The sun setting over the mountain top town of Prescott, Arizona is a breath taking view that gives a person the chance to see real beauty in a world that is quickly falling to evil and greed. The way the sun falls behind the mountains and gives its last rays of light to the town, showing a orangish sky, gives you the feel that peace can truely be found in this town that is the total opposite of towns south of here that go more with a Spanish/Indian landscaping.

Normally DM would be sitting out back on his patio sipping a nice glass of wine and watching the sun fade into a blanket of darkess and bright stars, but this beauty has been shattered by an evil awakening that should have been kept locked deep inside the deepest bowels of darkness for all eternity...but now for some reason it is loose once more and its primary goal is to seek and destroy Jory Johnson.

Instead of sitting on his patio, DM is standing infront of his fireplace located in the sitting room of his Victorian mansion tucked away in the outskirts of Prescott listening to his friends and trusted companions Zedd & Michael discuss with him the implications of Durius's awakening. Some time ago, before DM had even heard of HCW and was still affilicated with the UEF, DM was caught up in a life or death struggle against a Daemonlord named Durius who was sent to Earth, for what he believed, to be the final battle between Heaven and Hell. Though this was true on some levels, Hell had other reasons to send him as well. Because DM is the most powerful necroscope since the days when they were first created, Hell was hoping to reharness that energy and use it for their purposes...either that or destory DM, but it didn't pan out as they had hoped because Durius, fearing to be casted out of Hell for being unable to subdue DM, disobeyed orders and attacked DM head on in a battle that seemed to last for days but only a few short moments.

Its all really a haze for DM at this point, as its still a fresh topic for him and hes yet to full recover from that battle, but he does know he came out ontop and Durius was to be never heard from again. Seeing his friends sitting before him with eyes that tell him everything..he knew that it still wasn't over.

It was the Daemonlords of Hell that created the first Necroscopes in their battle against Heaven. They infused normal everyday human beings with the gift to manipulate the thread of death to their will and use it against whom they pleased. Fearing a corruption in the system, God was forced to create Pergatory, a place of judgement, so that necroscopes would not be able to control the spirits of the dead and make them slaves when they should be able to rest in peace. With this many necroscopes lost much of their power and through years of evolution eventually became what are known today as "psychics" or "mediums", people who are only merely able to see or communicate with the dead.

But Hell lucked out with the birth of Jory Johnson, somehow this born necroscope broke through the barriers and is able to call upon the spirits of the dead and even use the power of the spirit world to use as he wishes..only problem is DM and Hell aren't exactly friends and because DM fights against them and not with them, they are unable to use the full abilities of a necroscope to deal a final blow to the Gates of Heaven.

DM figured since he has put away the last three Daemonlords they have sent after him that they would give up and find another way to battle Heaven, but once again DM is being forced into a battle he was born to fight, but would rather not. Zedd, who was acually the first Daemonlord sent to Earth to face DM, was acually supposed to possess his body then combine his powers with Jory to create the ultimate paranormal weapon against Heaven, but DM caught onto the plan before Zedd could unleash it and sent Zedd to Hell where he became jealous of the fact that Hell was going to send someone else to take care of DM and not him, this sent Zedd over the edge and he came back to Earth after renouncing the Hell Gates and helped DM take out the second Daemonlord named Earl Beardie, who was a power vampire who gave his soul to Satan in a game of poker at his castle in Edinbourgh, Scotland.

Durius was Earl's replacement and though he came closer then the previous two in killing DM, he still failed and failure in the service of Hell meant severe concequences, but Durius escaped their clutches and in a last minute attempt to kill DM, took what was left of his army and tried to kill DM at his cabin lodge up on Mt. Spokane. How he has been able to dodge the bullet thus far has been a mystery to him, but he can't keep living his life looking over his shoulder anymore, he was tired of always having to keep some kind of weapon on his body for fear of an attack...the anger was starting to rise once more.

