16th May, 2012:

The Low Beam continued its painful crawl through the dry, twisted and lifeless trees. It shone a vile red beam through the darkness, from its one working lamp. It looked like a glowing red boil and pulsed its sick illumination. The original mind of the machine had long since gone mad, overwritten with murderous code, from its new Master. Battle M's virus had struck it's most recent blow and struck deep too. An inaudible electronic scream of zeros ran in fits and starts through it. In between these agonising death throes, it heeded the call of the Master and tracked the frequencies beneath the ground to find him. The deep grooves of Erebus soothed it somewhat and from these vibrations it calculated it's path to the centre. It was also capable of logically predicting ahead from these guidelines too. It allowed itself to see right to the edge and took itself momentarily offline with a almighty thump of unexpected ones. The last song. The Afterwards. The fleeting glimpse of a world after the end. After track 12 is all played out.

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7th May 2012:

The Warlock held the severed head of Cooke Q in one hand, as he walked the circumference of the stone plateau. Warm blood dripped through his fingers onto the cold ground. It ran into the deep cuts that seemed to encircle the great stone circle. A shallow depth beneath the surface seeds were waking up, all along the scarlet trail that the Warlock had left behind. The Warlock knew that it would take several weeks before those seeds germinated and several more before the asphodels would bloom. He was a cruel man, but he was patient. The business of magic involved a lot of patience. The careful and meticulous planning had paid off. Cooke Q had come here to be sacrificed, as planned. Now there was the small matter of taking care of the shades and that sentinel, if it should show. The tower in the distance was coming down, one way or another and even it it took another thousand years. The Warlock smiled to himself. He knew it would not take that long now. There were only another few months left and tomorrow he would move onto the next step and burn his trail. The flowers will surely bloom then.

25th April 2012:

Logan and DJ AB were being extra cautious now, as the ground beneath was getting less solid as they came nearer the centre. Logan was not smiling much any more. The trees had thinned rapidly a little while back but the bare land beyond seemed only darker yet. DJ AB was not sure how much longer he could stand the horror of it all. The forest had been a grim and lonely place, but much preferable than where they were now. He felt exposed and anxious, even with Logan's reassuring company. Logan too looked visibly tense.

"Logan, this place feels..."

"Shhh. We must be as silent as we can. If the shades hear us, then..well it will be very, very bad for us. Trust me. Keep moving and follow me."

DJ AB really had no other option, so he followed the adventurer onwards.

The desolate ground beneath was jet black and deep grooves were visible in places. It was sticky too in some patches, as if it had melted. Soon though this change in the lay of the land gave way to a more breath taking sight. They had reached the middle of Erebus. The ground had turned to stone and far, far into the distance they could finally see the inverted tower. It was chalk white.

Logan was transfixed by the sight. His mouth was open, revealing more of those silver teeth.

"And that is as near as you will ever get, Logan."

Logan and DJ AB whirled round in suprise, at the unexpected voice. A figure in bright scarlet robes was before them. He appeared to be holding a large oblong shield in one hand. It was completely black, almost impossibly so. It hurt DJ AB's eyes to even look at the thing, so he turned his gaze to the face of the man.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

Logan sounded fearful of this figure.

"I don't want you. You shouldn't be here at all. No, no, no. Rim a Rim! Heeheehee!"

Before DJ AB could speak, the figure flicked the shield around and revealed a bright shiny side to Logan. Logan cried out as he was sucked into the mirror, within the blink of an eye.

"I've been waiting for you."

DJ AB could not speak. The shock of Logan's unexpected exit had not quite dissipated yet. He was staring at the warlock's mirror, fascinated and gripped too by a terrible paralysing dread.

"In Erebus, they say, you'll never leave us. Quite frankly, little lamb, I plan to be the first to do just that and you can help me with that."

"I...I..don't know anything."

"Ah, 'tis not important. I am not interested in your mind, Cooke Q or whatev