Daniel Moore is captured and wakes up in a mysterious temple, in a comfy room. A man named John leads him into a grand throne room, and atop the throne sits an old man. They lead him down a secret passageway, where he finds his world's darkest secrets.

Daniel walked through a pair of automatic sliding doors, looking to find another copy of his favorite comic book. He smiled as he spotted the latest issue of the Batman on a shelf. As he reached for it, though, a hand grabbed his wrist. Surprised, he recoiled and tried to snatch his hand back from the shelf, only to find that it wouldn’t budge.
“Don’t even try it,” a voice warned him from behind his back.
Daniel’s blood ran cold, his face pale, his whole body frozen in fear. The sound of the bustling crowd within the comic book store was drowned out by deafening silence.
Several horrible possibilities flashed through his head.
Is someone here to capture me? Kill me? Take me for ransom? All three? Are the like the Joker? Are they insane? Or do they just want money?
Several years of reading comic books had taken its toll, and as Daniel’s imagination ran wild, he seemed frozen in time, his brain thinking at speeds much faster than his body could possibly react.
“Sleep tight.”
He felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck, and then everything went black.
Daniel woke up on a comfy, twin sized bed, trying to gain some bearing on his location. The room was simple. A dark brown wooden side table with 2 drawers stood to his right, a lamp placed on top. His bed lied in the corner, and opposite to his wall were two sliding doors; most likely the closet, though what clothes would be in a place like this, Daniel didn’t know.
The door creaked as it opened, and a blonde haired young man, in his mid-twenties, strode in. He wore a black coat with a high collar, and fingerless gloves covered his hand. He was young, but had a certain hardness to his gaze, and wore a permanent scowl. A shiny black pistol hung on his belt. Daniel gulped.
“Well? You’re not gonna lie there all day are you? Get up!” He growled, causing Daniel to jump.
Simultaneously terrified and confused, the 20-year old nerd crawled out of the bed, and hesitantly walked toward the strange man who was hardly older than him, yet could still frighten him out of his wits.
Without saying a word, the man curtly turned on end and turned into a wide, long, hallway composed of polished limestone. Rows of doors lined the walls, which Daniel assumed were other rooms.
“Where are we going?” Daniel asked tentatively, afraid that the square-jawed man would pull out his pistol and shoot him if he spoke out of turn.
Annoyed, the man turned toward Daniel, and said, “Don’t you want to know why you’re here? God knows I do. From the look of you, I doubt you belong within an a hundred mile radius of this place. Soft people like you belong on a couch sucking milk from a baby bottle.”
Had he been in any other situation, Daniel would have bit back with a witty remark, like, “What? Is this area a grumpy, rude, PMSing guys in their mid twenties only zone?” Or something to that effect. But being that he still had no idea where he was, and was still afraid that the man might shoot him at any second, Daniel wisely decided to keep his mouth shut.
“By the way, the name’s John,” John informed him.
Well, that was awkward. The sudden shift from being berated to being introduced to had created a sense of hypocrisy, and a lonesome silence encompassed the two. No sound could be heard except the echos of the soles hitting marble floor.
Unfortunately, that gave Daniel time to think about his situation. He came to the sudden realization that he might never see his parents again. Might be killed. Might be sent to work as a slave. The horror of it all washed over him in an instant, and his body stiffened and his blood ran cold. He wanted to cry. But he didn’t. He didn’t because the worst thing a captive could do was show weakness. It opened your heart to the enemy. It showed that you were easy to break. It showed that they could do whatever they wanted to.
20 year old men don’t cry, he chastised himself.
Soon, they reached the end of the hallway, and John grasped a doorknob and twisted it open. Light blinded Daniel for the first time since he was captured.
The two walked out the door, feeling rays of sunshine warm their bare skin. John directed Daniel into a building next to the large hallway of rooms. The building had the anatomy of a religious temple. An altar of an unknown man stood proudly in the center of an elaborate fountain, water spewing out in all directions into a stone pool. John lead Daniel into a wide room with three hallways, all leading into different directions. They both walked through the hallway until they reached a wide room.
At the opposite wall, a large, regal man sat on a golden throne. He wore the robes of a medieval noble, and although he wore no crown, he definitely fit the image of a king. Old, but sharp. Wise, but also stubborn. His piercing blue eyes surveyed the room and then eventually fell on John and Daniel. He smiled.
Apparently this place has old PMSing guys too.
“Come, child. John, I’m sure you have more important matters to attend to than this.”
It was a dismissal.
“Of course,” John replied respectfully.
John took a deep bow, and backed away into the hallway in which they had entered. As his footsteps faded away, the man spoke.
“I believe we have not been introduced, Daniel Moore. I am Solomon; The High Councilor of the Great and Noble House of Kings,” He boomed.
What an arrogant guy.
“I am sure you are wondering why you are here. If you would come with me.”
The man stood and turned. He bent down and lifted his golden throne. A dark passageway opened underneath it. A chill ran down Daniel’s spine.
“In case that’s what you’re thinking, there are no giant monster or Gobbledork that will tear your flesh from your bones. It is a holy place. There, I will show you the truth,” The man said, seemingly annoyed that Daniel would even think something of the sort.
Embarrassed, Daniel followed the the High Councilor into the dark passageway and down a long flight of stairs. To his own surprise, there were no torches or fres that lighted the way. The whole tunnel was very modern. The walls were painted white, and the tunnel was lighted with lamps hanging on the ceiling.
“Here,” Solomon boomed.
It seemed everything he said had to be a boom, or a roar, or at least very loud.
As they reached the end of the staircase, the light dimmed, An inscription was carved into the wall.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.”
“Here, you shall be baptised. Here, you shall be cleansed of your sins. Here, you will find God. Step into the holy bath.”
Although unsure, Daniel still didn’t want to be shot in the head. He slowly stepped into the clear liquid. It was deeper than he thought.
“Soak your whole body in it.”
Daniel gradually submerged his whole body, head to toe, into the mysterious fluid. There was something strange though. His arms. He couldn’t feel them. He felt weightless. Daniel studied his arms. The skin was peeling. He should have felt horrified, should have tore out of the bath, screaming. But he didn’t. He felt peaceful. Serene. He was about to find God. His limbs started dissolving. Then his body. Soon, all was gone but his face, and then that dissolved too, still smiling.