Chapter 3– The Servants of Nilstat

The evil wizard Vincristine stirred his foul cauldron and laughed, around him his evil colleagues laughed for reasons of their own. All were warlocks of great power, servants of the Dark Lord Nilstat, and they planned to defeat the Alliance even before the war began, by use of foul black magicks.

Vincristine added bitter herbs to the bubbling brew, foul water from deadly poison springs, and delicate periwinkle-blue flowers. A foul incantation passed his lips.

"Catharantus roseus!" He cried. "Vinca rosea! Lochnera! Bwahahahaa!!!"

Behind and around him, his fellow Dark Wizards watched him, and each other. Chief among them were his three wicked brothers, Vinblastine, Vindesine, and Vinorelbine; and their cousins Docetaxel and Altretamine. They watched the other wizards who served Nilstat for they trusted them not; Melphalan of Alkylat, Topotecan who vanquished Kinase, Megestrol of The Curse, Cytarabine the Barren, all the most powerful and evil servants of Nilstat were there. One and all they hated Vincristine (even his kith and kin), feared him, and respected him, for he was the eldest and most famous of their order, although they disputed his claim of being the most powerful.

The cauldron gave forth a hideous yellow-green light that turned all the faces in the chamber sickly and hideous; quickly the light faded to a faint, deep, green glow.

"Behold the curse I have wrought," Said Vincristine quietly, his face aglow with green light and triumph. "The Alliance shall fall to me, even as it begins. None shall lift a blade against Nilstat! Victory is ours, is mine!" All around him, the wizards laughed and exchanged meaningful glances with each other.

"Their very blood and bones shall weaken." Continued Vincristine. "They shall grow wan and pale, they shall sicken as easily as a newborn babe or a dotard - the slightest illness shall overcome them! Their bowels will rebel, they shall be barren forevermore, their hair shall fall away and they shall weep to see their reflections!" Around him, the evil wizards laughed cruelly and heartily. "And those that do not sicken will weaken. They shall grow lame, their legs unable to bear them, their hands unable to hold a sword. The blood shall burn within their veins! They are vanquished! My curse has undone them all!"

The warlocks cried out as one, overcome with enthusiasm, cruelty, and ambition.

But their laughter was short-lived, for in their midst Letrozole the Woman-hater gasped and cried out. He coughed and his face grew damp as he burned with fever. His colleagues had little time to react, for in a trice they all fell ill and, one by one, began to die. All burned with fever; some coughed, some grew sores and blisters, some turned yellow with sickness, some vomited black blood. Soon, all died.

Far away in another warlock's tower, Aviron the Mighty looked into his scrying glass and smiled.

"Victory is ours!" He laughed, and about him the Wizards of the Order of Vaccinia smirked victoriously. "They thought to steal our glory, to smite our enemies themselves and win Nilstat's eternal favor! The fools, they thought only to attack the Alliance, and thought naught of protecting themselves from their own rivals. They have paid, they are dead and WE are Nilstat's favored order of wizards – especially now that we have proven ourselves mightier than they!"

The wizards laughed and congratulated her, caring more that they had overcome their chief rivals among their evil allies, and caring not that they had spared the Alliance to fight on against Nilstat, the Dark Lord whom both orders of wizards served.

For it is written that Evil Turns Upon Itself, and so it was this night; and the next morning the Grand Alliance went on with the business of preparing for war upon Nilstat, never realizing that that night, they had won a great victory.

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