Ruler's Granddaughter Still Missing, Royal Baby Lost

It's with a heavy heart that an article is written on such a heavy loss to one of our most prominent families, on a loss which was only a day away from being three weeks old and a loss that has sent shivers of both sadness and fear down the people of Deocomos. KurukVile Surfeit arrived on the planet after a universal long distance phone call in search of his granddaughter which turned into a chase that put five people in the hospital which includes also our ruler and his oldest son, Vile. The search for Angel Irene was turned quickly into a prevention when our ruler discovered that his granddaughter, believed to be between two hundred and ten to two hundred and fifty years of age, was only on the planet to get an abortion. Two weeks ago, as we all know, the union between Angel Irene and her famous father who has conquered not only the full extent of his birth galaxy, M51, but also the complete galaxy of Betta and three planets in the Dark Galaxy was made and she conceived. The baby was lost not by abortion but through the actions of one of Angel Irene's suitors who, it is thought, forced her to come to the planet in the first place and is the cause for the small baby's death.

"The man ran into my granddaughter and made her fall over a railing, the baby was crushed under the man's weight." our ruler said when we asked him about the baby's condition post-abortion. "The man is a human from Earth, one of my son's latest planetary conquests. The man's weight squashed the baby good."

Master Vile gave chase and fired on the man who has his daughter-mate in his grip. He was able to strike the man with an energy blast but afterwards no one knows what happened. The man and Angel Irene had disappeared. It's been a full week since they had last been seen. Efforts have been upped for the capture of Angel Irene and the male with her, a curfew is in order and no one is allowed to go out without calling the nearest station to them to report what they are doing and how long they will been gone. Besides the five people, our ruler and his oldest son included, who were sent to the hospital, there were twenty arrests made of civilians who allowed photos that they took of the man attacking our ruler and his son while our ruler was checking an issue with his car.

"She'll be pregnant again." Master Vile replied when asked about his daughter. "It's a shame we lost our first but our second will be conceived as soon as I have her captured. As for the man, I have plans for him."

Angel handed the paper over to Atlas, she had really only grabbed it after seeing the headline anyways. Atlas was a real reader of newspapers, she had found out, and would read each days paper religiously from the first story to the last, she found it rather funny how he even did the puzzles on the last page. She had joked around with him after seeing him doing it the day after waking up after her abortion, he hadn't much liked the idea of her referring to him as an old man and needing his fuzzy slippers and a cup of coffee. He had made a face then buried his face back in the paper.

Like the article she had just read said, they had been here a full week. She had found herself not able to teleport any long distances, especially not from planet to planet or galaxy to galaxy. It was mostly Atlas doing the traveling in the sewer tunnels, she had caught a right bad infection after day two and had been barely able to walk. Atlas had had to break into a hospital for some medicine for her which had taken care of the infection but then something else had happened soon afterwards. The staples had all fallen out after day four, Atlas hadn't been able to bring back more but he did bring back a roll of tape which, after he had held it out to her and she had looked at it for a long time, she had wrapped around herself. A week of Hell and a week of pain, she was hungry and she was all out of canisters for the syringe and Atlas was fully against going to get more. The only things that they had eaten were the small rodents that Atlas had caught and roasted over a fire, not a big meal, it was actually only four bites worth, but it was something to hold them over.

She found that the more she spent with Atlas the more she didn't like him. He was useful in some areas but she found out very quickly that he was one of the pushy type of men. One day when they had been walking through the tunnels and she had had to stop to rest, the pain from the Cesarian taking over her, he had come back angrily and shoved her forward. She also found out that his telling her that Dione had asked him to help her was a lie, he had somehow tapped into the mirror in Dione's bedroom and seen what was happening, that she had just discovered that she was pregnant, then had gone to the gym in Dione's castle and stepped on the platform which had teleported him to her apartment. Why, he still wouldn't tell her and for that reason she didn't trust him. There were heavy bags under her eyes for a reason, she had gone the whole week without sleep. She had layed far from Atlas, staring at him, keeping him in her sights at all times. He'd periodically leave her and go down the tunnel a ways then stop and stand facing the tunnel wall, to her it seemed he was writing something on the wall. He would always prevent her from going to where he had stood, would always stand in her way then twirl her around and shove her back.

"We need to get out of here." Angel said, standing up. "You don't have anything at all to contact Dione with? No crystal or anything?"

"Neveh did git one." Atlas replied, he didn't look up from the paper. "Yeh got yers?"

"No, I left it on Earth." Angel answered.

"No wey to git in contict wit her den." Atlas sighed. "We sit an' wait."

"You sit and wait, I'm getting out of here." Angel turned and walked down the tunnel.

