Anton Sevarius
By Jake Denton (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
Author's Note: This is the latest fic of mine. It provides a very detailed voyage into the mind of one of the most egotistically driven villains of the "Gargoyles" show. This fic takes place after "Double Jeopardy" but before "Avalon, Parts 1, 2,and 3." This original piece of work is quite possibly the first installment of what may be a new series for me. I hope you enjoy it.
*Taken from the personal journals of Anton Sevarius...
August 7th, 1995.
"Well, I tricked that young upstart Derrick Maza, Xanatos' private bodyguard, into unwillingly becoming a majestic creature. A well-crafted humanoid animal that was hand made by my own DNA splicing. Mr. Xanatos was terrific, as well. He really made it look like that, for a while; at least, he was on the mutation's side. But it was all an act, as the incredibly satisfying result of my life's work believed it for months.
The lowly insignificant fool.
He really was quite easy to transform, unlike the other pitiful test subjects that I forced my mutogen upon. The girl was the least willing of all, attacking my scientists and breaking free in an admirable but utterly futile attempt to escape. When Xanatos' better, how shall we say, soldiers brought the homeless woman to me, and I completed the experimentation, the sad despair in her slanted feline eyes was laughable! How I had so much fun with her! I bet she wishes she had never gone along with me in that freezing alley. Well, it's too late now. What's done is done. Nothing can change her back to human now.
Which is truly perfect."
September 19th, 1995.
"Blast that Goliath!
He and his pathetic excuse for a clan attacked me again, the large winged rat swooping down at me as I approached my car. I detested the feel of those purple arms holding me up! Flying me back to an abandoned laboratory, the arrogant fool gave me an ultimatum: Make a cure for the Mutates, or die. Not quite willing to pass to the other side yet, I agreed and mixed together an antidote for the former...abnormalities. Unfortunately, the one called Talon rejected the "cure" and also prevented the useless feline female from drinking it as well, saying that it wasn't a cure, that it was lethal poison and I wanted to kill him.
He was right about that, but I'd have never admitted it to his jaguar-like face.
He'd have killed me, ripping my face apart, before throwing me like a rag doll to the rest of HIS clan, watching as I would be torn apart into a bloody pile on the floor. A bloody, disgusting pile.
Ugh!
I can't think about it. It still scares me.
But, oh heavens, the look on those pompous freaks' faces when they learned the truth about Xanatos! It was priceless. Never have I had such a feeling of pride. Self-satisfaction as well, knowing that with my own genius combined with Xanatos' cool-as-a-cucumber attitude, we had deceived the Mutates. We had tricked them so well, in fact, that they had nearly killed that cretin Goliath.
It's a pity that they didn't. Oh, well.
A deception, no matter how good it may be, can only be held onto for so long before the real truth is discovered, and all hell breaks loose. Every time."
January 10th, 1996.
"Gods, journal, what a rough night I have had!
Trying to succeed where I had failed with the Mutates, I convinced Owen, Mr. Xanatos' personal assistant, release one of those grayish gargoyle robots to draw a sample of Goliath's blood, and play a part. A very realistic performance of a concerned man whose latest product of technology has gone askew. He did it very well. Goliath was suspicious, of course, but I think the large raisin-colored creature accepted the fabricated tale. Bah, those robots.... Mr. Xanatos calls them the "Steel Clan". What do I call them?
Utter rubbish. A waste of time AND money.
After I extracted a portion of Goliath's life force, I used the small container of gargoyle blood to spawn Thailog, a clone of my great adversary. Thailog, my most intelligent creation yet, is every bit as smart and fierce as his father, and twice as deadly too. He was every bit Goliath, except for being colored different, of course. The downside of my experimentation on the living breathing embodiment of evil that Goliath had called "son". Yippee for me! I finally made something intelligent!
Unfortunately, he was TOO intelligent.
He cleverly used Mr. Xanatos e-mail computer program to lure me to an, the millionaire, and the purple gargoyle to an oil rig in the middle of the Hudson River. The dastardly twin attempted me to murder all three of us, as well as that policewoman Maza, who is Derrick's sister. He would have too, if my cursed foe Goliath had not broken out of his chains and attacked his own lookalike. Goliath and Thailog fought like hungry wolves while Xanatos, Miss Maza, and I made our escapes just as the place went up in flames. Unfortunately for me, the large lavender mass of flesh survived. Curses."
January 11th, 1996.
"Nothing of importance tonight, journal. I have been taking a break from DNA Experimentation for a several days now. I know it isn't like me, but I needed to rest after everything that has already happened in the past year. I HATE Goliath, though. If I could've, I would've made Thailog less smart and more murderous! My enemy would have stood no chance then. My prized work would have made short work of him, then finish the rest of those monsters!"
The End.
So, any comments? Send them to (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
Next Chapter: Brooklyn.
