Angel was surprised that Atlas had allowed for the wounds he had inflicted on her with his sheath and belt to be healed by the doctor he had sent for. She was even more surprised that the doctor confirmed her pregnancy, she was four months and two weeks along. She wasn't happy about the pregnancy, she would have preferred that she have a baby with someone she loved over someone she didn't much care for. It surprised everyone in the palace that she miscarried a week after the doctor confirmed her pregnancy, it was a baby girl and looked as if it had been warped in a few ways. Angel was cleaned up and Atlas did all he could to comfort her, she found out through him that Helen had miscarried three times after Bathilda was born and that, although Bathilda was Helen's daughter Atlas didn't claim her as his due to him not knowing her true paternity. She nodded her head. Atlas brought her gifts, clothing with gold and silver on the fabric, jewelry and books for her to read. Although she accepted the gifts, she did so very uncomfortably. She was not use to this type of attention and she still didn't much like Atlas, she still saw him as a predator. One day while out, wearing one of the new outfits that Atlas had gifted to her, Angel happened to of noticed that both Atlas and Hannibal were walking up some stone cut stairs to the cut out above Atlas' stronghold. Her powers had returned fully so she transformed into a bright red spider and scurried up as fast as she could. When she got to the top she saw that there was a spyglass, a large one, hooked up to the side of the cut out mountain top along with a brown suede bag with a pair of binoculars, a laser gun and rifle and a series of bombs. Atlas looked through the spyglass a few times and would say something in Arabic to Hannibal who would nod his head then write down in a pad. They left a few minutes later, neither noticed that she was there. As soon as they were gone Angel moved her eight Spider legs and went to the spyglass. She looked through it with her eight emerald-green eyes. The spyglass was positioned specifically southwest, in its eye were the three ships. As soon as she saw what was in the spyglass she scurried down the wall of the cut out interior of the mountain and re-entered the palace. She changed to her trueform just before Hannibal walked into her chamber.
"And how are we tah..." Hannibal started to ask but was interrupted.
"What exactly are you and your father planning." Angel demanded. "The spyglass, the bag with the bombs and guns. What's that for?"
"Nothing you need to worry yourself about." Hannibal replied quickly.
"Oh really, the spyglass positioned just so it can spy on my father and his family, the guns and the bombs don't sound like something I would not be worrying about." Angel snorted. "Who do you think I am, Hannibal? I'm not an idiot."
"I have to go, camels and horses need feeding and watering." Hannibal left quickly.
Angel didn't like that quick retreat and she made it obvious by leaving her chamber. Atlas was somewhere about and she started looking. She searched the courtyard, his Throne Room, the garden area then walked outside. She found him saddling up a camel, Hannibal and Julius were nearby. As soon as Hannibal saw her he shrank back, Atlas noticed this and looked back. When he saw her he left the camel he was saddling and went to her. He grabbed her hands and turned her around, his mouth was by her ear.
"Yeh head back in now." Atlas demanded. "No need to come out."
"I take it you are heading out to deal with my famous old man." Angel said.
"I is doin' what I is doin' fah a reason, Angel." Atlas kissed her neck and gently pushed her towards the palace. "I be back soon."
"I won't be here." Angel turned around. "If you're heading out to do something stupid, I'm not going to be here when you come back."
"Yes yeh will!" Atlas grabbed and shook her twice. "I gots supplies to git, Angel. I gots tings to do. Yeh be heh when I gits back or else..."
"Or else what, Attie-Boy?" Angel mocked him.
As if in reply Atlas took his sword half out of its sheath, Angel remembered well the week before and, although she didn't want to go through it again, she would if she had to. She faked a shiver then turned around and went back to the palace. She heard Atlas return to Hannibal and Julius then she saw them ride out, each had laser guns held across their laps. The minute they passed by her she transformed into a Gazelle and followed. Gazelle's were frequent visitors inside the mountain stronghold of Atlas' and when she ran through the streets no one batted an eyelash or asked any questions. She exited the mountain stronghold then ran gleefully along, following the Camel tracks left by Atlas and his sons. They went far, much farther than the ships near the Bahariya Oasis, she noticed. When they continued on, going far deeper into the desert, Angel stopped following them and turned. She ran on, jumping gleefully, enjoying the freedom. Her fiery red coat cast a shine in the sun and it was what attracted her grandfather, who was out on the hunt for lunch.