Angel had gone down the wrong side of the tunnel, the way Atlas had gone to do his daily ritual of standing with his hand moving on the wall as if he was writing something on the surface. As soon as she got ten feet away Atlas came running, she took his running as a threat and turned. He went flying back by an air blast, he landed in the river of brown sewer water. His robe really had seen better days, ripped to pieces, caked with blood and now soaping wet with sewer water. Angel snickered and continued down the tunnel. She stopped when she saw the writing. She didn't know Arabic but she understood the family tree. She saw it clearly, it was written in white chalk and started with KurukVile and his wife at the top with Dione and her offspring on one side and Master Vile on the other, there was just Master Vile underneath KurukVile and Irka, there was a chalk line drawn connecting Master Vile to Helen and a line drawn beneath them, Angel's name was also on the tree. Her father and grandfather's names looked as if they had been wiped away, they were faint and sloppy.

"So this is why you came here with me." Angel turned to Atlas. "You only came to get close to my father and grandfather."

"La, no!" Atlas was standing close by, he had a look of shame on his face. "I come to hep you. I teek care of Veel and his pa next."

"I find that rather hard to believe." Angel pointed at the writing on the wall. "I don't know Arabic, but I can see you've made my father and grandfather's names faded."

"Veel hut meh wife." Atlas stepped forward. "He hut you! KookVeel hut you too. I teek care dem soon."

Angel ran forward and grabbed Atlas by his robe, while she held him she zapped him, forming an electrical current around her hands. Atlas fought her, he was able to push her off after a minute. With a yell Angel turned around and walked off, she didn't like being used and although she understood why he wanted to square things off with her father she didn't want him to kill him. Master Vile had, after all, threatened his wife and had raped her, making her a different woman on her return to Earth. As for her grandfather being added into the mix, he was more her enemy than Atlas'. Really, both her father and grandfather were, Atlas didn't need to involve himself into the mess. She stopped and turned around, Atlas had followed her a ways then stopped, he stood five feet from her.

"You can't kill him." Angel said. "It's impossible. He's much too powerful."

"I gots meh sword." Atlas replied. "I good swordsmen, yes?"

"Just because you are good with the sword does not mean you and he are equal." Angel said back. "He's magic! He'll laugh as soon as he sees you then he'll use his magic to make you into a pile of dust."

"You been fightin' him." Atlas returned.

"I know magic, I have magical abilities. I'm a hybrid." Angel shook her head in disbelief. "I'm powerful, when I'm fully healthy that is. I can fight him, but I'm not fighting him to kill him. I simply want him to leave me alone. Leave Earth! Leave me, leave all humankind be in their own planet!"

"He no do so." Atlas came up to her. "You know dat. He no leave you be. He want you bad!"

Angel turned and left, it was hard to make a man like Atlas understand. She didn't want to have her father, and grandfather, killed. She didn't like them chasing after her, catching and disciplining her and she didn't like her father calling her his mate but she didn't want them harmed mortally. She did understand somewhat of Atlas' reasoning for wanting to off her father, he was doing so to honor his wife. But she didn't like the idea of him fighting her father, he was, after all, a pure-blooded human with no magical skills. He might have had all the training to work a sword or fight with his hands, but it wouldn't last against her father or her grandfather. They would have him beat by one swing, she had seen it happen many times when her father had been fighting her and General Riley and General Faulk's gathered troops, he had downed many with a single punch and had killed many by just pointing his finger, most of the time at close distance. She stopped when she got to a storm drain and looked back, Atlas was still standing where she had left him.

"Look, I understand if this is an honor thing that you feel you must do but you have to understand that what you are thinking about doing is more dangerous than the word dangerous." Angel called back. "My father is just as powerful, if not more, than Dione. You don't stand a chance, my friend."

"You leave me here?" Atlas asked, he looked at her rather sadly.

"I'm heading to my grandfather's palace, I'm sure he has one on this planet." Angel said, she didn't answer his question. "It's up to you if you are coming with or staying here. I intend of heading back to Earth."

Angel was surprised by Atlas walked up next to her, his eyes seemed to of gotten a more warm look in them as if he had figured something out, the look in his eyes changed his demeanor some. She touched his arm and teleported them from the sewer to a forested area. As Atlas got control of himself, he was gasping for breath and was near sitting on the ground, his hand pressed against his chest, Angel looked around. The forest was beautiful! Purple trunked trees surrounded them which green leaves sprouted on branches, the bushes were yellow in color with red flowers and blue berries. The soil underneath her feet was orange, when she took a step an animal flew out from one of the bushes. It had a fish body and tail but a beak and feathered wings, the animal was orange with a blue chest. As soon as Atlas stepped beside her she walked on.

"Ver streeg place!" Atlas exclaimed.

"Deocomos is known well for its beautiful forests." Angel said. "Don't touch anything, Atlas! This planet is also known for housing the most poisonous forests as well."

"I like Ert betteh!" Atlas stepped closer to her. "Safer."

"I agree with that, hopefully we're close to a palace."

