On June fifth, two-thousand four, a cold mist was descending on the town of Reginae Curia, which sat in the shadow of Black Mountain, near Reno, Nevada. Within this walled-in community a stately three-story manor house was bearing witness to an evil that had lain dormant for millennia. Nestled within the second floor of the house was a room lined with mirrors and was host to a malevolent presence. This presence glowed with a sense of victory as it watched the scene unfolding within the summoning circle, controlled by its chosen mortal child. A rift was forming in the veil between the material world and the abyss. Soon the presence would send forth its deviant creations to begin its unholy war. Soon it would find its way back to the material world and it would bathe in the blood of mothers and children. Soon the rift grew large enough and the presence sent forth the first of its brood.
“Go my children! Bring me my sacrifices! Bring the terror that will open the locks on my prison!”