KurukVile stared in awe at the female Gazelle, marveling in her sleek and finely red coat and them nice long horns that had a slight curvature. He had been scouting the desert for hours, waiting patiently for lunch to pass by and this one was just too fine to pass up. He had also been scouting the area, looking for his granddaughter. Triskull and TazirVile had gone to the mountains, they had decided to scale them and see if there were any camps around, so far none of the tribes his wife had mentioned a week ago had been seen. He popped up strongly when the Gazelle hopped over him and he thrust up the spear that he had. When it went through the Gazelle's front left leg he grumbled and pulled the spear out. The Gazelle limped off, blood mixing with its red fur, when he got up from his sandy hiding place he saw, to his amazement, the Gazelle turn towards him.
"Gazelle meat for lunch," he laughed. "I love it!"
"You will love eating meat from your own granddaughter?" the Gazelle spoke. "That is sick!"
KurukVile stood with his mouth open, his eyes bugged out wide when the Gazelle transformed in front of him. When the fur fell off and the hooves changed into hands and feet, he saw that he had made a terrible mistake. Angel, his own granddaughter, stood before him, her arm had a hole in it just under the elbow. They stared at each other for a short while, KurukVile took in that his granddaughter had marks on her shoulders, when she turned and started to run he saw bruises and thin lash marks on her back. He took two stunned steps forward then drew his arm back and threw the spear in his hand. The spear made a whistling noise as it flew through the air and Angel yelled out in pain when it impaled through her leg. She collapsed, her leg broken from the force of the spear, and turned towards her grandfather, who was walking up to her. When he got close she held her hands up and made an air blast that pushed him back. He shook his head then started yelling.
"Granddaughter in front of me downpower! Magic become dulled, grow weak and dissipate!" he yelled at her. "Make the injured one vulnerable!"
Her magical abilities stopped as if a faucet had been turned off, she stared up at her grandfather fearfully, she grabbed the spear that was in her leg and pulled, the pain grew so bad she had to stop. When her grandfather got to her he yanked the spear out then snatched her up. He wrapped his arm around her middle and carried her with one arm, in his other hand he still had the spear. Angel punched him and kicked out, she splashed blood everywhere and made trails of blood form for a mile before she grew tired and stopped. When KurukVile got back to his camp he dropped her in the sand then started shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Vile! Dara Dara! Rita! Rito! Irka!" he shouted. "Come see what I found in the desert. A very fine and wonderful surprise for all of us!"
They all came out of their respective ships almost at once, and almost all of them stopped dead in their tracks and gasped when they saw Angel, a huddled bloody mess, in the sand near KurukVile's feet. Master Vile, once he saw her, ran forward and grabbed her up. He turned her to face him and shook her hard, so hard that her teeth clacked against each other. When he was done shaking her he slapped her hard enough for her cheek to become a black the next morning. He spoke words in Vilian which she couldn't understand then he threw her back. Her leg snapped in two underneath of her and she screamed in pain, it was the scream that made Hannibal who was in back of the camel group traveling to el-Bawiti that was located near the Bahariya Oasis turn back, Atlas and Julius never noticed that he was riding back in the direction that they had come.
"A surprise indeed but I wouldn't be surprised if she escaped that brute of a man!" Rita said, she walked up. "Look at the scars on her back and shoulders, dad. I saw that man strike her with his sheath."
"That man when I see him next will be castrated in a most ruthless way!" Master Vile yelled. "Lynster!"
"Yes O' Vile one?" Lynster ran up and bowed.
"Take my daughter-mate to the dungeon of my ship and lock her up tight." Master Vile ordered. "Have Synster tend her leg, mend it well then leave her be. Got me?"
"Crystal, Master." Lynster bowed again, he went forward and wrapped his arm around Angel's shoulders and helped her up.
Lynster did as he was told, he half carried Angel to the dungeon and locked her inside then went and got his sister who had arrived the day before to help him. When Synster walked in Angel remember her one encounter with her well. Synster was Lynster and Finster's twin sister, they were all Claydo's from the same litter. Synster had jet black fur with no fading around the eyes or muzzle and she had bright blue eyes like her brothers. She was wearing a dress of yellow, very bright, with brown sandals and a brown belt around her waist. She had a gold chain around her neck. She was about five inches shorter than her brothers. When Synster started mending Angel's leg she noticed the scars on Angel's back, shoulders and rump.
"You best tell The Great Vile about how torn up his daughter is." Synster told her brother. "She's got whiplashes all over her backside."