The building appeared suddenly in front of them, Angel only needed to take one look to know it was the one that they were looking for. The front was shaped like the typical country house, it had a long porch that was closed off with netting, a five foot dilapidated white fence ran around the front of the building, there were four boards missing in the front and that is were they entered the building's yard. The country house part had a gray shingled roof and was tan painted, there were brick steps that led up to the porch. Once they were up on the porch Angel looked up, looming above the country house front was a hideous black fortress that had tall purple and black windows that had bars with spikes on them. Atlas grabbed his sword and held it tight, he stood by the door. Angel pushed her hands forward and the door was air blasted off of its hinges. Once the door was open both were hit with a horribly strong smell of burning incense.

"Keep in mind, I don't know how my grandparents live their lives." Angel said to Atlas who was waving his hand in front of his face. "Shit, I barely know how my father lives his."

As soon as they entered the building Angel started to get the picture of how her grandparents lived. The country house front was just a large room, it was full of hunting trophies of weird and bizarre animals, each one had a tag on it that had her grandfather's name on it and the time the animal was felled. On the walls were photographs of her grandfather standing, or kneeling, beside animals he had successfully hunted and killed, the one of the Elephant-like animal that had tusks jutting out from its lower jaw and long claws on its feet caught her attention quickly. When they left the trophy room, via a big stone cut door that had chains on it, they were both silenced. A stone hallway with stone wall went both ways, there were torches on the walls that had red flames in the bowls. The hallway was mostly bare except for a purple rug that had white and red designs of thorny roses on it and a few big black vases who's necks twisted and twirled. While walking down the hall she stretched her hand out, her fingers caressing the vase closest to her. When she pulled her hand back she saw that the hallway was covered in a thick layer of dust.

"Either someone don't live here often or someone needs a maid!" Angel whispered.

They looked in each room, they saw a living room that's furniture was all covered up with white sheets, a dining room that's table was coated in thick dust, the candles that ran all along the top of the table looked as if they had never seen a flame in their lives and a throne room that's throne chairs were covered with white sheets. The only room that looked as if it had seen fresh air and had had an occupant was the office. When they entered they saw that the stone desk was uncovered, it was finely polished, and the swivel chair behind it with its fur coverings was pushed back some. The rug in front of the desk was that of a bear-like creature with a second mouth jutting out from the first, the animals teeth were red, the tongue was black and its eyes were beady and a marble red in color. There was a long bookshelf built into the wall, a backless fur covered couch was off to one side of the room. There was a long tube in a corner and they went to it. Angel pressed a button and it opened, she tapped Earth into the panel and threw in one of the sheets. The sheet disappeared in a flash of red light.

"Well, you first my friend." Angel said.

"La!" Atlas exclaimed. "Togiter!"

"We cannot both fit into this thing." Angel replied. "It's built for one traveler at a time. You first, me second."

"No! Yeh first." Atlas pushed her forward.

"And who knows how to work this thing?" Angel stepped back, she placed her hand on Atlas' shoulder. "I will arrive right behind you, I promise."

"Yeh betteh!" Atlas said after a short thinking period. "I git yeh if yeh don't!"

Atlas entered the tube reluctantly, Angel quickly pressed the button before he could change his mind and he disappeared in a red flashing light. When the door opened on the tube she hesitated, then she walked around the room she was in. She went around the desk and sat in the chair, the desk was bare; no lamp, no paper, no paper files or containers for pencils or pens. When she reached down to the drawers she found them all locked except for one. The very bottom one, she slid it open and looked in. There was a newspaper in it and a photograph that was framed. Slowly, very slowly, and carefully she took the framed photograph from the drawer and looked at it. She stared in shock as she looked at her grandfather holding her father as a baby. Irka was standing beside him, her hand suspended forever above her father's infant face, her fingers looking as if they were wiggling in front of her father's face making him laugh, her father's little infant feet were up in the air and his little infant hands were in forever grip mode. It wasn't her grandparents and father as an infant that had caught her attention, it were the beings behind them. Standing behind KurukVile and Irka was a very young, and what looked like a very angry and displeased, Dione with a younger being that seemed to be very curious peeking out from behind her.

Angel was particularly looking at the younger being peeking out from behind Dione. The being had slightly elongated ears, like KurukVile, but they weren't as long as her grandfather's, Dione's or her father's. Just from the look of the face the being looked rather petite, she gave Angel the impression that she was fragile and afraid of Dione. The frame around the photo was falling apart, when Angel tapped it against the desk's top it broke. She creased the photo and slid it in her bra. She stood up and exited the room, there was a flight of stone stairs going up and she took them.

"Why would that one being be peeking out from behind Dione and have a curious look to her face?" Angel asked herself. "Dione says that both she and her sister hated my father the minute he was born."

