Epilogue: In the Other World…
Red-cloak, in their pure magic form of thousands of red sparks, soared through the walls of the chamber. The sparks reassumed their original shape and became the figure in the red cloak once more.
Red-cloak floated down to the floor and looked down at the battered and unconscious forms of Styx and Nox. The two of them slowly stirred and raised themselves up into sitting positions. When the two looked around and saw Red-cloak standing before them, they panicked and immediately shifted into kneeling positions.
"We're so sorry, master," Styx said, his voice quaking with fright.
"We tried to stop them, master," Nox squeaked, "but they were too strong for us."
Red-cloak merely looked down at them, not saying a word, making Styx and Nox even more afraid. Suddenly, a new voice flooded the chamber: "Ha ha! What eh glorious deh for all ev us!"
Now a shower of black sparks soared through the walls of the chamber. The shower soared down to the ground in front of the other three and rearranged itself into the form of a male teen. The teen had yellow-blond hair which fell just below his shoulders, piercing black eyes, and deeply tanned skin. He wore a black sleeveless shirt, a black leather jacket, black jeans, and black boots. A ring with a black Egyptian eye glittered on his right hand. The only article of clothing which wasn't black was a vivid red cape that was attached to his right shoulder.
"You-you are happy, my king?" Styx cried, his voice filled with both excitement and shock.
"But of course, but of course!" the teen said, laughing. "Even eht nearly your full powehs, zeh four heroes weh steel able to defeat you two, meh best and most beloved henchmen! Finally-we hev found some goody two-shoes who just meht be able to bring us what we hev been unable to get!"
"It is wonderful, isn't it?" Red-cloak said.
The tanned teen looked at Red-cloak and laughed. "For pete's sake, mon cher, you hev no need teh hide your identity from me!" He walked up to Red-cloak and pulled the cloak off from over their head, then removed a voice scrambler from their mouth and tossed it away. "Soon, meh beloved," he said, taking Red-cloak into his arms, "we shall not onlee rid one world of en annoyance for all ze eveel within eet, but we shall also finally hev zat which we have been waiting for! And zen, mon cher-ZEN…"
Red-cloak now spoke, revealing a sickly sweet, feminine voice: "The Dimension of the Gods shall be ours to rule."
The four of them laughed, filling the chamber with their horrific cheers of sick joy…