"He knows and is very angry about it." Lynster sighed. "That gray haired man..."
"Atlas, the man's name is Atlas." Angel spoke up.
"Whoever his name is has his days marked." Lynster growled. "No one has the right to touch the Master's daughter-mate."
Synster worked quickly but efficiently, she placed to boards against Angel's left leg then bound them with a heavy bandage. Angel yelled and pushed her off several times, with no magic she had to rely on her fighting smarts, Synster would shake her off every time then would return to finish the job. When her leg was mended both Synster and Lynster left the cell, Lynster locked her up with a key and a heavy duty chain. Once she was alone Angel struggled to her feet then grabbed the bars of her cell and tried to find a weak point. She shook each bar as much as she could but found each was properly fixed in their spots. She stayed standing, leaving against the cell's bars. She stayed that way for a short while before she started feeling the pain in her stomach and abdomen that made he drop to the floor beneath. Her leg hurt her from her falling but her stomach and abdomen hurt more. She wrapped her arms around her and banged her head back against the cell bars. She had just opened her mouth to yell out when the door to the dungeon opened. Her father walked in coolly and stood in front of the cell she was in, he watched her with his anger-filled golden-yellow eyes for, what seemed to Angel, a long five seconds before he knelt down and stretched his hand out to her.
"That man cannot claim you." he said as he pressed his hand firmly down on her abdomen. "And I won't let him. You are my daughter and my mate, get use to it."
"Neither of you can claim me." Angel said, being fully relieved and, thoroughly confused, when the pain left her after her father's hand pressed against her stomach. "Especially you."
"Silence!" Master Vile yelled. "The first thing you are going to do is apologise to me then you're going to apologise to your grandparents."
"For what?" Angel demanded.
"For aborting my child, their great-grand child and for breaking into your grandparents home." Master Vile replied.
"If you think I'm going to apologise for the kid being lost, sorry old man." Angel glared at her father. "I don't do incest."
Master Vile roared something incoherently then unlocked the cell, when the cell's door wouldn't open he looked down then tore the heavy duty chain off, he didn't bother unlocking the chain he just tore it off. This action made Angel press her back against the back of the cell, she wrapped her hands around the bars and started shivering. Master Vile charged in and grabbed her by her shoulders, with one hard turn he threw her out of the cell. She screamed out in pain when she fell on her mended broken leg on the floor and tried to get up but the boards that had made her leg stay straight prevented her from doing so. Her father loomed over her and grabbed her up, he was none to kind in forcing her out of the dungeon. She had no choice but to hobble on one leg to walk, everytime she applied any weight to her broken leg she felt great pain which made her body break out in a sweat.
TazirVile stood in his burgundy tuxedo with a long tail, the belled cuffs were white as was his shirt, and his burgundy shoes waiting, when he saw the girl that had sent him flying in the air and landing in the hot sand with an impressive fire attack he crossed his arms, his little daughter copied her father, when he saw what she was wearing he quickly pushed his young daughter behind him. Cyla came from his ship and stood next to him, she had treated the wounds on his backside and had quite a bit to say to the fiery redhead that was being forced from her grandson's ship. Triskull placed his hand almost in front of his face, his niece's outfit he didn't much like. Angel was wearing a red loin cloth that had gold tassels hanging from it, the loin cloth only went but a five inches down the thighs then stopped, she had a very tight red bra piece on that also had gold tassels hanging from it, the bra piece was on so tight he could see the edge of her nipples. On her arms she had red arm bands with ruby designs and a gold Lotus necklace that had red beads between the gold Lotus'.
Angel was embarrassed by her outfit, she knew she had a lot of eyes on her because her outfit barely held her in and she knew she had one angry father behind her because she was wearing it. She lost her balance after her father pushed her and she fell into a circle made in the sand. She didn't stay lying on the sand for long before her grandfather grabbed her up by her arms. He turned her around quick and held her tight. Angel's father was tearing the lower part of his robe off of him, when he was done he wrapped her up in it then slapped her in the face. She shook her head a few times then glared at him, that made him slap her again.
"There's something you are going to say to me now, young lady." Master Vile walked up close to her. "Say it!"
"Say what that you're fucking breath smells horrible!" Angel coughed loudly. "Brush your fangs!"
"You took the life of our child, our first child." Master Vile yelled at her. "Apologise!"
"Fuck you!" Angel screamed.
