"At least you completed your task this time." The evil wizard growled as he towered over Reala. One of the six hands that hovered about the massive frame of the feared god of Nightmares moved closer, slowly circling the Nightmaren that knelt before him. "I trust there were no troubles bringing her here?" Of course, the implication that a mere human Visitor would give the second-in-command Nightmaren any trouble at all was a shot at his performance of late. Especially concerning a certain traitor.
"None at all, Master Wizeman. I believe she'll be shaped rather easily. The girl was more than compliant to come." Reala said, still kneeling in front of the cloaked figure. "Is there any other way I may be of service to you?" Of course, the Jester expected the usual scoff before being sent off to do as he pleased. Which normally meant brooding over ways he could torment some other creature. That was certainly not what happened.
The being turned its back on Reala, keeping the one hand hovering around him. "When the Visitor comes out of her meditative state, she's yours to look after."
Look after? Wait a second, did he just get 'promoted' to babysitter?! No! That couldn't be right. That's right, he just misunderstood him. After all, Wizeman wouldn't have him, his most trusted of creations, drop everything simply to keep a mere human from hurting themselves.... Would he? '"I-I beg your pardon, Master? To look after? Shouldn't a more.... suitable Nightmaren be teaching her-"
"Are you saying that you, a Nightmaren of the highest levels, are weak, Reala?" The hand began to slowly close on the Jester, the purple eye glowing ever brighter in anger as it threatened to close around him. Even the usually dim throne room within the temple began to go red. "Perhaps I should work on making stronger disciples, then."
"No, Master Wizeman! I would do no such thing! Your wish is my command, as always. I was simply.... curious. Why me? After all, you already have me looking for NiGHT's weak point. Surely that would place the risk of being lost to the other half on the Visitor." Excuses, excuses. The truth was, Reala was more interested in taking down NiGHTS rather than playing baby sitter.
"Yes. And I see you've made the same amount of progress as you have when the orders were originally given. You are to follow orders as I make them without question. Remember that, Reala." Slowly, Wizeman turned his bulking frame to the floating figure resting on a bed of red light. "Keep her away from the other half of Nightopia. Those are your new orders. Is that understood?"
Yes, it was understood, but it didn't sit well with Reala. This was infuriating. He wanted nothing more than to continue to torture NiGHTS in any way he could think of, not play a baby sitter. What next? Was he expected to start cleaning up after the lower level Nightmarens as well, now? Oh, this Visitor, needed or not, was certainly not going to have a pleasant experience with him. When she awoke.... No, why wait until then? The second Wizeman's back was turned, he was going to-
"REALA!!!!"
Snapped back to what was currently at hand, he realized the five story high wizard had just said something. "Yes, Master. Of course. Please, forgive me. I'll make sure the Visitor stays safely within your control." And I'll make sure she's screaming for merciful death by the time I finish with her! He thought bitterly.
"You'd better. Or else I'll do to you what I have been planning to do to NiGHTS." And with that, the being was gone, off to continue with the next step in his plans. This left Reala alone with the 'sleeping' Visitor, the red bed of light ensuring she'd return to that specific spot the the second she was asleep in the waking world.
Slowly, Reala floated up with arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at her. How smug she seemed. Mess with his place by Wizeman's side, will she? Well. We'll just have to see about that! "Rest while you can, Visitor. When you return, your new life here is going to be HELL!"