he gave off the darkest aura I’d ever sensed. He gave me this book, telling me the incantations to summoning four powerful Mazoku, the demon race.
Diam: Demonic summoning? Is that a good thing for us to be messing around with?
Rubia: He has a point. We don’t even know this priest’s intentions or why he would give you something like that either.
Lazul: I assure you, I’m suspicious myself. He called himself an ally, but I see no harm in going along with him for the time being. The key is that we don’t grow too comfortable or dependant on anything he has to offer. But if he speaks the truth, than his assistance is welcome to our operations.
Lazul stands in front of the magic circle and altar he has prepared, hands outstretched. Mumbling a series of incantations, echoing throughout the room, emphasized by the raging storm outside, he finally reaches the end.
Rise, o’ four winds of the north, south, east, and west.
Four servants of the lunar master, awaken here!
Rubia and Diam gaze in awe as a blazing fiery light swirls in one corner of the magic circle; in other corners gather swirling yellow light, surging blue light, and sickeningly pulsing green light. They bend and distort, until before them stand four humanoid figures; a lich clad in drab robes, a quadruped humanoid wearing what looks like a large turtle shell on his back, a lovely albeit scantily-clad young woman with long blond hair, all appearing to be led by a man with a commanding presence and a flowing red cloak.
Man in Red: Who are you, and why do you summon the Four Fiends of the Elements?
Lazul: You may call me Lazul. Judging by your appearance, you must be Rubicante of Fire, correct?
Rubicante: Indeed. (bows)
Lich: And what is your purpose for bringing us forth?
Lazul: Scarmiglione of Earth, I seek strong individuals to help carry out my organization’s… *ahem* dirty work. I feel that you four would do quite nicely in that field.
Woman: I do hope you plan to compensate us for these services of yours?
Turtle Man: I agree. Now that Lord Zemus is dead, we don’t lend our power to just anyone.
Lazul: If it’s money you desire, Barbariccia of Air, and Cagnazzo of Water, I assure you needn’t worry.
Rubicante: Forgive my compatriots’ sniveling. I for one have no desire of monetary gain. I only wish to battle a strong opponent. Do we at least get that much?
Lazul: I guarantee it.
Scarmiglione: Delightful. I look forward to hearing the screams of the dying.
Barbaracia: You haven’t changed, Milon-sweety.
Scarmiglione: Argh! How many times do I have to tell you I hate that name! Don’t call me that!
Cagnazzo: Easy there. Save it for our new opponents. Who are they anyhow?
Lazul: The cybernetic superheroes under the employ of Dr. Cossack. I’ve had a few run-ins with them before. They should be your biggest worry.
Rubicante: I do hope that you don’t summon us to stop these Cossacks simply because you are too weak to do it yourself? If that’s the case… (he gathers a fireball in one hand)
Lazul: Perish the thought. My business thrives on secrecy, you see. I simply cannot operate openly. That is why I depend on you to perform the tasks I do not wish to draw attention to on myself. Such as thefts and to assassinate my enemies if need be.
Scarmiglione: I like that last part.
Lazul: Excellent. So, do we have a deal, Rubicante?
Rubicante: We do. I look forward to battling these Cossacks you speak of.
End… for now