Master Vile slapped her three times in the face then smacked her stomach. The Cesarian wound had healed on the outside but on the inside it was still unhealed and she gasped in pain. She saw that brother of her grandfather carrying his daughter over to his ship then give her a gentle push inside before returning. Master Vile got her attention back quickly with another smack in the stomach. She coughed up blood and a yellowish substance which had been the works of her early lunch.
"Say it!" Master Vile yelled. "You say it now! I'm thoroughly pissed at you, we are mates! You are suppose to have our children, we are suppose to raise our children with love not destroy them!"
"Good be pissed!" Angel screamed. "I have no intention of mothering any of your kids."
"Bring me my poker!"
Angel belted out that she was sorry for aborting her and her father's offspring after her father had pressed the red hot fireplace poker to her stomach, legs and chest ten times. When it came to apologizing to her grandfather for breaking into his house and making a mess she plain refused to apologize for a full ten minutes. KurukVile had a different punishment for her than the hot poker, he used a cold bar to get her to apologize. After thirty minutes Angel was exhausted, her throat was raw from screaming in pain and her body hurt her so much. KurukVile got what he wanted, he got his apologee, Master Vile motioned for him to take over restraining his daughter but KurukVile remained where he was, which was standing directly in front of Angel who's head was hanging low and her chest was heaving up and down, sweat was really rolling off of her body now, the torn robe that her father had wrapped around her was drenched.
"You have something that belongs to me." KurukVile cupped Angel's chin and gently pulled her head up. "Where is it?"
"Wh-where is what?" Angel breathed heavily.
"My Dacops Crystal." KurukVile said. "The Dacops Crystal that you stole from me."
Cyla walked forward and stared hard at Angel, she couldn't believe how beautiful her great-granddaughter was, she was beautiful in a photograph but one would have to see her in person to really see that beauty. Angel locked eyes with her for a second then looked back at her grandfather. The Dacops Crystal was safe, but she had no intention of telling her grandfather that. A click made her look back at Cyla, she couldn't put her finger on who the woman was, Angel thought she had seen her before but she wasn't sure.
"My Crystal!" KurukVile shouted in her face when she didn't answer. "Where is it?"
"Destroyed!" Angel yelled. "I fell on it after I teleported here, it shattered in a million pieces."
"You lie!" KurukVile punched her in the stomach, she gasped loudly. "If it was destroyed I'd now! A purple light would be seen throughout the universe if it would have been destroyed!"
"That Crystal is property of my brothers." TazirVile walked up. "It can only be claimed and used by my brother, you're putting yourself is a lot of danger for keeping it hidden."
KurukVile punched her in the stomach twice more then grabbed her and body slammed her to the sand. Master Vile stared in stunned disbelief, he didn't try to stop his father from beating his daughter but when he saw his father head into a fit of anger and drop to his knees before his daughter and start pulling her by her legs towards him, she was reaching behind her grabbing what all she could which was plain sand, his eyes grew wide and he charged. He kicked his father hard in the ribs, the force of the kick sent KurukVile flying two feet. Master Vile leaned down and grabbed Angel by the waist, he picked her up and held her close, his golden-yellow eyes were now holding a new emotion; love and protection. When KurukVile ran forward Master Vile swung his fist, his father dropped to one knee then stood up.
"Enough!" Cyla demanded. "If he can't get the information from her then you do it, Vile. Where is the Dacops Crystal that my son owns, ask her that."
"It don't call for him to rape her." Master Vile held Angel closer. "Angel, where is the Crystal you took from your grandfather?"
"I wasn't going to rape her, Son." KurukVile shouted. "She's your mate, I have no right of touching her in that way and I wouldn't anyways. See what you can get, try hard. I want my Crystal."
Master Vile held his daughter close, he gently unwrapped the part of his robe he had torn from himself and let it fall to the ground. He traced with his fingers the scars on her back and shoulders gently, she shivered as he did so and that made him feel excited. There was a red scarf around her neck which was tied on enough so it wouldn't show his brand, he removed that and traced his fingers over his brand. Angel lifted her head when he started speaking in her ear, he spoke a few sweet words to her in Vilian then asked her aloud where the Dacops Crystal was. Angel shook violently three times, she had no idea why but she had gotten the pain again in her stomach and abdomen, when Master Vile noticed he pressed his hand against her pained areas and the pain left her. He asked her three more times, the third time he was brushing her hair back from her face.
