Shane steps out of the cab.

Shane steps out of the cab. He looks as the large building infront of him. It's look similar to a church. It's made of white granite. The stairs have been precisley chiseled out of a single, gigantic, block of stone. They lead up to a set of 2 story oak doors. Steel knockers, on the doors, convey they age of the building. Menacing gargoyles line the stone steps. These statues, alone, ward away many people from ascending the stairs. There are many stories about what happens behind the closed doors. Many people wonder, few are willing to find out.

As Shane stands on the sidewalk in front of the building the cabbie begins speaking. Shane ignores him. For a few seconds the cabbie mumbles on in his hindu language, then all of a sudden he starts shouting. It's as if he's warning Shane of something. A split second later the cabbie floors the accelerator and peels away from the curb, leaving Shane alone in front of the building.

Shane: Evil is a phenominal thing. It compels some people to vicious extremes and tragic ends. To others it is their glory, it's what gives them purpose. In the CWF alone I can think of several people who have flourished in the face of evil. Azazel, Sephiroth and Diablo. I've pointed out what Azazel's name represented, on more than one occasion. It's no secret that Sephiroth WAS a devil worshipper. He didn't care who knew. Diablo is the completion of that Triad. The number 3 has a significant meaning to evil, but that's not what I'm interested in. Diablo, is what I'm interested in. Though I'm sure he doesn't sacrifice virgins and drink sheeps blood, he still bears the name Devil.

Shane takes several steps up the stone stairs. Pebbles crunch beneath his Adidas basketball shoes. Watchful gargoyles stare on at this man who's dressed in grey cargo shorts and a silver/blue club shirt. Over his eyes rest a a pair of CK sunglasses. Around his neck hangs a pair of earphones. They are connected to a discman that is hidden in one of his short's pockets.

Shane ascends the stairs under the glare of the gargoyles. He reaches the oak doors. As he reaches for one of the steel handles he notices a bronze plaque bolted to the wall, just to the left of the door. He carefull read's it.

"Founded 1779. We all owe Old Harry something."

These words sit uneasy with Shane. He quickly returns his attention to the door. To his amazement the door opens with realtive ease. He pushes it open and steps inside. The first thing that comes to him is a distinct smell. Smoke. There is a fire somewhere near. After taking several steps inside the church Shane stops. He takes a look around but can make out little in the darkness. In front of his is an archway. It leads to, what can only be assumed as, the main hall. Shane moves toward the archway. Suddenly, above his head, there is a bright flash. He looks up at the archway. Where there was originally nothing there are now burning letters.

A cold shiver runs down the back of Shane's spine. This place suddenly seems to be out of step with reality, it almost has unearthly qualities. As Shane stands under the archway staring up at it he begins to hear noises, some sort of chanting. It sounds as if it's coming from the main hall. Shane pulls his gaze from the burning 'welcome'. He steps through the archway and into the main hall.

Pillars are the most prominent thing in the main hall. The huge stone pillars surround the circular room. Carved in the middle of each of the pillars is an inverted pentegram. Along the walls of the hall hang many tapestries. All have a connection to the devil. At the furthest end of the hall is an altar, it's constructed much like one you would see in a regular church. It's the dressings that make it different. It draped in red silk cloths. On the altar sits a small stand. In the stand is a selection of knives, each with a demonic head carved into it's handle.

Shane stares in awe at the set up of the room. It's unlike anything he's ever seen before. As he scans the room he notices that there a group of robed men in the middle, between the ring of pillars. All are occupied with some sort of ritual. They chant in an archaic language, it's a tongue that only a select few people on earth know.

Shane quietly sneaks around the outside of the pillars. He's trying to get a better view of what these robed figures are doing. He circles so far around that he reaches the red alter. Still he isn't able to see what the men are doing. He decides that he may be able to get a better view from the opposite side of the room. He begins moving past the alter toward the other half of the circle of pillars. Just as he passes the altar something catches his attention. It's an electric pipe organ. Shane's eyes light up and a smile creeps across his face. Without sparing a second his eyes dart to the roof of the hall. Just as he thought, there are a number of speakers mounted to the upper ends of the pillars. He turns back to the organ. Next to the orang there is a small cabinet. Shane pulls open the cabinet. Inside is an amp.

In the center of the circle of pillars the men are still chanting in their ancient language. None of them are aware of Shane's presence.

Reaching into his pocket Shane pulls out his discman. Wasting no time he spins the amp around and unplugs the organ from the Auxiliary line. He then wires his discman into the amp, in place of the organ.

Still the men chant. They are oblivious to what is about to happen to them.

Shane pops open his discman. He reaches into another one of his pockets and pulls out a small book of CD's. He flips through them looking for the perfect one. AC/DC, no they'd like that. Metallica, nope. D12, Kid Rock, GNR, Rolling Stones, no they won't work. That's when Shane finds what he's looking for. Joe Walsh. He pulls the CD out of it's sleeve, drops it in the discman and hits play. Around the hall the speakers are filled with the sounds of the rock icon.

Life's Been Good by Joe Walsh

I have a mansion, forget the price
Ain't never been there, they tell me it's nice
I live in hotels, tear out the walls
I have accountants pay for it all

They say I'm crazy but I have a good time
I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime
Life's been good to me so far

My Maserati does one-eighty-five
I lost my license, now I don't drive
I have a limo, ride in the back
I lock the doors in case I'm attacked

I make hit records, my fans they can't wait
They write me letters, tell me I'm great
So I got me an office, gold records on the wall
Just leave a message, maybe I'll call

Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through
(Everybody say “I'm cool”......”He's cool”)
I can't complain but sometimes I still do
Life's been good to me so far

I go to parties, sometimes until four
It's hard to leave when you can't find the door
It's tough to handle this fortune and fame
Everybody's so different, I haven't changed

They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time
(Everybody say “Oh, yeah”..... “Oh, yeah”)
I keep on goin’ guess I'll never know why
Life's been good to me so far

Yeah, yeah, yeah

The chanting of the worshippers is quickly drowned out by the lyrics of Walsh's music. With their ceremony interrupted the worshippers now know that there is someone else in the hall with them. All of them scatter in different dirrections, intent on finding the persons that's infiltrated their ranks. As soon as Shane's sure that the worshippers are a sufficient distance away he sneaks into the center of the pillar ring to see what they were chanting about. He steps into the middle of the circle and looks down. He sees a large dinner plate with a glazed ham and a pile of potatoes piled on it.

Shane: What the hell is this? This isn't anything evil, demonic or scary.

Seconds later the cloaked worshippers return, empty handed, from their search. They returned sooner that Shane thought, he's now trapped in the middle of the circle. His only option is to face down the devil worshippers.