Beep

Beep

Beep

The small line blipped in a slow even rhythm on the screen. He stared lifelessly at it, his sapphire eyes glazed over with boredom. Golden strands of hair fell over his emotionless face. The glow of the holographic computer screen was the only thing illuminating his cold, silver office. Here he sat- the greatest programmer in the entire Lost City, the creative genius who perfected the Eternal Sphere. He sighed as he admitted the sad, sad truth.

He had writer's block.

There was no other way to describe it. After aiding in the creation of the entire universe, there was nothing else to make. He, who along with his sister designed the shimmering coast of the Hyda planets and the vast red deserts of Sol VI, was fresh out of ideas. He had the worst sickness known to 4D kind--boredom.

"Luther, you've been staring at that screen for the past hour. What's wrong?" asked the sister stated above, Blair. She brought him tea in a silver cup (surprise, surprise). He could hear the jingling of her pyramid-shaped earrings. If anyone could help him, it was her. She was the only person in the Sphere Corporation that he trusted.

He turned around and pouted playfully. "Blaaair, I'm boooored!" he said jokingly.

Blair smiled and touched his forehead with her gloved hand. "Oh dear, dear. It looks bad," she said with a smirk.

Luther slumped in his chair. "I don't know what to do. I have a few requests from the richer players of Sphere to make a few worlds for them, but they're all so stupid. 'Oooh make me a perfect utopia!' one asks. 'I want a beer volcano and a stripper factory!' one says (Blair giggled, and Luther gave her a copy of the written request, which almost made her fall over with spasms of booming laughter). You write more code than I do these days, so you must experience this every day. What should I do?"

Blair thought for a second. "Well, whenever I have writer's block I play Sphere. It's like a vacation. And usually, the things you find give you ideas."

Luther grinned. "That sounds like a good idea. But I'd like to go somewhere . . .unpopular. I'd rather not be recognized by the other players, for obvious reasons." He pointed to the pile of letters.

"Well, that rules out Expel, Earth, and Hyda," Blair said, "I know! You could go to Elicoor II! That planet's one of our Easter eggs. It's so far away from the other popular planets that no one has found it yet."

"Why is it an egg?" Luther asked.

Blair smiled mischieviously. "You'll see when you get there!"

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"Look, all I'm saying is that we should strike them now while we have the chance!"

She was late. She could tell because Vox's voice, despirate for battle and bloodshed, was echoing off the walls. His voice was hungry, like a wild animal that smelled the blood of the innocent. Her painted lips smirked as she listened to his pleas echoing on the walls accompanied by the sound of her robe's expensive lace running on the cold cobblestone floors of Airyglyph castle. She opened the heavy wooden door to the conference room with one dainty, gloved hand.

"Hello, boys. What did I miss?" Her voice was thick and sweet like honey, and the two beastly men that sat before her, along with the king and her uncle, silenced their heated voices.

"Oh, Hell," said the young man with the braids, "It's the harbinger of chaos and discord herself. Why are you here, Sabella?"

She smiled gently. "It's so nice to see you too, Alby-kins," she taunted while playfully batting his long braids. He scowled as his hand grasped the hilt of his sword. She beat him to it. "Now, now. Alby. Such rash actions in front of His Majesty could get you thrown out of here, you know," her voice continued to taunt him, suffocating him like the strong perfume she wore.

She took her seat across from an elderly man by the name of Count Woltar. She bowed respectfully to him and the king. "Of course, I'm here to help with this unfortunate war that plagues our kingdom," she turned her gaze to Vox who understood her subtle hint.

The monstrous duke glared at her. "The battlefield is a man's world. We have no need for your interference."

Sabella laughed. "May I remind you that the Aquarian front is almost entirely composed of women, and yet you haven't been able to breach it since the blasted war began? Also, I wouldn't be here if your troops weren't so incompetent, Voxy-Woxy-Poo

. . ."

"That's enough, Sabella," Woltar said softly. Sabella nodded obediently and sat back in her chair while slowly fanning herself. She felt the tense air in the room. She had done her job well.

The king cleared his throat. "It is as Baroness Sabella says. I have brought her here because I believe that her group could be of some use to us. She has numerous well trained and exceedingly loyal spies and assassins at her command."

"But sire!" Vox exclaimed, "We already have such officers at our command! Why involve a third party?"

"How many of your spies are working as double agents?" Sabella asked.

"None!" Vox said gruffly.

Sabella pulled a richly decorated notebook out of her cloak and lightly tossed it on the table "Here is a list of all your spies and the information that they've been trafficking to the enemy. You'd be surprised how many traitors you have in your court, Your Majesty."

King Airyglyph was impressed. How a girl at her age trained spies better than the entire Glyphian army's was surprising. But then again, she did live with her Uncle Woltar for most of her life.

"Very well, then. It is decided. I look forward to working with you in the future, Baroness," said the king as he firmly shook her hand.

Sabella stood and bowed deeply. "As do I, Your Majesty. As do I."

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"Why are you such a nuisance?" Albel asked on the way out of the castle.

"What do you mean?" Sabella replied innocently.

"Every time you come, you bait Vox and me. You'd stop, if you know what's good for you."

"Don't tell me you don't like watching that pompous bastard squirm? You looked rather cute yourself, Alby-kins!"

"Shut up-"

"Oh, what am I today, Albel: A worm, a maggot, or a fool?"

She felt the wind that came from Albel's katana and the sharp blade against her neck. If she had taken one more step, she wouldn't need to worry about a "next time" with Vox. Of course, she also knew that Albel knew that she wouldn't move.

"Until next time, Albel the Wicked," she said while glancing at him.

"Later, Sabella the Matron," he grunted.

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In case you were wondering why Luther was acting so OOC, it's because this is set before the main events of the game. This story attempts to explain why Luther waited until he did to destroy the universe, and also because there aren't enough Luther fics here.

I hope you like it. - Please R&R and tell me what you think! I promise it will get more romantic when they actually meet eachother.