Michael's role in all of this was that he was the very first Necroscope created over 2,000 years ago. Because he was the first created he gained the most powerful aspects of the gift and sadly for him that also meant having such a strong connection to death that he could never die of old age..he would stay young forever.

He was a troubled soul who has never been able to live with the guilt of killing innocent people for Hell, but DM has sparked a flame deep within this warrior that has brought him back to the battlefield once more in hopes that he can rid himself of the same problems DM faces and finally get the peace and rest he deserves.

Wearing a white robe with long slicked back snow white hair and water blue eyes, Zedd looked almost identical to DM because of his connection to DM through the possession. He has lost much of the physical form of being a demon due to being away from Hell for so long and taking in the light once again, but he still had the great power lurking within him that if unleashed could make the tallest mountains tremble with fear. The most notable thing about Zedd is the seemingly endless wisdom etched into his eyes that made him look so smart you would be afraid of even asking him the simplest questions without feeling dumb for asking it.

Michael on the other hand looked to be in his early 30's with brown curly hair that went to his massively built shoulders. His build was like that of someone of HHH's stature with all of the fighting he has done over the years, but looking at him you'd think he would acually be a gentle soul who would have no idea how to wield any kind of weapon. DM had to give Michael some up to date clothing to wear for him to be able to fit in anywhere, his chosen exile from the modern world kept him unknowing of the changing landscape around him and he still bore the same old robes he had worn when first made 2,000 years ago...that wasn't going to fit here at all and so DM leant him some jeans and shirts to wear which brought out more of his physic..almost made DM feel small in comparison.

Not paying much to Fick Fickalos and his HCW cameraman standing behind Zedd & Michael, DM paced before Zedd & Michael going over everything that has been happening to him. With Durius loose he would obviously have to chase after him, but DM also had one other thing he had to do that he thought he perhaps would acually have some time to do..and thats reconnect with a long lost relative.

One main reason DM joined HCW was to try and reconnect with his cousin Genesis, the current HCW World Heavyweight Champion. They were seperated from eachother when their grandmother died and every now and then he has caught himself missing the high spirited cousin of his that brought a smile to his face in their early childhood. When he foudn out that his cousin was of all things, a wrestler, he jumped on the chance to join his federation...HCW, the steps have been taken to get in contact with him and now its only a matter of time before they can catch up on things and become close again...but with Durius loose....

Zedd: Jory, you've been quiet ever since we came in here to talk, what are you thinking.

Zedd's powerful voice snapped DM out of his thoughts and suddenly realized that though he was aware of everyone's presence, he was so deep in thought that he wasn't answering the questions they were posing to him.

ShadowDM: Sorry Zedd, just a lot to take in.

Michael: We understand Jory, it was no easy time getting rid of Durius the first time, but a second time?

Zedd: Lets be thankful that he will not have the backing of Hell in this situation, they have no use of traitors.

ShadowDM: Thats funny, you'd think Hell would be full of them.

Zedd: It is, but only to be punished eternally for their sins.

Fick Fickalos: I'm sorry to interupt...

Zedd, Michael, and DM all turned their gazes over to Fickalos who was leaning up against a wall staring at the three gaints with a look of fasination and fear all over his face.

Jory: Please Fickalos..."enlighten" us.

Fick Fickalos: I'm sorry DM I just....in all the time I've been covering you I never knew that you lead this kind of life.

ShadowDM: You'd be surprised Fickalos, half the old UEF roster has their chips in on this.

Fick Fickalos: WHAT!?! Who?!

Zedd: I do believe you know Kerri White yes?

Fick Fickalos: Well shit old man, who doesn't?

Zedd let that comment roll off his shoulders, unless needed Zedd wasn't a very violent man.

Zedd: She has been aiding DM in this war almost from day one.

