Meanwhile, in a dark cave, dug up under a mansion of one of many ruined families that were once the most respected nobles of the kingdom, a deep voice was heard.
"Oh, lord of darkness, your loyal servants calls you, come forth as promised through the ancient prophecy you bestowed upon us. Bring your shadows upon this land and let us regain under your absolute rule what was once ours!"
The owner of the voice was wearing a long, black cape hiding most of his body and making it harder to distinguish him from the seven similarly dressed personas that surrounded him in the ritual. In front of the man was a runic circle drawn with blood in accordance of a supposedly long-lost demonic ritual.
At this time all the people present repeatably chanted one name:
"Maou! Maou! Maou!..."
With a spark of darkness - which scientifically speaking was simply a sudden lack of a light in the area - Seven out of eight people in this place fallen on the ground depraved of any life in them.
The last one that simply blacked out for a moment survived only due to the fact that by pure luck - that the others would call a mistake - they remained one step further from the runic circle than the others.
As the black hooded stood up again and looked upon the fragile looking nude body of a person, that slept in the middle of a summoning circle and definitely didn't look like an all powerful demonic king, the word was said.
Word that was to become later recorded in the new black bible as the word that marked the great return of the shadow and the beginning of an end. And it was said right now in a confused voice: