Hey everyone, I'm quite glad to find ya all reading my story! VERY GLAD INDEED!
Anyways, 2nd chapter of Demolish My Walls.
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I sound like Gibson! LOL
Read on, hope ya enjoy it!
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DEMOLISH MY WALLS
Chap2: PURELY EVIL PLANS
On the other side of the galaxy, deep beneath the debris of the castle that was once powerful and threatening to the entire cosmos laid a throne that hardly stood after the defeat it faced. On that throne, the lord of evil was sitting, cupping his chin, apparently deep in thought.
The Hyper Force were mistaken, they could've eliminated all his forces and powers but he still survived after the battle. Weak and vulnerable were the only words to describe the fallen lord as he drifted into his thoughts, misery and failure apparent on his facial features. He might have been in a fragile state but what was revolving across his mind wasn't vulnerable at all. It was devious, deadly and of pure evil and hatred.
The fact that no one expected his survival or to have escaped to a dark cache on the other side of the galaxy was his biggest advantage. But, he was no longer returning as a threat or a menace, he was returning to permanently eliminate the Hyper Force and take over the city, annihilate all forms of life on it then head to rule the cosmos and taint all the galaxies with his undefeatable evil.
A weird feeling assured him that his plans will certainly prove success and that no one will ever dare to stand in his way after he had proved the most agonizing and painful death of the monkey team, after he had made them set an example of the terror faced by who opposes his wrath. He was sure that no one will interrupt his plans or prevent them from being accomplished.
He was longing to hear the tormented screams of pain and agony as the innocent folks tried to flee from his unbearable wrath. That voice fed the evil residing within him and increased its surge within his soul. It gave him a weird sensation of happiness and pleasure, like a lullaby designed to cradle him and rock him to sleep, to the beautiful dreams of dead corpses, injured casualties and demolished buildings. But what was better than that was the feeling that all dreams are soon going to be realised.
He had a wild plan and the probability of its success was far beyond imagination. He had expected every logical and illogical response and came up with solutions to cease their menace of disturbing his ruthless plans for the cosmos.
After a year of work, effort and patience, he put his devilish plan into action, well-aware that the word 'perfect' wasn't enough to describe it. He let a laugh tainted with venom escape his mouth and turn into a moment of hysterical laughter reflecting the happiness of his success as he sensed the initial outcome of his plan, pleasing him more and more every second as he felt the continuous increment of the rate of his victory and the acknowledgement of being one step ahead to achieve his long-awaited dream.
His happiness and pleasure were indescribable. They flowed into his soul like a stream and overwhelmed all his weak and vulnerable limbs with power, with more hope and determination to take over. It seemed as if he was regaining his spirit. And this wasn't any exaggeration, the reason behind his existence was going to occur at last.
Another voice emerged from the blinding darkness shrouding the place. It was quite familiar to his ears that he recognized the caller's identity in no time, it was Mandarin, his right hand and most loyal follower that always remained beside him in the good and the bad times, he was the slave he created to serve himself for he didn't want to be betrayed by a traitor.
"I see you have some plans, my lord." He said as he attempted to keep his balance and not stumble in any debris surrounding him.
"Indeed I do. Very soon, Shuggazoom will be mine and those filthy primates will be nothing but a fragment of history, and era that has come to a very unfortunate end." His voice crackled with menace.
Mandarin scowled, grateful for the darkness for concealing the emotion that'll interrupt his ultimate lord's happiness. It was the first time not to let him assist him in planning the Hyper Force's miserable fate. "May I know how you are going to end the existence of my monkey brothers, lord? It's quite obvious that our last defeat has eliminated all the sources of power possessed by us and all our minion forces."
"I've discovered another source of power that, I assure you, will lead to their ultimate destruction. During my residence in this dark, abandoned and uninhabited cache to be far from the reach of those filthy primates, I attempted to sense the sources from which I can get the ultimate infinite power that'll enable me to rise again and omit their presence from the cosmos. Oh how I'm longing to hear their requests of mercy as they taste the agony of opposing me and standing in my plans." He said in a dreamy manner, apparently imagining the spectacle of the fallen hyper force. He stood up from his throne in pride as he began explaining his so-called flawless plan, "I've come to realize that even though the dark essence of the fire of hate resides within me now, but its perpetual power isn't in my control. After focusing a lot of effort into sensing its location, I discovered that it still exists within the red one, that filthy pathetic primate owns what mine!" (A/N: Sorry Sparky, had 2 write it ) Anger took over him as he remembered the fact. A frown covered his features and a screech was his fury subsided he spoke again: "Luckily he's, till now, totally unaware of its presence. This gives us the opportunity to take over this power, once and forever." His pride of the plan was increasing as he sensed its being in a state of continuous advantage. It was only a matter of time before he took hold of everything.
"But lord, how?" He was astonished at his master's plan, not a single thing regarding the fire of hate ever crossed his mind after the incident.
"Unfortunately, my senses and information prove that we can't separate him from this power. It's now bound to him. This leaves us with only one choice that's taking over him." He explained, everything was going according to his plan.
"But lord, all our past attempts to control them went in vain!" He said, perplexed to find that he had missed that literally important fact.
"I'm not endeavoring to use our common fragile methods. I've created a new method to conquer him gradually, leaving no space for error or a single flaw." He said, pride overwhelming his bony features, concealed to the slave before him on account of the dark.
"May I get a better view of your newly-created splendid method?" He asked, masking his confusion and objection with respect.
"Since the fire of hate belongs to me, I can reach most of the emotions running within its wielder's mind. My senses prove that he's been struggling to demolish some sort of wall, a mental wall for a long period of time. I realized that to be exploitable when I knew that he had concentrated all his hope, determination and power of his heart and soul to cease it. He had devoted quite a lot of his mental power to demolish it. I concluded that if I gradually cease his hope and determination to end this wall, all the hope and determination within him will vanish thus leaving him weak and fragile enough for us to conquer to eternity. Don't you know that it's hope and determination what causes us to never give up the fight, to numb the pain and make it strengthen our will to achieve our goal? That's how we will take over him and his power. Very soon, victory will be ours!" He replied, sure all his dreams will be reality soon, not a single thing could deter his trust in the perfection of his plan.
"But, how are you going to end his hope?" He inquired, confusion apparent in his tone.
"Quite easy, since that power is mine I can contact it, I'll transfer some of my essence to him and start assuring him that all his efforts will be in vain. Then, I'll persuade him to lose hope and let the determination drain from his heart by informing him that they are useless and will grant him nothing but pain and misery until every particle of hope residing within him comes to an end." He explained.
"Which walls do you refer to?" He wondered, hoping to receive a complete answer.
"In due time, you don't have to be impatient to know everything, do you?" He replied, shattering the skeletal monkey's hopes.
"And suppose he realizes your presence and trick and regains his determination and hope, what will our next move be?" He supposed an outcome.
"Even though the probability of that is quite low, I've expected everything. So don't worry if such thing took place, I have lots of plans, even ones that'll make him walk to us by his feet." He said evilly, yet deviously and started a maniacally loud laugh, which gestured to Mandarin that the conversation is over.
Mandarin reluctantly found his way through the debris and the darkness and exited as Sk's loud laughter echoed through the whole place. He had the right to do that, after all, wasn't he achieving the dream of his life? Wasn't he sensing the success of his plans every moment? Wasn't Sprx blinded by his trick and about to give in? Judging on that, it was quite normal for him to laugh till morning, the world was getting closer to his grip, or at least that was what he thought…
No any prediction of the future is utterly correct, whatever the probability of the event is. Miracles can also alter the whole situation…
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