"I-i-it's safe." Angel said finally. "In a box, in a mountain."
"What mountain?" KurukVile pressed his body up against her and spoke in her ear. "Where?"
"Shaiyb al-Banat." Angel lied. "Deep inside, there's a cave. The Crystal is there."
"Good girl!" KurukVile patted her head. "Vile, I suggest you bathe her good. These marks are not made by us, they're permanent."
Master Vile completely exploded a few hours later, it wasn't because Angel was fighting him ruthlessly, he had expected that and he was glad for it as it meant her spirit had not been broken by the gray haired man. No, it was because during her forced bath he discovered something. He washed her himself, keeping his hand on her should to keep her from leaping out of the gray porcelain tub that rested on short stubby chicken legs. He washed her hair thoroughly, taking special care to not tear any strands from her scalp or scrape her skin with his nails, then he rubbed her body with a sponge gently. It was when he went low to clean her girlie parts that she pulled back painfully and grimaced so bad that her eyes closed tight and she grabbed the sides of the tub with her hand. He had been cleaning her very gently, this pained response took him by surprise and he investigated it soon after he was finished bathing her. He healed her leg so it wasn't broken anymore and that made her a much stronger fighter, since now she had both legs to balance her weight with.
After her bath he had tightly held her to him and carried her to his bedroom chamber were he lay her on his bed. She pushed him back and tried to use her magical abilities on him which made him laugh slightly. His laughter ended when he ran his index finger between her legs and she dropped to her back on the bed, yelled and pulled back in pain. He had a wrist ring form around one of her wrists and fastened a chain to it to keep her in his bedroom chamber then he spread her legs. One look was enough for him to know her recent history. Despite the bath, she was really raw and dry between her legs, as if she had been forced into a sexual relationship. The muscle of her inner thighs were sore and bruised as if the male partner had forced her into the appropriate position. When he inserted his finger into her to check the inside of her delicate part she sent up a scream which reverberated throughout his ship and be heard outside.
"I want a security system put up now!" Master Vile yelled after exiting his bedroom chamber. "One that will tell us if anyone or anything has entered our camp!"
"Vile honey what's wrong?" Irka ran up.
"Dad, something wrong?" Rita asked, she had just walked outside of the ship. "You look pissed."
"Lynster! Kelso! Nygiti!" Master Vile roared.
"Sir!" Lynster, Kelso and Nygiti ran up together.
"Put up the system now! Our most powerful one! If anyone enters, you waste no time to alert me!" Master Vile ordered. "Keep an eye open for that gray haired male. I want him caught and brought to me. He's a criminal for touching my daughter!"
Cyla ran from TazirVile's KiSku ship and grabbed Vile's hands, he yanked them away then started pacing, KurukVile and TazirVile ran from their ships, both tried to calm Master Vile but neither were able to. Rita and Rito stayed a distance from their father, Triskull and Dara Dara called out to their brother, asking what was wrong. Irka ran forward and wrapped her son in a hug but he pushed her off, she had never seen him this angry. He was blubbering, he was pacing, his hands were fists and he was kicking up sand with his feet. Irka had a feeling it was Angel that had gotten him so upset and she turned to head into her son's ship, she had just entered the ship when she was stopped in her tracks. He mouth dropped in shock and she stood in stunned disbelief for a few seconds before bolting out of her son's ship to her and her husband's own. She went to the medical room and collected all the medicine she had that would treat intense injuries such as, she was sure, Angel had. When she ran out of the SkuCoil she saw that her husband was fighting with her son. She didn't bother silencing them, they had been fighting for a long time now, it was up to them to fix their issues together. She ran to the SkullTerra and disappeared inside, Dara Dara ran after her saying she was going to help.
"That man has brutally raped my daughter!" Master Vile roared. "And by looks of it she has had a baby!"
"What?" KurukVile grabbed his son and turned him around so he was facing him. "Repeat that, please."
"She's as raw as a butchered Groose down there Old Man!" Master Vile yelled in his face. "She's raw inside and out and bruised badly on her inner thighs."
"How do you know she's had a baby?" TazirVile asked.
"Besides when I inserted my finger to check she screamed in agony," Master Vile turned towards his uncle. "when I pulled my finger out there was still blood and material inside her that she is dispelling."
"A miscarriage, obviously she had a miscarriage recently." TazirVile replied.
