Chapter 10
The Start of a Takeover
(Obsidian, Chaos: Four weeks later)
"I have missed this." Valtor spoke aloud.
He threw a magical blast as he spoke aloud. Valtor sauntered into the massive building.
A pair of deformities came charging towards him. One a male Cyclops of at least fifteen meters, wearing a loin cloth around his waist and the other was a female Eared One with a loin cloth around her waist and breast. She was slightly shorter than the male measuring to be thirteen meters. The two of them rushed towards him with wooden spears. Valtor smirked at their primitiveness and fired two black magic rays at them. The blasts did nothing; they didn't even leave a scratch. The fired rays ricocheted of the mutants' iron like skin. They stumbled as if they were in a daze and attacked again. Valtor frowned.
'They are resistant to magic?' Valtor thought. 'That makes everything simpler.' He thought sarcastically.
The Cyclops attempted to stab Valtor with his spear. Valtor barely dodged. The Cyclops attacked again by swinging a large fist that immediately made contact. Valtor was sent crashing into a wall. The wall splintered and cracked from the sheer force of the crash. Valtor's face was grimaced with pain as he slumped to the floor stunned. He groaned pitifully. Slowly he rose to his feet. He cracked his back and neck. He faced the lumbering mutants with a look of incorruptible determination.
"Let us have some fun." Valtor said evilly.
The mutants charged and the female attempted to drive her primitive weapon into him. Valtor easily side stepped her and dodged her. He immediately stepped into the male's kick. Valtor cursed as tried to stop flying through the air. He successfully avoided hitting into another wall and landed on all fours. The Eared one attacked again by smacking him with the end of her spear. The strength embedded in the spear and forced caused Valtor's jaw to become dislocated.
Valtor held his dislocated jaw, boiling with fury. He cursed silently and struggled to fix his jaw with his magic. The deformities came to assault him again but this time Valtor made a smart move. Valtor turned into a plume of ebony smoke and drifted past his assailants. He then took position behind them and resumed his human form. He chuckled at the mutants' confusion and slowly and quietly as possible walked away.
"What primitive creatures." He whispered quietly.
He turned a corner and walked down a strangely narrow hallway where there were many doors leading to numerous room. All the rooms and doors were obviously huge. Valtor growled clearly agitated.
"Why did they have to make it so difficult?" Valtor asked quietly to himself.
With the strength he had not wasted in the fight, instead of peering into every room, he did the sensible thing and tried to sense the object's magic waves in his search.
I suppose I should explain Valtor's sudden increase in power. When we last saw Valtor he was making his way through Oblivion. We had assumed the notorious criminal was trying to escape, but we were wrong. The imprisoned wizard was planning to steal magic from each realm like he did in his past life, only this time it was from all of Obsidian. Now some of you may recall there are one hundred and twenty nine realms in Obsidian. So imagine for a moment, Valtor absorbing all that magic into his system and then coming back to inflict his revenge on the Magic Dimension. Not a pretty sight is it?
Valtor having already taken the magic from the medium sized pitch black flame, he had shortly gone after other magical essences. Over the past four weeks Valtor had made impressive progress of taking over one hundred and twenty-five realms and taking it's magic. Every time he left he would often leave the realm to crumble away into non-existence, freeing the inhabitants of each realm.
Not this time. He wanted the help of the next three realms.
With the magic waves given off Valtor made his way towards the realms essence. Going through what seemed like the hundredth door, Valtor found himself in a barren room. He growled angrily and let go of a blast of magic in his fury.
"I traced the energy here! Where in Obsidian is it?!" Valtor yelled angrily.
The doors behind him burst open. The titans had found him.
'Shit!' Valtor thought angrily. He was too loud.
The Eared One charged and tried to tackle him. Valtor slid under her making her slam straight into the wall behind him. Behind him the Cyclops sent the spear through him Valtor solidified around the spear tip and glanced down at the weapon protruding his torso. With narrowed eyes-
"You should not have done that." Valtor told him with vile.
By turning into smoke Valtor eluded the spear and vanished from the Cyclops hawk-like sight. He then reappeared behind the titan and shot an extremely powerful blast. The giant lost his balance and fell flat on his face. When he fell to the floor a hollow sound was heard.
'Oh how the mighty fall.' Valtor thought. The hollow sound did not go ignored. 'Did the floor echo?'
Unfortunately he couldn't dwell on it too long. The thirteen meter female attacked again having recovered from her small headache. She swiped at Valtor with her giant hand giving Valtor a major backhand.
"For the love of -!" Valtor yelled furiously.
He healed his broken arm and leg from crashing into another wall.
"I will not be hindered from my task by two lumbering, bumbling buffoons!"
They charged with their spears again.
"Conbound." Valtor said with a flick of his wrist.
The two giants dropped their weapons and became bound by thick, black coils. The titans struggled against their captivity. Valtor smirked evilly at them. With his other hand he flicked his forefinger. "Casfaellbar."