By Jake Denton (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
Author's Note: This is the latest fic of mine. It provides a very detailed voyage into the mind of one of the most egotistically driven villains of the "Gargoyles" show. This fic takes place after "Double Jeopardy" but before "Avalon, Parts 1, 2,and 3." This original piece of work is quite possibly the first installment of what may be a new series for me. I hope you enjoy it.
*Taken from the personal journals of Anton Sevarius...
August 7th, 1995.
"Well, I tricked that young upstart Derrick Maza, Xanatos' private bodyguard, into unwillingly becoming a majestic creature. A well-crafted humanoid animal that was hand made by my own DNA splicing. Mr. Xanatos was terrific, as well. He really made it look like that, for a while; at least, he was on the mutation's side. But it was all an act, as the incredibly satisfying result of my life's work believed it for months.
The lowly insignificant fool.
He really was quite easy to transform, unlike the other pitiful test subjects that I forced my mutogen upon. The girl was the least willing of all, attacking my scientists and breaking free in an admirable but utterly futile attempt to escape. When Xanatos' better, how shall we say, soldiers brought the homeless woman to me, and I completed the experimentation, the sad despair in her slanted feline eyes was laughable! How I had so much fun with her! I bet she wishes she had never gone along with me in that freezing alley. Well, it's too late now. What's done is done. Nothing can change her back to human now.
Which is truly perfect."
September 19th, 1995.
"Blast that Goliath!
He and his pathetic excuse for a clan attacked me again, the large winged rat swooping down at me as I approached my car. I detested the feel of those purple arms holding me up! Flying me back to an abandoned laboratory, the arrogant fool gave me an ultimatum: Make a cure for the Mutates, or die. Not quite willing to pass to the other side yet, I agreed and mixed together an antidote for the former...abnormalities. Unfortunately, the one called Talon rejected the "cure" and also prevented the useless feline female from drinking it as well, saying that it wasn't a cure, that it was lethal poison and I wanted to kill him.
He was right about that, but I'd have never admitted it to his jaguar-like face.
He'd have killed me, ripping my face apart, before throwing me like a rag doll to the rest of HIS clan, watching as I would be torn apart into a bloody pile on the floor. A bloody, disgusting pile.
Ugh!
I can't think about it. It still scares me.
But, oh heavens, the look on those pompous freaks' faces when they learned the truth about Xanatos! It was priceless. Never have I had such a feeling of pride. Self-satisfaction as well, knowing that with my own genius combined with Xanatos' cool-as-a-cucumber attitude, we had deceived the Mutates. We had tricked them so well, in fact, that they had nearly killed that cretin Goliath.
It's a pity that they didn't. Oh, well.
A deception, no matter how good it may be, can only be held onto for so long before the real truth is discovered, and all hell breaks loose. Every time."
January 10th, 1996.
"Gods, journal, what a rough night I have had!
Trying to succeed where I had failed with the Mutates, I convinced Owen, Mr. Xanatos' personal assistant, release one of those grayish gargoyle robots to draw a sample of Goliath's blood, and play a part. A very realistic performance of a concerned man whose latest product of technology has gone askew. He did it very well. Goliath was suspicious, of course, but I think the large raisin-colored creature accepted the fabricated tale. Bah, those robots.... Mr. Xanatos calls them the "Steel Clan". What do I call them?
Utter rubbish. A waste of time AND money.
After I extracted a portion of Goliath's life force, I used the small container of gargoyle blood to spawn Thailog, a clone of my great adversary. Thailog, my most intelligent creation yet, is every bit as smart and fierce as his father, and twice as deadly too. He was every bit Goliath, except for being colored different, of course. The downside of my experimentation on the living breathing embodiment of evil that Goliath had called "son". Yippee for me! I finally made something intelligent!
Unfortunately, he was TOO intelligent.
He cleverly used Mr. Xanatos e-mail computer program to lure me to an, the millionaire, and the purple gargoyle to an oil rig in the middle of the Hudson River. The dastardly twin attempted me to murder all three of us, as well as that policewoman Maza, who is Derrick's sister. He would have too, if my cursed foe Goliath had not broken out of his chains and attacked his own lookalike. Goliath and Thailog fought like hungry wolves while Xanatos, Miss Maza, and I made our escapes just as the place went up in flames. Unfortunately for me, the large lavender mass of flesh survived. Curses."
January 11th, 1996.
"Nothing of importance tonight, journal. I have been taking a break from DNA Experimentation for a several days now. I know it isn't like me, but I needed to rest after everything that has already happened in the past year. I HATE Goliath, though. If I could've, I would've made Thailog less smart and more murderous! My enemy would have stood no chance then. My prized work would have made short work of him, then finish the rest of those monsters!"
The End.
So, any comments? Send them to (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
Next Chapter: Brooklyn.