Master Vile returned to his daughter after he calmed down some, he let his mother and sister tend her when he found them in his bedroom chamber. He sat down in his dark red chair with the dark gray cushion and simply listened, he didn't watch but he listened. Irka found a problem as soon as she started trying to tend her granddaughter, Angel was still wild with fight and although she was glad for it, she deeply worried. She had Dara Dara hold Angel down as she medicated and asked questions, Angel screamed twice in pain when the medication was applied, she twisted and turned while lying on her back, trying to get away, but Dara Dara held her tightly down. Angel answered none of her questions and Irka felt that that was because she was hiding something. She had brought a truth telling potion with her and had Dara Dara hold Angel's head still. Irka placed her fingers on either side of Angel's nose and closed it, Angel struggled to breathe but she didn't open her mouth, at least not for a few seconds then gasped her mouth open. Irka was quick to pour the potion then she clamped her granddaughter's mouth closed. When Angel swallowed the potion she released her hold and stepped back. Angel gasped three times then became still, her head was lying on the side of the pillow her head was on, her arms and legs had stopped moving.
"What happened to you?" Irka asked her granddaughter. "What's been going on this past month and a half?"
"I've been forcibly added to Atlas' harem." the potion forced the truth out of Angel.
"Who is Atlas?" Irka asked, she noticed that her son had stood up. "What does he look like?"
"He has gray hair, brown eyes and a hooked nose." Angel answered, her body started struggling and she turned her head, her emerald-green eyes were wide open with shock.
"What has he done to you?" Master Vile asked.
"He wouldn't leave me alone, wouldn't listen..." Angel was now really struggling, her eyes showed their great shock at her answering the questions she was being asked.
"You had a baby by him, how long ago?" Irka asked.
"I was four months and three weeks along." Angel answered. "Miscarried two days ago."
"That's why she's so sore." Irka turned to her son. "Not only will the man not leave her alone but she just lost the baby."
"I'm glad she did." Master Vile said through clenched teeth. "She won't be carrying another by him. I'll take care of him... good and proper."
Irka asked a few more questions before the potion wore off and Angel started taking back what she had said. Irka found out that there was a tribe of people someplace that the man led and when she asked about the group that Angel was seen with she was completely surprised by the answer. Master Vile merely nodded his head after Angel truthfully told how the group had consisted of the man's, Atlas', children which included two grown son's and a grown daughter, and his wife and her mother, Helen of Earth. When she mentioned the two twin girls and the harem girls he brushed her hair back and kissed her on her forehead. It was at that moment that the potion wore off. He gave Angel a few promises then kissed her lips before exiting his bedroom chamber.
Hannibal had found and followed the trails of blood to Master Vile's camp, he scouted the camp and did a head count before ducking below the dune he was hiding behind. There was a post in the center of the camp and Angel was being brought to it. The second he had seen her he had gasped in shock. He ran to his camel and mounted quickly. With a smack of his riding crop he sent his camel racing across the desert back towards his father and brother, who had just reached el-Bawiti. They had noticed he was missing and, although concerned, had gone ahead with getting supplies. They stocked up the pack camels with food and packages of medication, alcohol and other items before mounting their riding camels and heading back. They rode for a few hours with their laser guns laying across their laps then slid them back when they reached the tunnel that led to their people. Hannibal, having had a feeling to head for the tunnel after seeing camel tracks and camel excrete heading in that direction, tracks and excrete that were fairly fresh, reached them just as they appeared on the other side of the tunnel.
"Ab!" Hannibal exclaimed. "Homa andi ha!"
Atlas was frantic with both concern and anger, a group of his people offered to help unload the camels and he accepted. he ran into his palace and grabbed two swords, extra ammunition, a bull whip and a large bag of bombs, special made by his alchemists which would explode in a purple smoke and send anyone close flying, most of the time the bombs would simply stun those who were thrown but sometimes the bombs didn't work and that was only a quarter of the time. He grabbed all of this and his fastest horse. When he rounded his palace he saw that Julius and Hannibal were ready, there was a small military of fifty men behind them ready to assist. He nodded his head, mounted his horse then led his group out. When he exited the tunnel that led to his people he wrapped a black veil over his face, masking his identity. His brown eyes had grown increasingly angry but he did not voice his anger, he simply rode his horse at a canter in front of his unit.
