Mozenrath tapped his foot impatiently. He had erected every part of the spell with a skillful swiftness. In fact, he had prepared too swiftly.

When he had dusted off the cover of one of the older books in his library, leafed through the crumbling pages, and uncoded the cryptic writings scrawled out in some long forgotten texts, he had known all too well that the incantation would only work at a certain time during the night.

But, as he yearned for the secrets and power of untold universes, he had rushed to prepare, afraid to miss his once in a millennia chance.

Strangely, as though to make up for is unfortunate life, the attributes of the spell had been easily acquired. Unlike a vast majority of wizards, sorcerers, and other assorted magical beings, Mozenrath happened to own a rather large crystal of Ix (left over from one of the many times he had tried to enslave a street rat's genie).

Xerxese slithered around, mumbling incomprehensible words. Mozenrath stood there in a silent rage. How dare he make even the slightest noise while Mozenrath was on the brink of a break through in the power/world domination department. Ah, well Xerxese would just have to pay later.

Now moving on to the oh-so-important time that our vengeful young sorcerer was waiting for. It is almost upon us now, the moon. Eerie blue moon beams began to sift over the sunroof in the ceiling.

Mozenrath's mood lightened a little. And a little here meaning, a change of mood ever so slight it wouldn't even be noticeable to the naked eye (assuming, of course, that you could see moods change with the naked eye).

And, as our beloved ruler of black sands fumed inwardly over the incompetence of his only living servant, the clock took the opportunity to strike twelve midnight, and the moon the opportunity to reach its ever-so-anticipated position above the crystal of Ix.

The crystal began to glow, a bright, iridescent blue. This, of course, attracted Mozenrath's attention, as any fifty-foot tall by ten-foot wide glowing blue crystal might tend to do.

Though the glowing part of the spell had been foreseen, the charming lord of the citadel was not sure what was to happen next. He folded his arms and yawned.

"Yawning? In front of a Celestial force that defies the cosmos, the mortal yawns?" a voice commanded more that asked. "How incredibly rude of you."

Mozenrath looked up. There was no one in the room but he and Xerxese, and certainly his nearly illiterate servant couldn't have become so well learned without his knowing. No, it had to be coming from the crystal then.

"Show yourself," Mozenrath commanded in a tone of voice as demanding as that of the 'Celestial force that defied the cosmos', that he now assumed came from within the glowing, blue crystal of Ix.

"Show myself?" retorted an annoyed 'Celestial voice that defied the cosmos' from within the crystal. "To a mortal? Either you're incredibly bold, or immensely stupid. Oh, and one more thing. Even if you are incredibly bold, why should I, a Celestial voice that defies the cosmos, listen to you?"

"Because I OWN you!" Mozenrath roared, losing his quick temper. "I brought you here, with my own to hands. Flesh and BONE, do you hear me? I can just as easily send you back into exile!"

"Fine, you big meanie!" sighed the now, not-so-menacing voice from within the crystal. The crystal flashed a few times, and an overwhelmingly pink-being stepped out from within the light and landed soundlessly upon the marble stone of the floor.

"My, you're overwhelmingly pink, aren't you?" ask Mozenrath, amusement lacing the features on his pale face.

The girl just crossed her arms and pouted. She was at least half a head shorter than Mozenrath, and she WAS very pink. Her hair (which was pink,) was long and straight, reaching just past her knees. Her perfectly straight and well-kept (pink) bangs framed her large (pink) eyes. She had an overall pale complexion, though it paled in comparison to Mozenrath's deathly white skin (no pun intended).

"So you are what I get for my painstaking preparations? Yet another incompetent servant, only with a case of pink," Mozenrath now sounded annoyed.

"Painstaking preparations?" she asked surveying her surroundings with one, pink twirl, nearly slapping Mozenrath across the face with her hair. "If you ask me, this," she waved her hand indicating the left over remnants of the incantation, "Looks like a rushed, hasty job."

Mozenrath frowned. "Rushed? Perhaps. Hasty? Never. And besides," he said crossing his arms to match her stance, only about half a head taller, "No one asked you."

"Actually, you sort of did, you know," she grinned.

'Well,' he shrugged inwardly, 'Perhaps I did.' He took his gauntleted hand, and lifted up her chin so he could see her face. He was surprised to see just how feminine and pretty her facial features where. One could almost say beautiful, in fact. He frowned. Beauty, as in most people he had known, was often a sign of arrogance, and vanity. He didn't really want to deal with female hormones.

"What's wrong?" she asked, with a sardonic interest and sympathy. "Not a mindless drone, as you're accustomed to?"

He removed his hand, but she kept looking up at him. "I just wasn't expecting someone like you, when I summoned a powerful being imprisoned in a crystal from another Universe."

"Why?" she pouted. "Because I'm a girl?"

He sighed, assuming she would be pouting and ranting often. He decided to counter her question with one of his own. "What exactly were you imprisoned for? Spreading joy, happiness, and pinkness across the land?"

At that moment, Xerxese decided to slither over. The shape shifter had been watching the girl, barely blinking, for he had never seen anything with so much of this color before. "Mozenrath make funny?" he hissed.

She frowned. "No I was not. As a matter of fact, I was imprisoned for numerous attempts at taking over the world. Being magical as I am, I was at the misfortunate disadvantage of being able to be absorbed by a crystal of Ix."

Mozenrath waved Xerxese away, and took another look at the girl in front of him. Right now, she and Xerxese were having a staring contest, with Xerxese slithering round and round her head. Perhaps Just perhaps, could there be more to this pink one than met the eye?

If her claims were valid, she could be a valuable asset to his conquests. "Can you tell me lies?" he asked.

"No," she stated flatly, never taking her eyes off of the slithering eel.

So, it was true. "And must you do whatever I tell you?" he asked, beginning the think that this might not be so bad after all.

"Yes, within reason," she responded, finally growing tired of staring down an eel. She averted her full, commanding attention to Mozenrath. "Must you ask so any questions?"

He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, which surprised him. He would have to think about what to do with this girl later. Now, though, he was tired.

He turned on his heel and began to walk meaningfully out of the room's double doors. "Follow me," he said boredly. He assumed she would follow, most likely having nothing better to do. That, of course, was besides the fact that it was a command, and she had to obey.

For a moment he wasn't sure if she actually was following him. He heard no sound around him but the moaning wind through the vast and numerous glassless windows, his own footsteps upon the marble, and the slithering of Xerxese. He stopped and twirled on his heels once more.

She ran into him, which sent them both sprawling on the ground.

He scowled as he sat up and removed the girl from on top of him.

She stood up and then offered him her hand. He batted it away and stood on his own. She frowned. "If I owe you a lifetime of servitude, you could at least be friendly."

He just started walking again, and stopped when he reached his room. "Your room is across the hall from mine," he said putting his hand on his door handle. "We will discuss the services that will be required of you in the morning." He pushed the door to his room open, and was about to close it, when he felt her hand on his arm.

He was, for the moment, no longer amused with his new servant, and he turned to her, frowning once more. "What do you want?"

"Don't I even get to know your name?" She asked.

"Mozenrath," he sighed. "Lord Mozenrath. Master to you, servant." She just looked at him, which again made him uncomfortable. "Sleep," he nodded his head towards her door.

"Don't you even want to know my name?" she asked.

He yawned. "Perhaps in the morning. For now," he said simply. "You are servant, minion, slave, and whatever else I wish to call you." With that he closed the door.

He could still feel her looking at him, even through the doors. He leaned his back against the doors and heard her say three, meek words.

"Good night, Mozy!"

He gave a halfhearted scowl to an empty room, and went to bed.

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End of Chapter 1

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