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Thank you Jurodan, for being my very first beta reader! For those of you that have read this story without his editing service, I thank you for putting up with my errors and slightly misplaced thoughts. Now on to the story! Enjoy!
CHRONICLES OF AZARATH
CHAPTER SIX
Covenant
"Like a Tyrant King, he will claim his throne," – Anonymous.
The false, one-winged gazed at the red gem clasped in his fist with an almost loving expression. He shifted his gaze to the living battery that his subjects had captured. "Who knew they had such a use?" he asked himself and left the generator room.
Pressed into a metal that was shaped into a cross, a lone Tamaranean stood there against her will. She was bound by cold metal and thick wires were connected to a sphere of glass that was around her hands. She could feel her energy being drained from her body. She had struggled against the machine but only ended in draining her faster.
She turned her head and a tear trickled down her face at what she had not previously seen. There were six others as she was. All being drained of their energy to fuel the space ship they were on. She looked up and saw that the glass covering over them was only filtering out the extreme heat of the Tamaranean sun but nothing else. Her body could not stop converting solar energy into useable energy for her. She was stuck in this cycle, a limitless source of power for her captors….
A creature, one that she had yet to see before walked up to her. It was humanoid in shape though more slender. Its skin was a deep green and had smears of black. He was wearing some sort of suite that kept his body moist, he was clearly amphibious. He turned his blue, reptile-like eyes to a pair of Azarathians that had brought medical equipment with them. He pressed a button on the side of the machine that held her and she was lowered so that the Azarathian could work on her.
He smiled sweetly at her when he saw her look of pure hatred, "You should be glad that you're here, at least you're alive." He laughed then grabbed what looked like a mask with a tube coming from it. "You're still a bio-organic being and as such, you will need food."
He nodded to one of his helpers. His eyes glowed orange and he took control over her body not her mind. The 'doctor' the eased the tube down her throat and into her stomach so that she could be force-fed. He nodded to the other Azarathian and he enveloped thin tubes that he eased into her body and to her lungs so that she was able to breathe. The doctor connected the tubes to a tank that contained different amounts of oxygen and sedatives. He smiled to himself now that his work on her was done, he had six more to do.
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Akaröth stood alone in a cave. The wind whistled in from outside and made the candles flicker. He used his strange magics to levitate the red gem that he and obtained from Starfire's soul and let it float in the center of his summoning circle. He channeled his power into the stone and it sent a red beam of light to the center of the circle. The complex, arcane symbols glowed with power and four red eyes appeared on the cave wall.
"KYOCÉ DÆUR TEAL'C GA'ĨNE?" A bodiless voice asked. It was tainted with darkness and clearly had no tolerance with good things.
The False Angel smiled; he knew this obscure language that the Demon King was using. "I have summoned you," he replied using the Demon King's language.
Hearing a response in his own, ancient and terrible language, the summoned spirit asked, "Who has taught you the Infernal Tongue?"
Akaröth smiled again and said, "What is the price you will pay to get out of your prison, Trigon the Destroyer?"
"No mortal magic can bring me back to the Realm of Mortals," Trigon replied.
"Answer the question," Akaröth demanded, "what price will you pay to get out of the Abyss?"
It was a while before Trigon the Destroyer spoke. "What is your price?" he asked his summoner.
He smiled at this question, "I want you to stay out of my way."
Trigon the Destroyer thought for a moment then said, "I will gladly pay that price if you stay out of my way as well."
"Our pact has been made," Akaröth said to the summoned spirit, "The next time I contact you, I will liberate you from the Abyss."
He ceased his flow of magic to the stone and Trigon the Destroyer vanished in an instant. "I have a much bigger plan than the Mortal Realm," he said to himself as he walked out of the cave. All traces of the summoning circle had vanished when the spell ended. The candles had been consumed as well despite the fact that no more than fifteen minutes were spent in the cave. The icy land of Azarath loomed before him and the castle that he had taken over was a mere speck on the horizon. He walked up to his mount, a beautiful white dragon, mounted it and sped off for his castle.
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Okay, way too short. I'm truly sorry about this but it must be done. Every author has their fair share of agonizingly short chapters and this was mine. I really hope that this short chapter is the last of them, if not, then what can I say?