Master Vile had moved Angel from his bedroom chamber on the advice of his father, he didn't like using his daughter-mate as bait. He had grabbed his sword and was standing close by her, but not too close as she had transformed into a Tiger with bright red fur, whenever he did try to get close she'd lunge at him and try to either bite or slash at him with her claws. EshalVile had been locked inside her father's ship, TazirVile had a sword that's blade was transparent, gold dust that was swishing around in water could be seen from the transparent blade, the grip was gold with a ruby and an aquamarine gem were on either side of the guards. KurukVile and Triskull had their swords, Irka and Dara Dara had their sai's. Cyla stood by with her double bladed sword, a pretty aquamarine bladed sword with a full gold grip. Angel would rear up on her hind legs periodically and try to slip from the collar around her neck, the collar was magic and would either grow or shrink with her transformations, it could only be removed by the key that was in Master Vile's pocket.
"He'll probably come with reinforcements." Master Vile said when his father walked up beside him. "I want that man captured alive, destroy the rest."
"I feel the same way." his father patted him on the shoulder.
Angel transformed from a Tiger to a Rhesus macaque, her bright red fur shone brilliantly against the sand, she tried to take the collar off but found she couldn't so she transformed into a bug, still finding herself unable to remove the collar she got frustrated and changed to her true form, which was clothed in a much better set of clothes which covered her body. She made a frustrated sound, threw her hands up into her hair then dropped to the sand with her legs crossed Indian style. Master Vile, when he saw her in her trueform and not one of her masks, walked over and placed one of his hands on her shoulder. She pushed it off of her harshly which he laughed at, he patted her shoulder then simply stood beside her.
"I'm taking her from this planet." Master Vile said. "A mother who lets her husband have a harem then accepts her husband's decision to add her own daughter to his harem is sick. Not what I want my daughter to experience."
"Sounds good, Son." KurukVile replied.
"We have company." TazirVile said. "Over there, eleven o' clock."
Atlas was confused, he saw the Tiger then when he took three more looks he saw a monkey and then nothing. When he changed the length of his spyglass and looked through it, he finally saw Angel. He saw Master Vile's hand on her and that made him feel jealous, when he saw a being with red hair that had light blue skin run from the Kite-shaped ship, place a burlap bag over Angel's head then grabbed her up he had to hold himself together. He let the woman drag Angel to the ship, he figured that was a safe place for Angel, a place where she would not be harmed by the fight that would begin as soon as the sun reached its highest point in the sky, which was only fifteen minutes off.
The second the burlap sack had been placed over her head she had started fighting, she was still fighting when she was thrown into a cell and locked in. She turned around and tried to use an elemental attack but found herself still prevented from doing so. The dungeon she was in was far different from the one her father, and grandfather, had. This one had three cells, all gold, with a wooden floor that had a burnished copper finished to it. There were hooks on the wall that whips and some sort of whip-like lasso hung from. There was a long stone table with four silver painted chairs that had burgundy cushions on them in the far back of the room and a leather chair sat directly in front of her. She blinked her eyes twice when they settled on the woman sitting in the chair.
The woman in the chair had red hair, but not fiery red hair like hers, with a few strands of it dyed purple, and beady light blue eyes. She wore a black dress that was a shimmery red on the breast part down the middle of the body with shimmery red bell cuffs, the woman was sitting with her legs crossed so she could see that she had red heels on her feet. The woman had red blush, eyeshadow and lipstick on her and a gold banded ring on her finger that held a red diamond. She barely had a nose and that was when it sunk in of who the woman was for Angel.
"You know who I am, don't you child?" Cyla asked when she saw Angel looking at her.
"Cyla, second wife of DuruVile. Mother of my grandfather." Angel replied.
"Good girl, you know your lineage well I see." Cyla stood up, Angel saw she stood a good six feet tall, the dress she wore went down to the floor. "You've given your father a run for his money. Time to shape up now."
"Go fly a kite, Banshira." Angel snarled.
"My... former husband would have lopped your head from your shoulders had he heard such words." Cyla sounded annoyed. "But, he would be proud to accept you into the family though."
"I'm glad then that he's gone for good." Angel growled. "I have enough male problems."
"Gone for good?" Cyla repeated. "That passage of my former husband being killed on Wren8 was half incorrect."
"Huh?" Angel gasped.
"He's alive." Cyla reported. "I've sent him a message on this situation and he is coming. It'll be a nice, big, family reunion."
"Oh shit!" an explosion outside made Angel charge at the cell and try to get out. Cyla laughed when she saw her great-granddaughter's action.