A/N: Hey, Ender here. So we are now at just over three hundred views for this story at the time of posting this chapter. No reviews again, so I'm not sure if you guys don't like the story or if you just don't have anything to say :). Anyway, on with the chapter.

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Zeren's POV

"So what are you here to tell me?" I asked Israphel, steepling my fingers and leaning back in my throne. I really needed to do something about this thing as sitting in it for even short amounts of time gave me horrible wing cramps. Gazing down at where my new protege had prostrate himself before me, I gestured for him to speak, the flash of the whites of his eyes, although quickly averted, alerting me to the fact that he was looking at me.

"Well?" I asked, growing impatient with the continued silence Israphel maintained. Sure I had not made him my heir for his speaking skills, but I had thought relaying basic information would have been easy enough even for him in his altered state. For I could sense the Chaos growing within him and knew that if I did not capture him completely within my influence soon, he would grow beyond even my great power and be uncontrollable.

The young lord seemed to battle within himself for another moment before saying "They plot against you, questioning your actions and planning your downfall. If you do not act soon upon this, your reign may come to an untimely end."

"Who?" I gasped, slightly taken aback by this sudden revelation of treachery from within the ranks of my lords. I had always known that not every lords was perfectly pleased with my rule, but to go to that extreme, this was not something that had occurred to me.

"Um Rayko, Teloxen and Sallen." said Israphel, ticking each name off on his fingers as he spoke. "I scouted out their operations area and found out what they were up to a while back when they were foolish enough to believe that I would be interested in joining their little rebellion."

"And why have you not told me of this before?" I asked, a suspicious glare directed at Israphel "Are you sure that you are not a part of their plans?"

"I did not want to blow my cover until I was sure I was in a position where I would be believed." he said, shrinking back slightly under my scrutiny.

I held my suspicious gaze upon him for a moment longer before saying. "Very well, but in the future should any plans of that variety become known to you, you must report them to me at once so that I may make an example of them, to show what happens to lords who dare to defy me."

"Very well." said Israphel, lowering his gaze and obscuring the glow of his gray-red eyes.

Israphel's POV

I left Zeren's presence quickly after his implied threat. At least for now I would follow his command of full disclosure. But soon, very soon I hoped, my power would be strong enough to overthrow that arrogant fool. He was merely some self serving lord who though he deserved power simply because he wanted it. But I was a true heir to Chaos' power and soon I would be able to reclaim it.

"Yes" I murmured, laying back on the collection of soft wool blocks that served as my resting area. "Soon I shall claim what is mine by right. Then all realms shall bow before my power!" I stretched, cackling at the realization that my goals were well within my reach, that soon the true glory of Chaos would be revealed. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflective surface of the thin glass that separated my bed area from the rest of my room. I scowled at the image it displayed. My messy brown hair and expression that always seemed about to turn in to a smile might have been seen as pleasing to members of Crafterkind, but it was hardly the kind of image that would send anyone running in fear or make someone look around to see if anyone was watching before speaking of them. No, if I was going to rise to such heights as Chaos said was possible, I needed to have a more intimidating appearance. It sure did not help the matter that that there were very limited supplies in the Nether, and as such I had been forced to cycle through a few sets of cloths every couple of days, which detracts from the image of a terrifying lord more than you might think.

Looking down, I saw that I wore the outfit that I had brought with me that day, the only physical reminder I had left from my time as a naive lord who thought that everyone could just get along without needing to have some higher lord watching over them. But now I saw how wrong I had been. The majority of the creatures found throughout the realms were like sheep, blindly following their own ways until they stumbled into some danger that ended their purposeless existence. They needed to someone to guide them, like a faithful shepherd who leads the sheep with wheat and cares for them so long as they can satisfy his demands.

As I stood up, something caught my eye. Looking over, I saw a spell book lying on the edge of a block, presumably one that I had been reading before being overcome by the need to rest. What had caught my eye though was the page the book was open to. Its art showed a simply dressed man being transformed into some other form more pleasing to him. Interested, I picked up the book, wondering if it could be just what I needed to make myself into someone that lords would actually respect and fear.

"Let's see, what does this need?" I muttered to myself, eyes darting across the page as I searched for the list of required materials.

When I finally found them written at the very bottom of the page, I was surprised at how simple the ingredients were. Most of them I actually had in my room, and the few that I did not have were easy enough to find. The only one that gave me some trouble was the final ingredient, a feather from the Chaos lord the spell was being performed on.

Well hopefully hair works too. I thought, taking a small pair of shears and clipping off a few strands. It probably will, I mean they are pretty much the same stuff.

Gathering the rest of the materials, I sketched the required circle on the ground, placing the various materials at even intervals around it. I sketched an approximation of what I wished to look like on a scrap of paper, placing it in the center of the circle. I had been extra careful to make it how I wished to look, especially noting the wings that I wished for. Anyone who wished to rule over the Chaos lords, who truly wished to earn their terrified loyalty, must have wings. The mark of a true lords of Chaos was their wings, which I supposed was why Zeren's actions towards Teloxen, his ritualistic wing shredding, had been so devastating to him.

Grabbing the book from where it had slid onto the floor, I flicked it open to the appropriate page, standing before the circle and glancing at the words to make sure I had remembered them correctly. I chanted the spell quickly, doing my best not to mispronounce any of the strange words. I understodd some of the, nut my studies of the language of void magic had not yet progressed far enough to understand exactly what was said.

At first nothing seemed to happen. Then a bolt of pain arced through me, sending me sprawling to the floor. I felt a strange crawling sensations all over my body, and it was all I could do to keep myself from brushing away what mu mind was telling me was covering every inch of my skin. Though my blurry vision, I saw thin beams of light arc out from the spell components I could see, all the beams intersecting just above the paper. Suddenly, the pain running through me multiplied and my vision darkened as I was drawn into unconsciousness.

When I awoke, I could tell that something had not gone as planned, if only because I could not feel the weight of any wings on my back. Pushing myself upright on shaky arms, I looked at what was left of the spell circle, the ring flaking off in places and remnants of components crumbling into dust. The small piece of paper I had drawn upon was the only piece that remained intact, its formerly faint lines now replaced by an image of what I had become, a full color rendition of some strange creature.

No. I thought No! What has happened here? Pulling myself upright, I staggered towards the glass that divided me from my sleeping area, dreading what I might see reflected back at me. One look told me that the spell had not gone as planned. Scrabbling through the spell book, I hurriedly looked for the spell I had used. In my haste, I turned the page one too far, revealing the portion of the spell I had not seen before. With trembling fingers I struggled to hold the book steady enough to read what was written.

"Warning." I whispered "This spell is for Chaos lords only. It is supposed that an attempt by any other lord would result in drastic consequences of the darkest kind. Any lord who attempts this does so at their own risk, upon peril of their happiness and life."

Taking another look at what I had become, I said "Well I guess its not all bad. I may not look like a Chaos lord, but I can work with this. And it most certainly is more awe inspiring than my last form." My body had shifted in a way I had not considered, no doubt due to my position as lord of Creepers. Smooth white skin devoid of any imperfections covered my body, sharply contrasting with the black suit I wore. My eyes seemed to me the least changed, still retaining their red-gray hue though they seemed to shine in a much darker manner than before, as if the darkness that inhabited my very soul was trying to make itself known. They seemed to look even more sinister given my complete lack of hair, which gave my face an almost reptilian look, much like that of the Creepers I controlled. Gold fastenings covered my cloths, the black suit jacket unbuttoned and slightly open, revealing the gray and gold striped shirt beneath.

"Yes indeed." I sighed, taking one last look at what I had become "I can work with this. Most defiantly." I turned and left my room, leaving behind the used spell circle, the paper depiction of my new form drifting lazily to the ground, my exit having disturbed its precarious placement and sent it to rest where it had previously been set.

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