The sphynx cat. Its hairless body glimmers in the pale moonlight. A closer observation shows that the skin is in fact translucent, and is a portal to another heavenly dimension. In this new-found dimension, thoughts of sweet sphynx cats with eternal ears and smooth skin are implanted in the brains of visitors. One adores this paradise and would sacrifice his/her well-being for a simple, so simple, taste of the fantastical realm so mercifully bestowed. A step out of the realm is taken, and cruel realities of Earth ensue. Roving gangs of tattooed sphynx cats wander with weapons in hands. They hunt for a victim, walking in the glow of streetlights. Their minds are possessed by a savage entity. The cats sink low to the ground. They are absorbed in a way, noiselessly swallowed by grit and borne into a simpler world below the metropolitan streets of bleak and dismal souls. Sinking lower and lower, to a gory underworld, their souls are somewhat stolen. Stone pillars adorn the halls and spirits congregate here with chants and curses. Daggers of rock pierce the air in a way not soon forgotten. The arsenic-laden air ensures a life-long stay in this broken passage between worlds. All is silent. A distant sound of water is heard. It is the source of sweet relief, yet the sour realization of a deathly presence. The entity appears. An extremely powerful being which is able to possess all creatures and control even the strongest of minds and wits. It has taken the form of a warlord of long ago, draped in a cape as dark as night. The face is slashed with wounds, and scarred by the sands of time. The warlord's eyes are clouded in a haze of the non-existent sun. A reddish tint prevails, with pupils greying as years pass. He wears a mahogany coat, stained with the blood of enemies as well as an early form of dye. He steps forward. The sole sound is of an echoing footstep with a cold tone. His expression changes from solemn yet determined to a wicked and twisted smile. He spoke. "A sacrifice shall be made" The cats, minds controlled by this entity as well, responded chillingly. "A being shall be murdered." He spoke again. "Burned on a red-hot stake above a flaming pit". The cats responded. "The sacrifice shall be sealed." With that, the cards had been chosen. A sacrifice shall ensue. The cats pounced, their iron claws scratching the smooth stone of the underworld. Presumably, to find the fortunate being for sacrificial matters. As the felines left, the warlord/dark entity turned to his advisor. In a tone soothing as liquid fire, he spoke. "Let our reign begin."
This was a commission. And only one point! The request was "To write a story", so I wrote about a random underworld involving sphynx cats and a warlord.