The stairs wound up and up, she found herself very tired by the time she reached the second level. She felt like she had gone up a tower, her legs were wobbly and felt like rubber and she was, again, drenched din sweat from head to foot. When she stepped away from the stairs she followed the purple rug that had white and red designs of thorny roses on it down the hallway until she reached a door that was slightly ajar. She peaked in, when she saw that there was no one in the room she gently and slowly opened the door. The room was big, twice the size of a living room, and was finely decorated but again, it looked as if the furniture in the room had been covered up. There was a large bed in the center that had purple sheets and blankets on it, a long dresser on one side of the room that had a large bowl with two candles on it, a brown fur rug on the floor and a head bust of an animal that had a trunked nose and, what looked to be, a large Moose-like rack on it's head, only the rack was bigger and had more than one layer. In front of the bed was a screen that had blue energy surrounding it, there was a remote on the bed which had just two buttons on it, it was right small and could fit in the palm of her hand. There was a glass bedside table beside the bed with a glass of water and a unique phone on it. Just from the look of the phone she figured that her father had slept in the room. It was a chrome skull, as she looked at it she saw that the eyes were bright blue and very shiny and there were a few teeth missing on the skull phone. There were grooves going down the length of the face, when she placed her fingers in the cheek holes she found that the middle of the face was the receiver, the number dials were located right underneath the receiver inside the skull. The blue eyes lit up when she placed the received back down.

"I may not know how my father lives his life," Angel said to herself. "but I sure as hell know his style. He does love his skulls."

She looked through the drawers, among what looked to be a week's worth of black robes and black pants and socks she found a ring which she liked and took it. It was one of her father's rings, without a doubt, the band was decorated with tiny silver skulls and in the center was a large ruby. She found that it was a bit too big for almost all of her fingers, it fit her middle finger but was still loose. Before she left the room she slid the ring on. She left he door ajar, like the way it had been when she had happened on the room. She went down the hallway, following the carpet, and made a turn. There was a stone door that was completely open, a heavy smell of incense met her nostrils, she clamped her hand over her nose to stop from sneezing.

"Well, you know three things about your grandparents." Angel thought to herself. "One; they live extravagantly! Two, your grandfather is fond of the hunt. And three, they love burning incense."

She went to the room and looked in, it looked as if her grandfather had gotten out of the room in a hurry. The sheets and blankets that were on the bed were pulled low, some were trailing on the floor, and the gray fur rug looked as if it had been tripped on, half of it was turned over. The room was just as big as the room that her father had slept in, but it was decorated differently. She figured that this was the room that her grandparents, when they both were here on a vacation or had just dropped by to take care of business, slept in the room. The bed was huge and circular, it was in the center of the room, the blankets were dark red with a gray skull holding a white rose in between its teeth in the center surrounded by thorns, the sheets were gray with dead flower designs. There were a great many pillows, some had fur pillow cases, others had pillow cases that matched either the blanket or the sheets, some had tassels. A long dresser ran along the wall, it went around one corner then stopped at a mirror, on it was hunting trophies, framed photographs and a bowl with a mirror standing erect behind the bowl. There was a bone chandelier hanging in the center of the room that had black candles on it, when Angel raised her hand and shot from her fingers fire the candles popped twice then lit the room. She went to the dresser and looked at the photographs.

There was a photograph of KurukVile, Irka and her father who looked around two years of age standing in front of a thorny rose bush. A photo of KurukVile holding Dara Dara as a baby, Irka was lying in a bed behind him sleeping, Angel guess that one had been taken just after Dara Dara had been born. There was a photo of her father holding Dara Dara who looked five years old and there was a photo of the whole family together, Triskull was a young baby being held in Irka's arms. Angel was about to turn and leave the room when she caught sight of a white envelope that had been placed in a waste basket. She went over and picked it up, when she opened the envelope she found a letter inside, the letter looked as if it had been written in a rush, the ink was running in places.

I swear you've done it now! We had a good life together and two children and you decide to leave me for a woman who can't even hold her own in battle! A woman who is plain bone, no muscle but bone and is as ugly as can be! You've spent every waking minute these past five years away from me and away from our two children and now I find that you are leaving me for someone who cannot give you what I have! I gave you two beautiful daughter's, two daughter's who love and adore you and you decide to abandon them for the bone wench? Shame on you!

Angel read the signature which said it was from a woman named Agola Degoshi, the address on the envelope said it was from Weeba on Gamma-Vile. She placed the letter back in the envelope and stuffed it in her bra, being careful not to mess up to photograph she had in there with it. She opened the drawers and found that they were mostly empty except for, like her father who had a week's worth of clothing, some robes, pants and some socks. There was a receipt in the top dresser which she looked at, it was a simple receipt for the purchase of some female items which was made quite recently; a dress and a ring. She guess that her grandfather had purchased them for his wife. She slid the drawers back in place then turned around. She wasn't watching where she was going and walked right into a railing that went to another flight of stairs. She was engulfed in extreme pain and screamed, when she looked down she saw that her abdominal cut had been opened and was bleeding badly. She saw her blood flowing from the wound down her legs. Panicking, Angel teleported out. As a rule of thumb with teleportation, you must be in tip-top form to teleport long distances and you also must be thinking of the area you wanted to go. She was thinking about the blood coming from her and wishing she could go to a hospital, and that was were she appeared.

There were many reasons why Raquela Doosi hated KurukVile Surfeit, the main one being that she had lost her father after KurukVile had taken over her galaxy. She had just been born, had not had the chance to get to know her father, when KurukVile had invaded the first planet in the Wycos Galaxy, driving her family into a fierce battle that had waged on and one for five hundred years. Her father had fought him so hard but he had been felled after KurukVile had attacked him and his troops on the fifth planet. Her mother had taken over and had led the battles, had made all the plans and had given the orders for her sister to take her and her older brother to Deocomos and hide them. Her mother had arrived shortly after, almost a refugee in her own galaxy just barely holding onto power. KurukVile had followed and a bloody battle had ensued, many lives had been lost and her mother had been taken captive. It was only by luck that her mother had survived not having her head lopped off of her neck by KurukVile, luck and him seeing her as a very young child and her brother as a teenager. He had let them live, but for a price. Her brother had to sign a document denouncing his birthright as the next ruler of the Wycos Galaxy. They had lived next to poverty, barely having enough to feed themselves much less have a roof over their heads. The other reasons why she hated KurukVile Surfeit were really small, petty things. She saw him as an unfit ruler, only caring for himself and leaving people who were struggling to their own, she saw him as a jerk and a bastard for taking over and changing the lives of the people in the Wycos Galaxy, for changing laws and making stupid laws. It was only by the skim of her teeth that she had been able to go to school to become a nurse, it helped her pay the bills after graduation but she still carried that hated torch against KurukVile.

She cursed herself a week earlier when she had found herself thrust into taking care of KurukVile and his son, of whom she was thoroughly terrified of! She knew very well that he had conquered his brith galaxy, M51, and had killed one of his older sisters in the process, and that he had also taken over the Betta Galaxy and had three planets in the Dark Galaxy in his power, and another planet that was giving him quite a bit of grief called Earth. She would have laughed in his face for not being able to conquer Earth if she hadn't known that he had killed one of his older sisters and had been chasing after his youngest child, with intentions of turning her into his mate, the latter which made her downright sick. She had tended KurukVile quickly, he had made sure to send out his usual brand of insults which had made her want to put something other than medication on his wound which was just a plain bad bruise, nothing more, then she had sent him on his way. His wife had arrived just as she had been checking into the reason why Master Vile couldn't hear or see from his left side and had started in on her, telling her that she'd better take good care of her son or else there would be problems and then when she had found the problem and had prescribed a simple medication to bring the sight back in Master Vile's eye Irka had exploded saying that wasn't enough. When they had left she had been relieved, she had had enough of the new ruling family, the family that had taken so much from her, for the day.

When she had walked into her assigned examining room that morning she had expected it to be clean, neat and tidy but instead she had found it looking like a battle zone. Blood all over the place, containers of syringes, gauze and medication strewn over the floor and the paper that was on the roll next to the examining table all over the place. She had near called for an orderly when she had seen the hunched over figure in the corner. At first she thought it was a beggar that needed medication and decided to break in because he didn't have insurance, then she thought it was someone who had had an overdose on drugs and had broken in to get some medication to put them at ease and had died over the night but then when she knelt down in front of the figure she saw that the person was female and was alive, but barely. The woman lifted her head with a bit of difficulty and looked her right in the eyes, she saw the scars on the body and the brand on the neck before she saw the eyes. Bloodshot with heavy black bags underneath, a pretty emerald-green with a golden-yellow ring around the pupils.

"P-p-please... help me." the woman stuttered, her voice strained some. "B-b-blood... I need bluh-blood."

"What happened to you?" Raquela asked. "Did you get into a fight or..."

"Ah-ah-ahbor-abortion... abdominal c-c-cut." the woman stutted in reply. "B-b-blu-bleeding bad."

Raquela locked the door quickly behind her and ran to the storage closet in the back of the hospital as fast as she could. She grabbed as many of the bags of blood she could carry and ran back, she slid each bag under the blood then ran for needles she'd need to get the blood in the woman, she grabbed a staple gun on the way back to the room. When she entered she was careful to not step on the bags of blood, she closed and locked the door behind her and picked up the blood. As she slid the butterfly needle into the woman's wrist she asked who she was, and got no reply. The woman was rather weak. After one bag of blood was emptied she exchanged it for another. In all, it took her ten bags before the woman was feeling better. She had the woman lay down on the floor and checked her abdomen. There was a thick layer of tape around the woman, she saw, and it was right tight, a bit too tight. She cut it off and gently removed it, when she was done with doing that she stapled the abdominal cavity, the woman clenched her teeth and shook her head, fighting to not yell out. When she was done Raquela stepped back.

"Who are you?" Raquela asked again.

"I suppose you haven't been reading the papers or hearing the news." the woman responded hoarsely. "I'm the one they are looking for."

"I have been much too busy to read newspapers but I have heard on the news about someone that the cops are looking for." Raquela said, she stepped back as the woman jumped from the table. "They're helping that rank KurukVile look for his granddaughter."

"Are there any syringes around here with pain relief canisters?" the woman asked, she walked around slowly.

"We have an audio syringe here." Raquela responded. "I'll give it to you if you tell me your name."

"I take that this is a lot for you to take in so early in the morning." the woman said, she was now standing in front of a window which overlooked the air streets below. "Angel Irene, granddaughter of KurukVile Surfeit now if you'll please just give me that syringe so I can get out of here. I have things to do. Places to go."

Raquela was slow in leaving the room, her mouth had dropped so low she was sure she looked downright funny. She took a closer look at the woman who had claimed herself to be KurukVile Surfeit's granddaughter. She was only wearing a wrap around pair of panties and a bra, she was covered in dried blood and looked to be a complete mess. Her hair was cut short, small pieces had grown to just under her ears, and she was covered in red scars and burns, the brand on her neck was black and looked right painful. She took off out of the room and went down the hall, she rummaged through the drawers in the storage room and pulled out an Audio Syringe, a palm-sized cylinder with a long needle sticking out at one end and a yellow button on the other. She grabbed three refills and ran back to the room. When she handed them to Angel she did so with trembling hands.

"I treated your father a week ago." she said. "He is temporarily blind and deaf in one ear and eye."

"Wish it was permanent." Angel replied. "Wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him."

"I admire you." Raquela said when Angel turned around. "You're putting up a good fight."

"Be careful who you admire, my young friend." Angel replied. "Sometimes they can turn on you. You remember that."

"Yes ma'am!" Raquela said quickly before Angel disappeared.

While Raquela was standing gasping, in complete disbelief that she had actually seen, doctored and spoken to Angel Irene, Angel Irene was appearing right in front of a large and impressive fortress on Gamma-Vile. She had not expected to be able to teleport to the planet, much less directly in front of her grandfather's house, she had expected to appear in a sewer on Deocomos and be forced to wander around until she somehow regained her strength and ability to teleport from long distances.

Her grandfather's fortress was situated right in the center of a crater on a mountain, its location made her wonder if her grandfather had made the crater for it be built in but the rocks underneath her bare feet changed her mind. The ground was uneven around her, and littered with pebbles, small shoots of purple and green grass sprouted out from the crater's surface. She took in the fortress in front of her as she walked towards it, it was huge!

It had a brown shingled roof with Gargoyle heads staring down, water spilled from the open mouths down into the moat that went around the fortress. The walls outside of the fortress were stone and dar gray in color, a path led right to a bridge that was lowered. She walked to the bridge and looked down at the moat below it, swimming in the moat was a wild assortment of Piranha fish and something long and green. She cringed the practically ran across the bridge, fearing it would snap up at any second. When she reached the door she looked up, looming above the door was a skull with red eyes and curved horns, it stared out at the yard around the fortress. When she looked at the door she saw it was crossed with chains and had a miniature skull like the one above it with an iron circle held in the mouth. With all the strength in her body she pushed the door, when it didn't opened she placed her hands on it and moved them left, she sensed that there was an iron bar on the other side of the door which kept it locked. Using her elemental powers she forced the iron bar on the other side to move. When the bar was moved she heaved the door, which was made of heavy wood, open and slipped in. She didn't bother closing it.

"I'm going to need a good stiff drink of Whiskey after this one!" Angel exclaimed.

She was standing in a foyer, directly in front of her was a flight of stairs which wound up and disappeared above her, on either side of her were two corridors. On the walls were portraits of skulls and bones, most of the portraits had dark red background colors but the bones were colored a milk white and tan color, the skulls were either of Bovine origin or of some sort of alien cross. When she walked around the staircase she saw that there was a statue of a dragon with its hands up, its clawed fingers splayed out and its mouth open, the dragon was guarding a bowl of treasure which when she came close to it and ran her hand over a necklace of pearl fire shot from the dragon's mouth and went all around the dragon and the bowl of treasure, it really reminded her of one of those laser security systems on Earth. On the other side of the staircase hung swords and knives, when she touched one she saw that they were real and each one had a number and a planet on it. She figured that her grandfather had taken each one from a planet he had conquered. She went back around the staircase then started going up. She let her instincts take over, something was telling her to head up to the second level.

The banister was dark red with drops on the underside that looked like blood, every few steps there was a skull handle with its mouth open in a scream. There was a red rug that went all the way up the stairs, there was no designs on it, it was just red. She would have gone on and on and one if she hadn't been letting her instincts tell her were to go. She stopped after going for a few minutes and went left, the wall looked as if it was solid but she walked through it, finding that her grandfather had used a spell to mask the openings in the walls. She was now standing in front of a long hallway, a purple rug with white drooping rose designs on the edges, ran through the hallway. On the walls were photographs of her grandfather with his wife and their children at various ages. She saw KurukVile holding her father as a baby, she saw him holding Dara Dara and Triskull as babies, she saw him leading Dara Dara and Triskull by the hands through a hedge. There was a a photo of KurukVile training her father, he seemed rather proud in that photograph, his face very bright and with a wide smile on it.

The photographs of Irka were mainly of her holding and tending to her children. There was one of her in a bed holding her father, Master Vile, as a newborn, she seemed rather happy. The photograph of Irka lying back on the bed with Dara Dara beside her made Angel shake her eyes, her grandmother looked as if she had had a hard time giving birth. When Angel's eyes lit on her grandmother lying on her side, a look of extreme pain on her face, with her grandfather standing nearby with a newly born Triskull Angel near laughed. There were photos of Irka walking through snow with Master Vile as a toddler, a photo of Irka with tears flowing down her skull-face sending Master Vile off to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, and plenty of photos of the entire family sitting down at the table eating a meal. Angel stood in front of the image of her grandparents with all of their children, her father fully grown up, Dara Dara looked barely ten years of age and Triskull as a baby, her mind was confused for a minute as to the age differences in her father and his siblings then she remembered what she had read in the books she had. Her father had been born five thousand years before Dara Dara and Triskull had been born a thousand years after Dara Dara, just at the time that Dara Dara was to head off to Pronghorn.

"I wonder if my being part human will make me have a shorter lifespan than them." Angel thought. "It took me twenty-two years before I could be sent off to Pronghorn while with them it took a thousand."

She thought about that for a second then shook her head. After all, Perniceie was seventy-five thousand years old and she was a hybrid like she was and she was still alive. She walked down the hall and turned a corner. There was a large painting in front of her of her grandparents, her grandfather holding Irka in his arms with Irka looking very happy. She went to it and looked at it closely, taking in that there was a draft coming in around the painting. Although she was curious about the draft she decided to bypass the painting and head on down the hallway. She was about halfway down the hallway when she heard a bang and a thud then felt the floor beneath her fall. She screamed as she fell into a curving tunnel. She made plenty of turns, went up, down and dropped down a hole before doing it all over again. When it seemed that it would go on forever she finally flew out of the tunnel into a dimly lit room.

He had been sitting eating lunch with his son and wife after surprising his wife with a dress and ring he had seen that he thought she'd love. He was one that always thought of his wife, so if he was on a planet of his away from Irka he'd always bring her back a few dozen items which he'd have gift wrapped just to surprise her. He enjoyed spoiling his wife, he enjoyed the love that they shared and he enjoyed her company, it was a lot better than when he had been with Agola who had shunned him and any gift he had brought to her. When the alarm had gone off he had been reaching over to grab Irka's hand, he had noticed the uncomfortable look on Vile's face and had thought with a guilty pleasure it's time for him to experience all that he missed during his disowning. He had just jabbed his fork into a maggot-filled meatball when the alarm on his belt had gone off. He had jumped, the alarm on his belt for one purpose and one purpose only. To let him know if there was an intruder in his and Irka's fortress, their lovely home that they had lived in for over ten thousand years.

"Pardon me my love but we have a visitor unwelcome in our house." he had said.

"An unwelcome guest in our house?" Irka had exclaimed, her hands to her face. "Take care, dear and throw the fool out."

He had stood up and teleported with a fiery red flaming glow to the front door of his fortress, when he had found it open he had ran inside, slamming it shut behind him. He had slid the iron bar in place to prevent the intruder from escaping then had gone over to a bust of his father's head and lifted it. A small red button had been placed just by the neck for a reason, the reason why he had come back home. When he had pressed it all of the doors had locked and the floor were the intruder was had swung down. The intruder was in a locked area in the house now, wait for him to take care of him. KurukVile walked over to a table that had all sorts of gadgets on it that he had placed on there for decoration. There was a Rondel dagger with a gold pommel, a Cinquedea, a Baselard, a Flail that was finely polished with a good leather handle, a Horseman's pick with leather straps going the length of the pommel and a Mace on the table. Above it was a small mirror with a gold frame decorated in gold and Indigo leaves and vines. He took the mirror and headed up the stairs, when he looked down he saw that the intruder was in the attic, being that the attic was one of the areas in his fortress that he barely visited it was dimly lit and he couldn't see who it was he had captured.

Angel stood up slow, she had jabbed the Audio Syringe into her thigh as soon as she had felt the pain returning in her abdomen. The relief came swiftly and she walked on. There was a lot of furniture in the room she was in, it was covered in white sheets and a thick layer of dust. A corner of a chipped frame caught her attention and she went to it. As she walked she left footprints behind her, the floor was as dusty as the covered furniture. Seeing as there were some torches on the wall and a chandelier hanging from the rafters she swung her hand up, her fist was engulfed in flame and she threw it around. The torches caught immediately and cast their yellow light on the room. She walked over to the sheet that was over the frame that's edge was poking out of and with a swift motion, pulled the sheet off.

"Oh wow!" Angel exclaimed. "He looks like a dork!"

The frame held a photograph of her grandfather and his father, it was just them two and no other. KurukVile looked to be right young, maybe over five hundred years of age, and had a very youthful face, one that definitely didn't look like the one he had now. One of his elongated ears was shorter than the other, this she found funny, it made him look silly. He was wearing a white shirt, there were black buttons going down the front, tucked into a pair of dark red pants that were held up by a black belt. DuruVile, his father, was standing with his hand on his son's shoulder, he looked like his son except both of his ears were the same length and he had a hard, experienced look to his face and glowing green eyes with yellow pupils. He was wearing a wine red double-breasted tuxedo style gothic jacket with a white shirt underneath and wine red pants that had buttons going around in an unfinished square around the groin region. DuruVile had in his right hand a long dark red bladed sword with a silver grip. DuruVile had a half-and-half colored face, like his son and her father, and DuruVile's grandson. The left side was silver while the right side was black, his long ears were silver with black Tiger-like stripes.

Angel pulled the framed photo back and saw another behind it. Slowly, and gently, she moved the framed photograph to the side and got closer. She was looking at her grandfather with a sibling, an older sibling by the look of it. When she looked closer she saw that the older sibling was a girl and that she was ear-less, completely ear-less, and looking rather unemotional in the face. The sibling had glowing blue eyes and white pupils and was wearing a black dress with red designs, she was holding a baby doll in one arm. Becoming further curious, Angel pulled that framed photograph over behind the one of her grandfather and his father, her great-grandfather.

"Holy shit that's KurukVile's mother!"

Angel stared in shock, the woman in the photograph was marvelously beautiful as she was hideous! Cyla was holding a baby, by the look of it it looked like her grandfather but she couldn't really tell, her long red hair was permed and all over the place. As Angel stared she realized that she was looking at Cyla soon after she had given birth, Cyla's make-up was running all over her face, she had a trickle of blood on her chin and her eyes looked pained. Angel took a closer look at the photograph and noticed that Cycla was lying on a bed, and that the baby in the photo was, without a doubt, a male. Cyla barely had a nose, it barely came out of the skin on her face which was blue in color, and she had beady blue eyes. Her cheeks were a light blue and her lips, the make-up having ran enough for her to see, were bright blue. She had been wearing red make-up before she had entered labor. She was wearing a white gown, strings had come undone enough to show some cleavage.

Angel remembered that DuruVile had had a total of five wives, all from different planets, and that he had had two children with the latter three of his wives while he had had three with his first two, most of them girls except for her grandfather and one other son from a different wife which had been born a few thousand years later. As she looked through the pile of photographs behind the photograph of Cyla holding her grandfather after her had just been born, Angel wondered how her grandfather's only brother looked like. She didn't have to wait long, she found a photograph of DuruVile surrounded by all of his children which was the last framed photograph in the pile.

"His brother looks like a friggin' Grey Alien!" Angel exclaimed.

True that, he did. He had a long, thin body clothed in a black tuxedo. He had shiny silver eyes and two holes where his nose would be. His mouth was just a hole, his fingers were long and ended in what looked to be suction cups. KurukVile's brother looked very different from her grandfather, who was so tall, big and muscular. There was not an ounce of muscle on KurukVile's brother's body, it looked as if a slight breeze could blow him over. KurukVile's brother had light blue skin, when she looked closer she saw that he had goggled glasses over his eyes.

"My grandfather was never intended to carry on in his father's footsteps as a conqueror?" Angel stepped back and blinked her eyes. "I don't see any of the girls taking over in his footsteps and definitely not his brother."

Angel moved on from the gold framed photographs and walked a ways before a spear tripped her. She fell with a thud to the floor and yelled out in pain, with one arm around her abdomen she reached up, she had not intended on doing so but she wrapped her hands around another white sheet. The sheet pulled under her weight and was completely off of the photographs that it protected. Angel stared, in an awe-struck daze, at the woman in the photograph in front of her. The photograph had a silver frame around it that was coated in thick dust. She fell forward when she tried to get up, the framed photograph fell with her and the frame broke, glass shattered behind the framed photograph in a domino effect. Before Angel could stop it, all of the framed photos behind the photograph that still had her in a daze fell to the floor. When the photograph in front landed face up the dust lifted from the photo, she could now see the image clearly.

"Oh my God she's human!" Angel shrieked, then she shrieked in a higher voice when she took a second look. "My grandfather's former mistress was a fucking human!"