Another Foe Returns..

A deep purple and blood wine robed figure kneeled infront of a rock.. Its' head was bowed, as it gazed at an object upon a stoney surface.

"Fools."

Although it was but a single word, it dripped with pure hatred, utter malice.

"They thought I had died, dissapeared, faded away.."

The person shifted, taking the object from off of it's place, fixing it upon his face he turned- Eyes that blazed with a ferocious crimson peered through the steel mask that he had worn so often..

"It is time for them to taste fear once again."