Nyarlathotep looked down at Lady morgan, at the horror of his actions, of the fact her heart still beat in his bloody hands. and at the relization that she had been just used to bring about a cayticlysm. "soon my dear, the forces will be emplaced. but for now, this tool you so gratefully brought into this world for me will searve nicely to break the seal." he smirked as a shadow of a HUGE wing swept over them, sheilding them from the sun for several seconds. "But I will take care of those undead for you, my dear, for tormenting the soulless is no fun at all..."