Chapter Seven
"Here you go Sire, a hot bowl of Blood Soup that I believe is cooked better than that head cook in our previous lives could ever fix when it came to everything." Boris commented, as he brought the bowl of the red-hot boiling substance into Victor's lair, and placed it before the evil Fantastic.
"Ahhhh. Thank you Boris. You know, I sent Welling out onto the Earth plane to capture Richards' daughter."
Boris looked at his master, and gasped.
"You have got to be kidding. You trusted our former head cook, who either always messed up, or ate half or more of our meals before serving them to us! I hate to say it Master, but I already think you have let this goal of capturing the youngest Fantastic get to your head. Should I seek Hauptmann, and ask him to take a look at you?"
Victor looked at his most trustworthy servant with a look of bother, and said.
"Boris, there are times where I really do appreciate your unique sense of humor. But now, is not one of those times. You should consider yourself very lucky that you are more than a mere servant to me; you are a friend and confidant. If it were not for that, you would experience extreme consequences for the words you have just said."
The dark Fantastic slurped up a spoonful of his soup, as he continued.
"Besides, despite Welling's actions in his former life, he passed my test for the capture of Marilyn with flying colors."
Suddenly, a loud sniffing sounded from the entrance to Victor's chamber, and in bolted a very husky, sloppily dressed demonic humanoid, Welling, former cook for Victor and his servants in their previous lives. He licked his lips as he stared at the bowl of Blood Soup before Victor, and said.
"Oh Master, you do not realize how hungry that makes me! Can I just have one slurp?"
Welling crawled towards Victor's bowl of soup, ready to get that one slurp. As he pursed his lips, and began to sip, Victor brought down his mighty fist upon the table, and hit so hard, that the bowl of soup levitated into the air, and landed along with spilling its contents upon Welling's head. Welling looked up at his master with apallment, and moaned.
"Now why did you do that? All I wanted was one slurp!"
"You know very good and well why I did that, you CURSED GLUTTON! You would NOT BE HUNGRY if you DID WHAT I ASKED OF YOU!"
Victor let out with rage. He went on.
"Now, you better not try to lie to me, for you told me your plan of capture, via SWALLOWING HER! If you HAD DONE as YOU PROMISED, you WOULD NOT BE HUNGRY RIGHT NOW!"
Welling looked at Victor with tears in his eyes.
"But, you know I'm always hungry Master!"
Victor said in response to Welling's pathetic words.
"You are going to need more than compassion from me to be believed Welling. LOOK INTO MY EYES!"
Like a beggar, Welling said quite desperately.
"Will you give me food if I do so?"
Victor looked around as if thinking, then said with a sardonic smile.
"Yes we will."
Nearby, Boris, who usually disagreed with Victor's ways of handling his loyal followers, wholeheartedly agreed with his handling of Welling. After Victor's response to Welling's rather redundant question, Boris gave the evil Fantastic a wink, as Victor did the same towards him. Then, Victor looked into his subject's eyes. What he saw at first before him made him quite delighted.
"I love how you made your entrance. If she was a mere mortal, that urchin would have been taken off guard."
Victor beheld Marilyn's attack not fazing Welling, Welling's capture of Marilyn, and his getting ready to engulf her within his mouth.
"Hmmm... Perhaps I was wrong about you not completing your mission."
"Yes, yes you were! You may stop looking into my eyes!"
But suddenly, as Welling said that, Victor saw a sight he wished he never saw.
"But, what is this? Another pipsqueak DEFEATING YOU?!"
"Y...y...yes Master. It was some being who could control fire at will!" Welling shuddered.
"It must have been that brat, JOHNNY! I swear, can't anyone do ANYTHING RIGHT! Boris! Cart this one off to INFERNO!"
"B...b...but I HATE HEAT!" Welling hollered as Boris and another demon barely picked him up to take him off.
"Inferno? Sire, I thought you abhorred Mephisto." Boris said in reply to Victor's command.
"I do Boris. But think of what I am doing as this, it will keep Mephisto from suspecting my hate for him. Oh, please do not forget Boris; tell Mephisto I requested that NO FOOD be brought to Welling during his tenure in Inferno."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Welling belted out as he was carried off to Inferno.
"Rather ironic how the very occupation and thing he loves revolves around heat, the very thing he cannot stand." Victor muttered, then yelled.
"NEXT!"
"Here you go Sire, a hot bowl of Blood Soup that I believe is cooked better than that head cook in our previous lives could ever fix when it came to everything." Boris commented, as he brought the bowl of the red-hot boiling substance into Victor's lair, and placed it before the evil Fantastic.
"Ahhhh. Thank you Boris. You know, I sent Welling out onto the Earth plane to capture Richards' daughter."
Boris looked at his master, and gasped.
"You have got to be kidding. You trusted our former head cook, who either always messed up, or ate half or more of our meals before serving them to us! I hate to say it Master, but I already think you have let this goal of capturing the youngest Fantastic get to your head. Should I seek Hauptmann, and ask him to take a look at you?"
Victor looked at his most trustworthy servant with a look of bother, and said.
"Boris, there are times where I really do appreciate your unique sense of humor. But now, is not one of those times. You should consider yourself very lucky that you are more than a mere servant to me; you are a friend and confidant. If it were not for that, you would experience extreme consequences for the words you have just said."
The dark Fantastic slurped up a spoonful of his soup, as he continued.
"Besides, despite Welling's actions in his former life, he passed my test for the capture of Marilyn with flying colors."
Suddenly, a loud sniffing sounded from the entrance to Victor's chamber, and in bolted a very husky, sloppily dressed demonic humanoid, Welling, former cook for Victor and his servants in their previous lives. He licked his lips as he stared at the bowl of Blood Soup before Victor, and said.
"Oh Master, you do not realize how hungry that makes me! Can I just have one slurp?"
Welling crawled towards Victor's bowl of soup, ready to get that one slurp. As he pursed his lips, and began to sip, Victor brought down his mighty fist upon the table, and hit so hard, that the bowl of soup levitated into the air, and landed along with spilling its contents upon Welling's head. Welling looked up at his master with apallment, and moaned.
"Now why did you do that? All I wanted was one slurp!"
"You know very good and well why I did that, you CURSED GLUTTON! You would NOT BE HUNGRY if you DID WHAT I ASKED OF YOU!"
Victor let out with rage. He went on.
"Now, you better not try to lie to me, for you told me your plan of capture, via SWALLOWING HER! If you HAD DONE as YOU PROMISED, you WOULD NOT BE HUNGRY RIGHT NOW!"
Welling looked at Victor with tears in his eyes.
"But, you know I'm always hungry Master!"
Victor said in response to Welling's pathetic words.
"You are going to need more than compassion from me to be believed Welling. LOOK INTO MY EYES!"
Like a beggar, Welling said quite desperately.
"Will you give me food if I do so?"
Victor looked around as if thinking, then said with a sardonic smile.
"Yes we will."
Nearby, Boris, who usually disagreed with Victor's ways of handling his loyal followers, wholeheartedly agreed with his handling of Welling. After Victor's response to Welling's rather redundant question, Boris gave the evil Fantastic a wink, as Victor did the same towards him. Then, Victor looked into his subject's eyes. What he saw at first before him made him quite delighted.
"I love how you made your entrance. If she was a mere mortal, that urchin would have been taken off guard."
Victor beheld Marilyn's attack not fazing Welling, Welling's capture of Marilyn, and his getting ready to engulf her within his mouth.
"Hmmm... Perhaps I was wrong about you not completing your mission."
"Yes, yes you were! You may stop looking into my eyes!"
But suddenly, as Welling said that, Victor saw a sight he wished he never saw.
"But, what is this? Another pipsqueak DEFEATING YOU?!"
"Y...y...yes Master. It was some being who could control fire at will!" Welling shuddered.
"It must have been that brat, JOHNNY! I swear, can't anyone do ANYTHING RIGHT! Boris! Cart this one off to INFERNO!"
"B...b...but I HATE HEAT!" Welling hollered as Boris and another demon barely picked him up to take him off.
"Inferno? Sire, I thought you abhorred Mephisto." Boris said in reply to Victor's command.
"I do Boris. But think of what I am doing as this, it will keep Mephisto from suspecting my hate for him. Oh, please do not forget Boris; tell Mephisto I requested that NO FOOD be brought to Welling during his tenure in Inferno."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Welling belted out as he was carried off to Inferno.
"Rather ironic how the very occupation and thing he loves revolves around heat, the very thing he cannot stand." Victor muttered, then yelled.
"NEXT!"