Alrighty, the first review came in yesterday, another huge thank Assassin! Now, Rithiahs is a bad guy from a fic I wrote when I was ten, but now that I am a lot older he is more evil! So please enjoy him. :)
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-A cave in Uncharted Territories-
Rithiahs was not happy. His book had been found, he and his race had been discovered. He stalked forward, hissing sharply at a nibbler slave.
"You!" he said, his voice colder than the darkest Antarctic.
"Y-yes, master?" the small nibbler asked.
"Fetch me Achrel," he growled. When the nibbler hesitated the cat sprang, swatting it across the ground, "I said go! Pathetic wretch, leave my sight before I change my mind and have you for supper!" the nibbler squealed in terror and raced off.
"Idiots! I am surrounded by idiots!" he growled, his long tail lashing the air. He sat and polished his green armor with a silver paw, making it shine perfectly. He was large for his species, thus is why he was chosen to be the king, but all the power had gone to his head, all that glorious power, and he had changed to warlord. Full grown males of his kind would be as big as a gnawer, taller of course.
He glanced over at a large flake of silver mica, the surface acting like a mirror. Over a well groomed pelt of silver, he wore dull pastel green armor, a breastplate with a black star in the center was fastened by two leather straps. He had bracers on all legs, each one baring a black star. A triangular piece of metal sat on his hips, the flat side of the triangle to his back, the point going downward. Several rings laced upon his tail, each connected by a hinged band of metal, this allowed flexibility, on the last band on his tailtip was fastened a metal scythe. He remembered the family of humans he had killed to get his armor, they had been desperate, and they had been armor smiths, so after they had given him the armor set, he killed them one by one, just to hear the screams of pain as they slowly bled out on the cave floor-
"You wanted to see me, Master?" Rithiahs whirled. A blue cat stood in the entrance to his home.
"Ah, Achrel, enter," he said, his cold blue eyes were mere ice chips as he spoke. The cat came into the little cave, gulping when he saw all the pelts of foes his master had slain hanging from the walls... "I am sending you on a little mission," Rithiahs growled.
"Um, uh, a mission, sir?" Achrel asked, shivering in fear.
"Yes, a grab and go, my little dunderhead. You need to find a human, a little one mind you, in the palace of Regalia. You are my best assassin, therfore this is your field of work, is it not?" he said, his eyes glinting in the dim light of his fire.
"Yes sir, it is my field, sir," Achrel's eyes flicked back and forth.
"Good, good. Now go! You must bring me the one they call Lilliana Ayla, the Trickster's Heir, if you fail, I will replace nibbler for idiot cat on my dinner menu, leave at once!" he hissed.
"Erm, yessir!" the blue cat said, slipping out of the cave like a flickering shadow.
"Filthen! Attend to me!" Rithiahs growled. A young nibbler came up, bowing his head.
"Yes, all mighty Warlord, sir, what is it you would like me to do?" he asked timidly.
"Give me my war helm," he said. Filthen scurried to one side of the cave and brought back a green helmet, Rithiahs bent a little for the nibbler to place it over his head.
The helm covered the back of his neck and head, leaving his face unprotected. Two holes were cut for his ears to come through, letting them swivel freely. The helm came together in a small point on the top. A leather strap under his chin held the helmet on. Rithiahs unsheathed his claws, looking at them. Long ago he had gotten his real claws yanked out by his father, and strong metal ones were burned into his toe bones, forever planting them in his paw. He pulled his lips back in a fierce sneer, and looked at the nibbler.
"Tell me, miniscule little thing, do I look scary?" he asked.
"You look scarier than the Tyrant, and are even eviler, my Lord!" he responded, this was the right way to answer his lord. The wrong way was to say he was scarier than his mother after being shorn, this got one beat.
"Good, now take this thing off," he ordered, Filthen did as he was told, "Now, leave, I need to plot,"
"Yessir," Filthen bowed his head and exited.
"Yes, it is all perfect now, I will capture the little brat, and have her parents knealing at my paws, then take the throne, yes, then we will feast!" he said with a cold laugh.
