Writer's Block

The Dread Lord Aldernak leaned slightly forward on his throne and glared balefully down at the snivelling servant.

"Is that it?! Just 5000?!"
"Er...yes, Your Unspeakableness."
"Over 10 months of work, and only a measly 5000 souls trapped?"
"But...Your Horribleness...we weren't expecting anywhere near that many."
"I remember different."
"Look, it's all written down in the project objectives, see here on pa-"

There was a sudden blur, then a loud burp. Aldernak grinned evilly at the remaining servants, who shrank back and tried not to meet his eye.

"You! You'll do."

A huge arm shot out and grabbed one of them, lifting the terrified creature up to face height.

"I'm sure you're thrilled at this opportunity to serve your master."
"Y-y-y-y-y-yes, Your Balefulness."
"I want MORE souls, many more."
"Of course, Your Wickedness."
"So...."
"Er...more traps, Your Vileness. Better traps, with better bait. And...and...we'll bring people to them as well!"
"Acceptable...for now. I think a million souls is an appropriate new target, don't you?"

The servant's eyes grew wide.

"Er...er...by when, Your Maleficence?"
"Shall we say six months?"

Huge, blood-red eyes bored into those of the servant.

"Eek! Er...I mean, yes, Your Foulness."
"Now go!"

He released his grip. The new project coordinator fell awkwardly to the ground, scrambled to his feet and dashed off to do his master's bidding. Aldernak watched him leave, smiling maliciously. It wouldn't be long now...


this is my little way of saying : 5000 visitors at last!