The man stood within the shadows, stagnant in nature as he looked straight at the two men in the center of the room. His twin sons stood clad in their suits--One that had a large 'X' on the side of his face, the other with a gargantuan 'Y' enscribed on the chest plate. The man in the shadows chuckled a bit, "look after your mother," he said softly over the sounds of weeping in the next room over, "she can be very...emotional, when I go away for too long without her."

The twin boys nodded before turning away, marching in the opposite direction. He had heard of the battle going on, and knew that he had to join. To be God, he had to defeat the Lucifers. A magnificent plan that would soon come to fruition--Stomping the heads of his enemies had become a great pass time. The man stood there for a few more moments before suddenly dematerializing, becoming one with the shadows.

****

He came during the flash of light. The split second that would blind his opponents and grant him larger shadows to pick from when the objects emitted long shadows in response to the flashing light befalling them. When he appeared, he was sure to make his presence known to the unfortunate, temporarily blind. 
[i]
He's got the whooooole world...in his hands. [/i]

When he sang, it was melodic, yet slowed and malevolent. His voice carried across the waste of the desert, putting up the facade that he was whispering in the ears of his opponent. His lullaby was beautiful, albeit terrifying.

[i]He's got the whole wide world...in his hands

He's got the whole world in his hands...[/i]

He stood next to the man of light and the other simply known as Gun. A red coat hung over his shoulders, brought together by golden buckles. Beside his waist sat a sword, sheathed and unseen. At his legs swirled the shadows he had gathered, acting like a mini tornado that kicked up the occasional sand. 

His face was partially covered by his shoulder length black hair, however it neglected to cover his greatest features. Eyes of pure black stared into the souls of the other two opposite of himself, his lips curved into a knowing grin. The elongated scar that ran from beside his right eye all the way to the jawline was what people remembered most about the Nightshade King, second only to the shadows surrounding his frame.

He chuckled lightly, clenching his fists. His whisper once more carried over to his enemies, although this time his words were seeping with venom, "I'm here"