Savior of Dusk
-The Solberg Estate-For the past few days, the Solberg Estate had been remarkably quiet. Ever since Julius, the eldest son of the Solbergs, received a letter from his parents, he had shut himself inside his laboratory and had refused to come out. Today marked day three of the mans outburst, and still there was nothing. The sun began to rise lazily over the horizon as the sky called for an overcast day, typical enough for London. The majority of the staff was waking up, preparing themselves for the day; the cooks started on breakfast, the maids and butlers scurried around making sure everything was neat and tidy, and the gardeners began the daily routine of keeping the estate land in check.
And yet, there was something missing; no sing song voice of a dramatic fellow announcing his return to the waking world, no one tripping and falling down the Grand Staircase for the third time that morning...it was missing Julius. The fool even refused to see his siblings, merely passing along the letter he received to them via...well, the letter springing legs and walking to them. The letter detailed that Raymond and Maria Solberg, otherwise known as Mom and Dad, would be going away to America for a few years time; in their absence, Julius was to take over as the new Lord of the Estate as well as become the head of Solberg Curatives. And at this revelation, Julius promptly dropped the letter, fled to the lab, locked the door, and...didnt come out.
The siblings would all take this news in their own way, but with their eldest brother now sealed away in his laboratory, there really wasnt much they could do to help him. Not until he came out. Which brings us to the now...
A rumbling could be felt through the entire household this morning, growing louder by the second. It certainly wasnt part of the morning ritual, that much was true, but the rumbling grew more and more violent as the seconds ticked by, knocking paintings off the wall, shaking chandeliers and windows, until finally- a large explosion could be heard from the library.
The library was a big enough place; large enough to hold the thousands of tomes the Solbergs had collected over generations. But one such shelf, a small brown one near the back, had been blown off its hinges. This, funnily enough, was the secret entrance to Julius' laboratory, and an odd, greenish gas was leaking from the hole that was made. A figure appeared in the fog, and slowly stepped out into the library. It was Julius, his silver hair disheveled, his coat on backwards, and a vial of green ooze in his hand. He held it up to the heavens with a crazy cackle.
"IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE!" He cried, turning into a fit of laughter that abruptly stopped as he examined the vial once more. "Uh.....I think? Hellooooo?" He said out loud, tapping the vial. The ooze inside moved of it's own accord, and Julius' eyes widened with joy as he practically jumped up and down. "It is! Its alive! ALIVE! Hahahaha! It finally worked! My ticket out of this mess, in the convenience of a tube you can put in your pocket!" He cried with glee, dancing around the destroyed bookshelf.