Where Angels Fear To Tread, Seth's Lair

The waning moon rose high above the night sky shining its cold, dark and evil light upon the barren desert ground casting all in everlasting shadow. Directly underneath lay the rubble of a once grand mansion, a huge temple to the gods, and a respected business overlord's palace...that was now ashes. Next to it lay A huge cyclopean stone circle with many strange runes, that even the most accomplished student of the Occult would be hard pressed to determine that origin and purpose of, carved upon them. The huge stones stained a light red from decades of blood shed over them, if one still sat and meditated on this spot...one might be able to hear the victim's final scream...hear the chanting of cultists, and feel the eldritch work of the 'gods'.

It was under these looming moonlit evil stones that one man had built his sanctuary. Under the ashes of his childhood, under the pain caused by his family and his town...lay the present abode of Dr. Nick Garsha, also known as the mutant named Seth. There under the main stone altar lay a carved rune that would only activate for mutants once they used their power...that power would in turn activate the hatch that would drop the person into Seth's living room on a plush leather chair. Sitting directly across from them would be Seth.

It really is quite the feat... Seth mused to himself sipping his vodka on the rocks All this compound....under ground...on the same spot as my horror of a childhood. Underneath the very spot where the city tried to bury the different, the Chosen...is where I lie. Buried...but like the Old Gods...not dead but eternal lie...plotting for my return. For the one day that I lead the glorious Chosen Revolution...where their impotent gods will cringe as I slaughter them one by one for the crimes against the Chosen they have committed. I find the poetic justice excellent. He smiled as he sat back in his plush red leather armchair. He looked around the main room where he sat proud as a father on a son's birthday. Of course no female would embrace his company before...except one...but he blocked out her memory with ease, so since that was the case...he treated this compound as if it were his own sire.

The building of this place was such an archaeological and engineering triumph that it makes me swell with pride everytime I see it. The financial assets I had to dump into this construction was well within the hundreds of millions....but thanks to my business empire...I will soon recoup the losses. He thought as he mixed himself a new drink, this time straight up Scotch. It took all of my term at University to complete this technological terror...but its got a sort of charm that can only be applied to things that share both an arcane and a technological nature. The wards, the protection circles and the symbols alone had to be made from solid steel and inlaid with gold in order for me to get the most bang with them. He loved the feeling that being opulent gave him, it was second to none except that of power.

He stood up from his chair and began to pace along the room. The main room had hard wood floors with a bear skin rug and a fireplace. There was also a large black leather couch, a black leather love seat, and two large red leather chairs arranged in a circle around the large firepit/fireplace. It also had a mini-bar to the side of the room with all sorts of years of alcohol. Separated from the rest of the room by a half wall was the kitchen, it was stocked with food and appliances galore. Hung on the wall, which was painted black, was a huge flat screen HDTV with mounted surround sound speakers in various corners of the room. Seth examined it all So...perfect....so comfortable... He sighed contently as he moved to the second of the three rooms.

The second room was Seth's meditation chamber. He came here to think, meditate, star gaze and contemplate. The room was painted pitch black with various intones of dark purple. There in the center of the room was an indentation in the floor, it was what looked like a giant bowl carved out of the floor. Except this 'bowl' had steps going down into the deep dark abyss, the steps crowned with black lights and four curved spikes jolted up from the edge of the 'bowl' glimmering with red lights that flickered as if they were candles. In the center of the 'bowl' was a small lump of black satin pillows and a small pillar with a black box that pushed out of itself a black sort of haze of incense. Seth smiled as he looked up through his port hole to the stars where he could see clearly the southern sky full of twinkling lights and constellations. Literally he felt connected to the heavens and the abyss here.

Seth quietly stepped out of his Sanctum here and walked to the last of the three rooms in his compound...his room. After ascending the stairs of the bowl, Seth came to a small round dial in the corner of the room. He twisted it right three times, and stopped it on 6, the twisted it left to 6 and finally to the right 6, the other 4 slots of the lock were left as 0's. There was a slight Hissing sound and after about five minutes of waiting Seth finally descended the steps back to the bowl once more. Where the box and pillar had been, now a small elevator stood. It took Seth to the deepest, darkest place in the compound...his room. When the elevator stopped its descent, Seth took five steps into the darkest room in his compound, then clapped twice and several black lights turned on illuminating the room in their tainted light. Seth looked over his room once more, black paint on the walls, black carpet and dark purple sheets on his bed. The black walls were coated in golden infernal, divine, and otherwise recognizable sigils, symbols and seals from various religions and cults. The bed was lavish and large, easily twice a King size, covered in dark purple silk sheets, and surrounded with a black netting. At the head of the bed there was a large golden Ankh painted and carved into the wall. My resting place... Seth sighed as he slumped into his bed, removing his clothes slowly and throwing them to the side of the bed leaving him in nothing but his black satin boxers.

This is the life....and this is the place.... he closed his eyes and finally slept peacefully. He loved it here, here he could be himself with no fears...here he could relax...no one would dare go near this place if they lived in El Paso, and tourists were discouraged by the native populace from going to this place...and even if someone did...it would most likely not be a Chosen....so he slept...confident for once in his saftey.