An ominous aura filled a dark hallway as Morbius walked through, his sickle dripping in bloodlust as he moved slowly and confidently.
Two guards; bearing long, dark horns, stood on both ends of a large crimson door.
"State your business!" The guard on the left spoke in a cracked voice.
"Open the doors or have your head severed into 2000 pieces." Morbius said with a snarl, his voice low but his words were unmistakable.
The blade of the sickle of Pyrus hummed quietly, light from the torch lit room subtly reflecting off of its crimson edges.
The guards looked at each other in surprise, and then looked back at Morbius.
Morbius took a step forward out of the shadows, his grotesque face was slowly revealed by the light.
"And then when I'm done, I'll have you stupid ants for dinner." He added, licking his lips.
"L—Lord M—Morbius… our sincerest apologies, we had no idea it was y—" The one on the right stammered, both their faces were awash with fear now.
