Prologue - Mirror
Dante's Mirror, an ancient and powerful relic of unprecedented power. It had seen and helped orchestrate all plots whether benign or of nefarious origins, runes of history etched into its frame of those past who had used its power whether for good or at this direct moment... Evil. The beautiful mirror was in the hands of none other than Vlad Masters aka Vlad Plasmius, the vicious tycoon had defeated the guardian and now sat on the ruins after trapping her inside. Her last words:
"Your treachery will end you, usurper." His response... He laughed and destroyed the temple. the magic within the mirror swirled till a red and black mask appeared inside its sockets void of all feeling but omniscient knowledge.
"Vladimir Masters..." The deep voice chimed. "I am the spirit of the mirror, Anthon... You seek my guidance with an impossible feat... Global Domination." Vlad grinned evilly at the mirror's intuitiveness. "Several aspects and obstacles stand in your path but one will shall forever remain a bane to your ambitions..." This was not what Vlad wanted to hear but he continued to listen to the wise artifact. "We shall start small and from there... Your power will grow."
Chapter One - Treachery
In the mayoral office of Amity Park, Vlad Masters was in a state of euphoria, he had had another successful day which here means stealing Dante's Mirror, increasing his stocks by 15 percent and his standing with the people in Amity was up. He felt accomplished and in the mood for some villainy, he dug in his desk and pulled out the aforementioned mirror. He stroked the mahgony edges of the mystical object in awe at having accomplished such a feat, the key to unleashing his tyrannical glory upon the world now rested in his very hands. Said artifact came alive at the feels along its sides and smiled softly at Vlad's touch.
"Vladimir Masters are you ready to begin, your plans? "
"You have no idea. " Vlad purred. "
"Step one... " Vlad edged closer to the mirror and hunched over along with twitching his leg in anticipation for the first tier of his evil ingeniousness to strike.
"An ally." Vlad's face fell a hundred feet at the term. The billionaire DID NOT do allies; henchmen - done and puppets - HELLS YEAH but AN ALLY... THIS IS VLAD MOTHER - FLIPPIN - TYRANNICAL - MASTERS! He DID NOT do allies because A) that meant splitting the spoils two ways or more and B) he couldn't think of anyone as his equal as in worthy enough to be appraised on his level.
"Pass. "
"NO SKIPPING! " Roared his reflective advisor. "Each step is crucial to this process in order for the plan to succeed. HUNDREDS of kings and the like have come to me for guidance only to fail when their arrogance rises or patience wavers! DO NOT stray from the path I supply of you! Your goal is ambitious and heavily ornate, an ally is crucial. Plus... This shall be no ordinary ally. "
"Then who will this 'ALLY'be then? " Vlad mocked.
"Daniel James Fenton." The billionaire spit-taked on the coffee he was sipping on in disgusted disbelief, his ALLY was going to be that bratty - snotty - egotistical - severe hero complex having - moody - Brit-brat as an ally. Vlad literally "loathed " that child to the depths of hell and back likewise for him from Daniel two times over. Everytime they were within each others sights the temperature within the area would change dramatically, for those on Daniel's side the air would literally DROP to Antarctica levels while those on Vlad's side of the space would get hit with the heat of a volcano. Direct polar opposites in element and emotions, while Vlad was a savage, bitter, hot head, Danny was a depressed, emotional cold. He had noticed the boy losing steam in his ghost fights lately like the depression was taking him over. He mused over the mirror's words thinking he could cut the boy some slack and assess whether or not to follow the mirror's instruction. In truth, Daniel was the only real reason he put with Amity and it's many problems, he gave him a challenge, a purpose. He looked forward to the day he could place a bloody boot on his chest and proclaim his victory or deep down in his soul take him to the bedroom and ravage him to heaven and back. Plus in truth the boy had grown remarkably stronger, his main avenue for striking his enemies had become his ice powers. Freezing them out which meant they had to wait for the ice to melt before returning to Amity which took about approximately two to three weeks. There was even a rumor floating around in the GZ that Spectra had opened a spa to relieve those who were struck by the ice attacks.
"Fine. " Vlad muttered. "But why the boy?"
"At this very moment he is going through an immense change. " The mirror mused. "One that will have formidable effect on this world as well as the Ghost Zone. Earn his trust and form an allegiance with him and after his change he will have no choice but to protect and help you. "
"Hmmm? Sounds fair and plausible." Vlad mused. "But how will I get his attention and not get hit with ice? He has quite the mean streak nowadays."
"Do the same as you would with any lover that came into your life. " The Mirror acclaimed. "Give him your attention and affection, shower him with gifts, listen to him and his trust will follow... "
"When do I start? "
