He was taking each step slow and loudly, his free hand trailing on the railing, his fiery red eyes glowing just as brightly as they could be. KurukVile had had only one intruder in his occupation of his fortress, a male of whom he had dispelled of quickly. It had been a good many thousands of years before anyone dared to enter his house un-interrupted, but he remembered well that the male intruder had waltz into his house just as his wife had entered labor with Triskull. He had been frantic then, wanting to get rid of the intruder who had tried to take from the pot of jewels behind his staircase, jewels of which he had placed them as a decoration, crown jewels from planets he had conquered thousands and thousands of years ago. The intruder had lost his hand before he had gotten to him, then he had lost his head. KurukVile had personally seen to it in dragging the headless body to his moat and tossing it in for the Eesquid to eat. When he had gotten back in his house he had heard his wife scream followed by a baby cry, he had found it rather ironic that as soon as he had disposed of the intruder his son had been born. When he had seen the baby he had been very happy, and had taken the birth after him taking care of the intruder as an act of the Gods, they had stalled the baby long enough for him to make sure the house was secure, to make sure his family was safe. Vile was already moved out of the house, was off conquering his first galaxy which had made him feel so full of pride, the only ones living in his house was him, Irka and Dara Dara and the newborn Triskull.
Irka had been rather upset over sending Vile off to school, she had gotten the Empty Nest Syndrome which had made her almost inconsolable. She had refused to have any further children with him, and it would have continued to be that way had she not of forgotten to take her medication to prevent the egg from falling out of her ovaries that night five thousand years and three weeks after Vile had been born when they had made love. Irka had gotten pregnant quick, she had felt the pains of her body molding itself, getting itself ready for the bearing of the baby for the next nine months. At first, she hadn't been happy, had said she had felt she had lost her first and didn't want to go through losing another, he had consoled her well and when Dara Dara had been born things had turned out perfectly fine, his wife had delivered her with barely an issue. Irka was a fine mother, a good nurturing mother who loved her children and doted on them every waking minute, even when they were grown up and had moved out she had remained that way. As of late, he and his wife had been discussing having more children, Irka was ready and wanting and so was he. There was just one problem with adding a new little bundle of evil to their family, one issue that needed to be cleaned up. Irka couldn't become pregnant and carry a child with their granddaughter still needing to be captured.
"As soon as we have Angel captured and securely placed in our fabric of life, acting the way we want her to act," he had told him wife while they had lay in bed, snuggling against each other. "we will have our fourth, my love."
"You need to speak to Vile, Kuruk." Irka had said to him. "This has gone much too far, she's making both you and our son look like fools."
And he agreed with that, he loved Angel dearly, any doubt about her having been cast aside. He was very proud of her, and he was pleased to have someone in his family have elemental powers like he did. His father had had three offspring that had elemental abilities, he and two of his sisters, it was a family trait. He had been blown away when none of his offspring had been granted the abilities but then he had corrected himself when he had thought that he might not be able to pass the gene on, he might not have gotten there yet. Yes, he was proud of his extremely powerful son, Vile, and yes he was proud of his daughter and younger son, but deep down inside he did wish that one would have inherited the ability.
"Ironic that he can't do elemental powers but he fathered one child that can." he said to himself, smiling a little.
It was a proven fact that powers and abilities can be inherited from the parent, whether mother or father, to the offspring and it was also proven that certain powers and abilities can be made dormant, with those dormant powers and abilities being passed onto the offspring of the offspring that has them dormant powers and abilities. With his granddaughter having the elemental abilities and powers she could very well pass them on to her offspring with her father. And, for KurukVile Surfeit, that gave him ample opportunity to grow out his own family. He was forever, he had lived over a hundred fifty thousand years and was still as healthy as can be, he could father as many offspring as he wanted, depending on Irka if she wanted to continue having babies after the agreed upon fourth, that was.
He was very connected to this new thought, of having more babies with his beloved wife and of seeing little great-grandchildren being born through Angel by her father, of him thinking up how many great-grandchildren he would be holding and watching grow up, and watching them learn their powers and abilities, that he stopped suddenly, alarmed at the shriek that rang throughout the fortress. It sounded female, it had a female ring to it. He stood in place, one foot up in the air with the other down flat on the step, his hand still on the railing. He didn't need to wait long before another shriek, much louder than the first, reached his ears.
"My grandfather's former mistress was a fucking human!" the shriek rang in echoing throws.