The giants ceased their struggle and fell limp. They both adopted blank, dazed expressions. They stared at Valtor with glazed over eyes. All traces of defiance, determination and fight were gone. Valtor raised a brow and released them from the coils.
'It would seem they are not impervious to telekinetic magic.' Valtor thought.
Via telekinetic communication, Valtor ordered them to break in the floor where he heard the strange sound. The imperfect beings did it without hesitation. Their massive fist pounded on the floor. Within seconds cracks appeared. The mutants punched in the floor quickly and furiously.
Valtor watched the creatures work in awe. In all honesty he found them remarkable. Their strength, their determination, their capabilities. It was infinite. How was they had not escaped yet? Oh, right, magic less and primitive.
'I definitely made the right choice to mark these beasts.' Valtor thought. 'They may prove to be some help.'
The two mutants had finished their task of breaking in the in the floor leaving a giant, gaping hole in its place as evidence. They stood off to the side patiently and obediently awaiting their next command. Valtor ignored them, peered into the black depths of the hole and leapt in with remarkable grace. After a few moments he made it to the bottom and slowly navigated his way to the realm's essence with the help of a conjured flame.
About five minutes later he found it. From what he could tell it was a twisted and disfigured face. The mouth was set in a grin twisted beyond repair with a long, spiralling, protruding snaggle tooth. The ears were huge and disproportional. The nose was flat and ugly. The one big crimson eye stared creepily at Valtor. It was the face of the first ever deformity. It was the face of Vindictus.
Valtor paused to savour the power radiating from the symbolic object. He slowly walked over to it bathing in its alluring power. He leered at the object before him before tenderly reaching out to it. As his fingers barely brushed the object the ground started to shiver beneath him. Valtor sighed and pulled back his hand.
'It seems I have to do this the old fashioned way.' Valtor contemplated.
He closed his eyes and held out his hands to the entity. The piece shuddered and released a surge of magical energy. It was dark orange with an even darkener gold infused between the streaks of black. The magic swirled around Valtor causing his long hair to blow about in an ethereal manner. His pupils shrank to the size of a grain of rice, his pupils now resembled burning coals. Half way through the magical transfer he cut off the flow.
"That was delicious." Valtor remarked wickedly.
He paused thoughtful and then resumed leaving the hole. He flew out landing in front of his two new minions. Valtor proudly waltzed out with his slaves following dutifully behind. He was enjoying this new feeling of power. It was as if electricity was coursing through his body continuously. On the outside were hordes of deformities gaping and pointing to the sky in worry.
The normally abnormal sky was now void of almost all of its colours. The colours were so pale they almost resembled grey making the atmosphere even more depressing and bleak. Even the sky's swirling motion had stopped. Valtor stared proudly at his toil. He strode to the highest stair of the temple and stood atop it with the Cyclops and Eared One beside him.
"Inhabitants of Chaos," Valtor yelled. The mutants turned to face him. "As many of you can probably see I have stolen the magic from your realm but not all allowing you to stand here instead of plunging to your deaths."
The mutants glanced at each other in confusion and then stared puzzled at Valtor. Valtor sighed in exasperation. And called forth the Cyclops and used him as a translator (he wasn't sure if the Eared One could talk.). Upon now being telekinetically bonded with the deformity Valtor could now use the Cyclops to speak to the others. When he started to talk he spoke in an elder language not even Valtor could identify, let alone a person living in the Magic Dimension.
"Nia granda sinjoro Valtor faras nin sindona oferto." The Cyclops said. "Li donas al ni ŝancon havi nian venĝon sur la kruelaj homoj kiuj metis nin en ĉi kondamnon, oportunon preni reen kion iam nia. Nia libereco!"
"Our great lord Valtor is making us a generous offer. He is giving us the chance to have our vengeance on the cruel humans who put us in this damnation, a chance to take back what was once ours. Our Freedom!"
The titans all cheered at this proclamation with glee. Some even danced on the spot. The translator held up a hand for silence. The others quieted down.
"Ĉiuj ni devas fari estas helpi lin. Helpu lin helpi nin. Kiel ni estis kruele ĵetitaj en ĉi tie. Li permesas anstataŭi aĉan homoj, helpu lin levigxi al potenco kaj kontraŭ ni gajni liberecon."
"All we must do is help him. Help him help us. Like us he was cruelly thrown in here. Allow him to take over from the dreadful humans, help him to rise in power and in exchange we gain freedom."
With the speech over, the mutants glanced towards each with little murmurs. Suddenly a massive cheer rang out. They began chanting.
"Ne helpos. Nia savanto." They chanted. "Nia savanto. Nia savanto."
'We will help. Our saviour. Our saviour. Our saviour.'
Valtor smirked happily. He stared at the chanting mutants.
'All is going according to plan.' Valtor thought maliciously.