Fickalos's chin dropped to the floor when he heard Zedd speak. Kerri White was a female wrestler for UEF who will forever go down in history books as the first ever female UEF Ultimate Champion. She had a very successful career with UEF, also becoming the first ever female International & Tag Team Champion and marrying the greatest UEF International Champion of all time "The Assassin" Ryan White...but there was a dark side to her just like DM, she too was a necroscope..forever bonded to Zedd & DM through this and also from being possessed by Zedd.

Fick Fickalos: How could I...not...know?

ShadowDM: Perhaps your not as great as you think you are Fickalos.

Michael: Now Jory...

Fick Fickalos: Bullshit DM, I followed you and Kerri and everyone else around like a rabid fucking wolf and I never once ever saw this kind of shit! How did you keep this from my ever wandering eye!?

DM sighed to himself and tried not to laugh at Fickalos's sudden outburst, it looked almost looked like a chipmonk having a bad day.

ShadowDM: We have our ways Fickalos, but if you EVER leak this to the press or anyone else, I know a few werewolves and vampires who would love to have you as a meal.

Fick Fickalos: Werewolves?.....Vampires?....Heh...no need to fear DM, I got your back.

Looking as white as a ghost, Fickalos scooted a few inches closer to his cameraman for some comfort and turned his head down away from their looks. Feeling comfortable that he wasn't going to speak again, Zedd & Michael turned back to DM.

Michael: So, what shall we do?

ShadowDM: This is some real crappy timing guys, I have things I need to take care of and I dont need this bloodthirsty beast terrorizing me anymore.

Zedd: Oh? You never filled us in on these plans.

ShadowDM: Well, with Durius out of my life I felt my schedual was largely freed up enough to go and join another wrestling federation.

Zedd looked to Michael who shrugged his shoulders then turned back to Jory and took a few steps toward him.

Zedd: Jory, you've been born to battle..wasting your time in a wrestling ring is not something you should be doing.

ShadowDM: You had no problem with me being in UEF Zedd, as a matter of fact..if I recall, you even tried helping me win the UEF Ultimate Title?

Zedd: That was a different time under different circumstances. UEF has been shut down and closed forever, you need to focus now on what your true calling is..being a necroscope.

ShadowDM: I never asked for this cursed gift Zedd, if I want to fucking wrestle then I will, If Durius wants to come and get some of me then hes more then welcome to...but I wont have him or anything else keep me out of the ring.

Michael:...I think this is more then just wrestling Jory.

DM turned to Michael and looked at his eyes and saw him searching his soul for answers. It was difficult to conceal any kind of secrets from Michael or Zedd..they just were too smart to pull anything by them.

ShadowDM: Listen, I have family in this federation that I'd like to reconnect with...thats all.

Michael: Very dangerous family...

ShadowDM: So? In many ways were alike...killing seems to be our buisness.

Zedd: I dont want this to distract you from the facts Jory, Durius is upon us once more and perhaps more powerful then ever before.

DM turned his back to his friends and walked over to the fireplace where his trusty sword laid gently up against it waiting for action. DM kicks it into the air and catches it mid-twirl, then latches it to his left said with his baldric and turns back to Zedd & Michael.

ShadowDM: Have I ever let you down before Zedd?

A ghost of a smile appeared on Zedd's lips then faded just as quickly as it appeared.

Zedd: No Jory, you have not.

Jory: Then trust me when I say we will settle this once and for all, but I'm still going to make contact with my cousin one way or the other.

Michael: I feel for you Jory, family is the most important thing a person can have....

Michael has been without his family or friends for 2,000 years and has let it eat him alive over the ages. DM felt bad for the guy, not being able to have any family..but he knew Michael would find a way to bring some kind of joy to his life.

Jory: Thank you Michael.

Zedd: So, any plans on how were going to start our newest journey?

Jory: Yup, with a phone call.

DM flips out his cell phone from his pocket and dials a number quickly into it and waits for the person on the other end to pick up. After a couple of rings the other end answers and DM speaks.

ShadowDM: Long time no chat brother, got a minute to spare for family?