He quickened the pace, his heart pounding, he didn't know who it was in his house but he figured that if someone was looking around in the attic, touching his things that were neatly stacked and safely covered in sheets, he'd better he up there fast. He stopped once and glanced down at the mirror in his hand, it was a magic mirror, as was all of the mirrors in his possession. He could see through them, could see what was going on by simply thinking with his magical mind one word or a phase or even a name, and if the mirror were big enough he could walk through, use his magic to warp the glass and make a window so he can go from place to place. This little mirror was much too small for him to do that, really it was just a looking glass, something he could look through to see what was going on. He brought the mirror up and waved his vacant hand over it and thought attic, the glass changed color and showed what was going on in the attic as it was happening. The attic was lit up, the torches and the chandelier were lit, when he moved the mirror to the side his mouth dropped. Kneeling down in front of a photograph that he had placed in the attic over a hundred thousand years ago, looking to be experiencing a bout of pain, was his granddaughter. He lowered the mirror and started running up the stairs fast.
The fact that Angel was looking at a human didn't settle right with her, when she took a closure look she saw that what she had seen was her reflection, the being in the photograph wasn't human but looked like her grandfather's brother. The woman had straw-like black hair on an upside-down teardrop face, the eyes were black and huge and oval in size. As she got closer she saw that the woman in the photograph was wearing a blue dress with white smoke designs on the front with white cuffs coming out of the wrists. The woman had a thin mouth with barely any lips and no nose, her skin color was light blue. Angel picked the photograph up and placed to the side, she picked the one up underneath of it and saw that the female being was standing with her grandfather, her grandfather made the female being look so fragile with his muscled bulk. Neither was smiling, she saw, to Angel the woman looked un-emotional, like stone. That was different than the photographs of her grandfather and Irka. She picked that photograph up and placed it with the other. When she lifted the framed photograph that had been underneath of the one she had just moved she blinked her eyes in shock.
"How in the world was he able to mate with her?" Angel thought.
The woman was standing, she still had that unemotional look on her face that gave Angel the chills and in her arms, her hands raised and one of her legs sticking out of the baby cloth, was Dione. The woman looked as if she was about to be pulled over by the weight of baby Dione in her arms, her back was hunched and her legs were at angles. Her straw-like black hair was sticking up all over the place. Angel moved that photograph over with the others and lifted the one up underneath of it. Her grandfather was holding Dione who looked to have a five-year old's appearance, Dione had her hand on her father's ear and her father was looking at her with a smile on his face. Angel moved that photograph to the side and picked up the one underneath of it. Another of her grandfather with Dione, who looked about ten years old in appearance. Dione was holding a flower to her father's chin, again her father was smiling at her and had a soft look in his eye.
She moved quickly through the next five photographs, taking note that in each one it was just her grandfather and Dione, the strange-looking woman with the black straw-like hair was not in any of them. When she got to the sixth photo she found a drastically different woman than what had been holding Dione as a baby. The woman's skin was now tan, her eyes were still black and huge and oval in shape but they had a fire-like look in them. The woman was holding a baby, from the looks of it the baby was female and was right tiny. When Angel looked closer she saw that the baby had slightly elongated ears and glowing red eyes, her skin color was all one color which was tan.
"So that's what Azone looked like." Angel said. "She had her father's eyes and ears."
Angel moved that photo over with the others and picked the one up underneath. KurukVile was holding Azone who looked four years old in appearance, behind them looked to be a very pissed off Dione. When she moved that photo and picked up the next she saw Azone, who looked about seven or eight years old, pulling her father's pant leg, Dione was on KurukVile's left, she was glaring down at her younger sister. When she looked at the photograph below that one she saw her grandfather training the two girls, Dione had a red lightning bolt coming out from her fingertips while Azone, who was crying, was making smoke rings from her fingers. KurukVile, Angel noticed, had a right hard look on his face.
A bang on the door made her look back, the photo she had been looking at fell, the glass broke. She gasped when she saw the glass on the floor and stood up, a piece of glass stabbed her foot and she bled. The photograph slid out of the frame, along with it several smaller images. Angel collected all of them and looked through them fast. They were obviously images of the larger photos happenings, in total it was ten photographs. Her grandfather was yelling at the younger girl and the strange-looking woman was yelling at Dione in one, in another the strange-looking woman was slapping Dione while KurukVile was looking back, his face bore a surprised look. Another of the photographs showed her grandfather yelling at the strange-looking woman who was pointing madly at Azone, the one beneath it was of the strange-looking woman slapping KurukVile, the two girls running forward, one looking as if she was saying no. She had just flipping that one over and was looking at the photograph underneath, taking in that Dione and Azone were huddled together, their arms around each other, as KurukVile and the strange-looking woman fought in front of them, there was an energy bolt being shot from the strange-looking woman's right index finger at KurukVile, when the door to the attic was pushed open.
