Chapter 3

Meanwhile, in another world altogether. The Eight Demon Sorcerers were there. Currently, Shendu, the Demon Sorcerer of Fire was waving a battle with their 'Guest.'

"This is your entire fault! If you hadn't shown up, I could have ruled the universe and brought you back!"

"Like you would have!" sneered Shendu in his snaky demon voice to his son, Drago.

"Everything, EVERYTHING was going so perfectly!"

"I needed to teach you a lesson!"

"Why you-!"

"Girls, girls, girls," a voice from afar tutted. "You are both very pretty... Now, to business."

The demons whirled to find a face sneering at them from an inter-dimension Skype message. The man in the picture had long, stringy sandy/white hair. He looked like a human at age 34, but his eyes seemed to say 'old geezer'. He wore a black robe that would put all of the fictional wizards in storybooks to absolute shame, and had bight, gray skin so pale it seemed to reflect light.

"Who are you?" demanded Shendu.

"I am Omnis, a Chi Wizard Warlock," he announced proudly. "I have heard of your…eh, failed attempts... and I wish to grant you one last try. I wish to help you regain control of the world for the demon's sake. As Master Chi Wizard, I can travel the two realms at will, and could bring both of you back. Shendu, with your permission, I would like to take back Drago to the Human world so that he may attempt to rule it again. I have heard of a new fashion to do so, and it seems quite… Manageable."

Shendu and Drago shared looks. "Even if I agree," hissed Shendu, "I doubt that you will be working for free."

"No, of course not," Omnis replied stern-faced. "This mission is for the sake of the demons only."

Both Drago and Shendu doubted this, but they didn't have much of a choice. "If I allow you to take my son, I will require something in return," Shendu told Omnis. The Warlock pretended to think.

"How about... the pleasure of finally killing the Chans?" asked Omnis.

Shendu considered this. "I would like that," he told Omnis. "VERY much. Alright; you may take him."

For the first time in the 'meeting', Omnis smiled. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a moment, then opened his eyes and extended his arm. Drago saw that his pupils were glowing bright gold. His hand ripped right through the air and disappeared, reappearing before the two demons. Drago turned to his father.

"Good riddance," he told him. "I hope we never see each other again."

Then he took the hand, and was pulled back into the light.

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Drago awoke in the San Francisco junkyard he once called his hideout (Home, sweet home). Omnis stood before him, dressed in the same robes he had during the Skype conference.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

Drago sat up. "How long was I out?" he asked.

"About five minutes," replied Omnis. "Very long, if you ask me."

Something felt different, Drago decided. Something…

He looked down to find that he had turned into a normal chi-less demon again.

"My… My powers!" he yelled. He rose to his feet. "You will pay for this, warlock!"

"I prefer to be called nby my name-."

"Whatever!"

"Do not worry, demon," said Omnis calmly. "While transacting through portals, you lost seven of your eight demon chi. You still have your dragon powers."

Drago scowled. "Better this than nothing," he finally decided. It was then that he realized that he and Omnis had company.

"You!" he yelled, pointing at three of the four standing behind Omnis. It wasn't the Chans, but he still recognized their faces anywhere.

"Hey, Drago," said Strikemaster Ice.

"What's up?" asked MC Cobra.

DJ Fist flashed a peace sign.

"You... You failures," growled Drago, smoke coming out of his nostrils. "When I'm done with you, your heads will only be used for Jack-o-Lanterns!"

"Whoa, WHOA! Don't do that, man," said Ice.

"Yeah," said Cobra. "The only reason we're here is because we wanna redeem ourselves."

DJ nodded.

"After bein' in jail for two years, we started to wonder, what is life anyway?" started Ice. "And we started thinkin'—"

Drago groaned. "Oh, please, save me the sob story." He turned to the new guy in the group. "Who's this?" he demanded.

"Tylor," Ice introduced.

"Please," the boy said, flashing Drago a perfect evil grin. "Call me Tyke."

"Of course," said Ice hastily.

Drago narrowed his eyes. If the Ice gang respected this guy, he ought to be good. "I believe I owe you three something," he said.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, calling on his dragon-demon powers. When he opened them again, he re-granted the Ice gang their old dragon powers.

"Whoa, dude," said Tyke, watching the three turn into green dragon-demons. "Now that is what I call freaky."

"Now, Omnis," said Drago, turning to him and climbing up onto the hood of a nearby car. "How did you say I could regain control of the earth?"

Omnis closed his eyes, remembering. When he opened again, they flashed a shimmering evil. "Have you ever heard of the Good Demon Chi?" he started.

When the chi warlock finished his tale, Drago processed all the new info in his head. Lock and save, he thought. "Now," he said, "all we have to do is find the golden chest and—"

Suddenly, Drago's vision turned red. The junkyard, the Ice gang and Tyke, Omnis, and everything else faded away, being replaced by a mound of earth with an earth demon popping out. Dai Gui flew three feet into the air before landing again, and the whole scene before him dissolved to form a pure crimson ruby with a warm brown marking of a flower on it. The red gemstone faded away, forming a country… Mexico. About 20 miles northeast of Mexico City. A large garden with an odd Spanish name—Texcotzingo Imperial Gardens.

But something else happened in his vision. After the flower disappeared, Drago wasn't once again standing on top of a broken car in a junkyard. There was a black orb floating in front of him, shooting back and forth, waiting for his approval of something.

Drago remembered Omnis's legend, with the Gauntlets and the orbs. He extended his arm toward it, inviting it onto his arm.

And so it did. Drago didn't know what to expect, and momentum drove him back a step or two. But he didn't fall.

Drago smiled and looked down at his right wrist. On there, sat a metal band and a meshed finger-less glove, Demonic engraved onto the metal. He flexed his scaly demon fingers, curious of how they'd react to this new garment. The mesh was super-flexible, and the metal was so light Drago could forget it was there.

"Well, well... A gauntlet," he murmured. He turned to Omnis, pointing at him. "You. Chi Warlock. While my henchmen and I go to Mexico, I need you to distract Section 13 so that they are unaware of my return. Can you manage that?"

"I was not kidding you when I told you I was a warlock," Omnis replied. He turned to leave the junkyard, but turned back halfway. "Good luck, Drago," he said. "We shall meet again." Then he left, walking out between the cars. Drago turned to his four henchmen.

"Now, I believe we have somewhere to be," he told them. Then, to himself, he muttered with a smile—

"You better watch your back, Jackie Chan. 'Cause now, Drago is back in town."

Episode 1 End.