-Arena-
Lilly gave a grunt as she was thrown across the field, landing hard on her side.
"Holy shit biscuit! Did you have to hit me that hard?" she yelled over to the smirking Ripred.
"No, you just weren't paying attention, Ayla," he said.
Lilly narrowed her eyes and walked off.
"Wha- Hey! We are not done here!" he shouted to her.
Lilly raised an arm behind her, and flipped him the bird.
"Brat," he muttered to himself.
-The Air Ducts-
Achrel had infiltrated the palace without a single accident. He now was slinking around the air ducts, following a trail. When he saw light, the cat froze, and walked slowly to it. He was at the maintenance shaft, and smack in the middle of it was a mess of blankets books and many other things he had no name for. He picked up voices and listened.
"Well, Lilly, if you werent paying attention..."
"Wait, what? You're taking his side now?"
"Um, no, I dissagree with him for flinging you across the field, a light smack would have worked,"
"Mmhm, yeah, you're really not making this better for yourself,"
"I know. Well, I gotta go, I have some sort of meeting to go to,"
"Hmph, meeting my ass,"
"See you later!"
A rustle of wings came, and he was sure whatever had been there, was gone. Achrel smirked and pulled a hollow tube from a sheath at his hip, and inserted a little dart.
-In the Hideout-
Lilly bent over to grab a book and set down in a random pile of blankets, she turned several pages until she got to the first chapter.
Pift!
"What the hell?" she yelped, jumping up and feeling the back of her neck, there was something stuck in her skin. She pulled it out. It was a little dart, "Shit," she muttered before falling on the ground.
-In the Duct-
Achrel walked forward and with much difaculty put her in a larg sack, then like smoke on the wind, was gone.
-Random Hallway-
"You, bat! Where is Lilly?" Ripred asked.
"Whut- oh Ripred, erm, last I saw her, she was in the duct," Kaj said.
"Thank you," he said, and stalked off for the duct.
-In the Duct-
Ripred growled at what he saw, a dart, he sniffed it, a drugged dart. He shook his head in rage and took off to find Gregor.
-The Stone Castle-
"Well, shit on a log, look what's going out there! Lilly's gone and got herself captured!" Ayla hissed, looking down at the Pool of Images.
A nose poked over her shoulder, "By who?" Zeva asked.
"How the hell would I know? Oh wait, duh, I'm Abbess, um, lessee here..." she began conjuring up a new image, "Shit, shitshitshit, it's that cat!"
"What cat?"
"Who do you think, dumbass? It's that Rithiahs cat thing, whatever he is,"
"What do we do about it?" Zeva was very concerned.
"Ahh, I really don't want to cantact anyone today," she said.
"Ayla!"
"Pft, fine," she said, looking at the pool, she found an image of Gregor and Ripred, they were arguing about something.
"Ahem!" she cleared her throat, the two figures looked up.
"Who was that?" Gregor said.
"It is the voice of God!" she said in a stupid voice, "Who do you think ding dongs? I'm certainly not the pizza man,"
"Ayla? You're alive?" Gregor asked.
"Oh yes, I survived being creamated and made into a statue. No dummy! I'm deader than shit. Anyways, this really is a touching reunion, but I have news for you. Lilly's been captured, I'm sure you know that, but by a cat,"
"A cat?" the two said in unison.
"Yes, a really big, power hungry cat, named Rithiahs, who wants to take the throne from you guys," she said, picking at her nails.
"What do we do?" Gregor asked.
"Uh, go and rescue her? What do you think? I can't do much up here! All I can do is talk to you guys, and do random magic tricks!" she said impationtly.
Gregor smirked.
"I see you, I am not blind up here," she said.
"Alright, thanks for the information, Ayla," he said, walking off with Ripred following.
"Ugh, this is going to be a long day!"
"Yep. Hey remember that one trick you did when you made fire come out your butt?" Zeva asked.
"Don't talk about it! I still have the scars!" Ayla snapped.
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Bum bum bum! Man, Rithiahs scares me, and he's my creation! But, if you are a little unsure about little Filthen, he is a main character, just to tell you guys!