Frank- that was what the man in the cell called him, the man that he was helping to escape. His name was not Frank, but he knew that Frank was the term that summoned him. Why he was summoned was an altogether different matter. The man in the cell had beckoned to him in the darkest hour of the night. The man was not aware that his conjuring had in fact been heard by the dark forces he had been trying so frantically to entice into doing his bidding.
The bird known as Frank was not really a bird at all. This was simply the form he took as a means of efficiency and a cloak to guise his demonic form. The man named Nathaniel sought the dark spirits to avail him, and his request was heard and answered. Now, the man was free, and it was now his turn to do the bidding of the dark ones. This was the opportunity the forces of the abyss had been patiently waiting for. The chance to gain complete control over the evil, weak masses, and make Hell on Earth a reality.
With the assistance of the maleficent Nathaniel, and hordes of other dismal denizens of Earth, Darkness would finally rule on Earth as it did in Hell. When that apocalyptic day came, all of the various forms of torture, suffering, and torment would be unleashed upon the unfortunate masses, and the world as they have always known it will be forever transformed into a swirling mass of pain and destruction.” The day has finally arrived,” said the Prince of Darkness, sneering menacingly. His blood red eyes glowed with unabashed delight at the thought of all the immense pain and horror to come. "This feels terribly glorious", he said as he turned to begin the end of humanity.