KurukVile hadn't expected to walk into his attic to see it in such a disarray; there were framed photographs leaning against walls, sheets thrown all over the place, the air had a thick dusty smell to it and there was black oil dripping from each and every torch with the chandelier above dripping its chalky liquid from the bones melting. When he walked into his attic he turned around in a circle slowly, when his eyes lit on Angel, standing by some framed photographs by a railing, he exploded. He ran forward, his hands ready to grab her, a deep roar escaping from his mouth, spit flying from his open mouth, his fiery red eyes a-glow with his deep anger. Angel stood still for only a second them took off, she ran around the sheets that concealed more framed photographs she had not yet seen, furniture that had been placed up here either because it was old or out of date, old chandeliers that had either gotten too old to use or were just plain broken and boxes of clothing which had been forgotten many hundreds of thousands of years ago. She tipped one of the boxes over and a bunch of old exotic, and strange, children's toys fell out on the floor. She was sure that some of the toys in that old box had been played with by her father when he had been a kid.
KurukVile jumped over the toys, being careful despite his anger to not step and break any. He followed Angel around the attic to an old spiral staircase which was the original way up to the attic. The staircase had gotten unstable and he had never really gotten around to fixing it, he had near broken his neck on the staircase when he had been chasing Vile throughout the house. Vile had just started toilet training, he remembered, and he didn't want to go from diapers to big boy pants. Every chance he had gotten, he had rushed past both he and Irka and started running around, sometimes stark naked and other times with just his big boy pants on. This one particular time KurukVile had caught him trying to take a piss in a plant in the hallway. Vile had been surprised and had run off and he had given chase, trying to catch him and take him to the appropriate place for peeing. Vile had just gone up the staircase and had tripped, one of the stairs underneath his small foot coming completely out from under him. There was no reason to take his son to the bathroom after that, since Vile had pissed just after tripping on the step, Vile had been crying when he had picked him up, had been blubbering that he didn't want to fall and get squashed to death. After that he had had the tower stairs built and had sealed off the iron staircase completely, it was a lot safer going up the tower staircase and he had used it a lot, especially after finding some old clothing from his boyhood days.
He had struggled a bit going up the tower staircase with the two boxes of clothing he had worn in his kid years, someone who didn't have a sense of style or an appreciation of the good old days with their better clothing styles would have tossed the clothing out. Not him, he had kept his old childhood garments, sans the underpants which he had thrown out. He had kept the clothing for his sons, he had plenty of good styles of clothing which he had clothed Vile and Triskull in, they had looked dashingly fine in them and had accepted the clothing quick, style at the time of his oldest son's birth was really going down and he didn't want none of his son's walking around in sloppy clothing. Vile and Triskull wearing his old boyhood clothing had sparked up some good conversations at the table of when he was a child and that brought up the second reason for him clothing his own two sons in his boyhood clothing. It sparked up a good many memories. He started following his granddaughter, going down the stairs as fast as he could, then he stopped and went back up, the staircase having started to make the sounds of surrender. As soon as he jumped from the staircase the cables disconnected and the staircase fell with a loud echoing bang down the towers length. He stood for only a short while staring at the spot that the staircase had been then tore off for the attic door.
She had just made it before the staircase had collapsed on itself, she had heard the cables above snap and had jumped for a wooden door just as the stairs had started heir fall. With her elemental powers she made the iron bar slid and pushed the door open, the falling staircase behind her sent a chilled dusty wind at her back. She ran down the hallway she was in and took a left then she took a right, she heard her grandfather coming towards her and stopped. There was a door with the letter V on it in bright silver and she went to it. She pushed it open and slid inside just in time to avoid being seen by her grandfather who had just ran into the hallway.
She was in a room now, a stale room that looked as if it hadn't seen the light of day in a long time. She ran over to one of the windows and wiped it of the dust that was caked on it, when she was done she made a flicker of flame on her finger and turned around. She saw she was in a child's bedroom, male from the look of it. There was some flying models hanging on strings from the ceiling, a chemistry set on a very dusty dresser and a pile of dirty clothing just in front of a hammock. There was an oval rug that was dark red with a gray skull that's mouth was open in a hideous scream on the floor and a bed that had five pillows on it that had white pillow cases with screaming skulls on them, there was a black blanket and white sheets with screaming skulls on them on the bed. When she stepped towards the bed she saw that there was a teddy bear on one of the pillows, its mouth was open and had fake sharp teeth that were white in it, it looked as if someone had painted blood dripping from the mouth, the bear had a burgundy tie around its neck. Angel reached over and picked the bear up, as she was lifting the bear up from the pillow a book fell out from the back of the bear. She placed the bear down on the bed and picked the book up, when she blew the dust from the cover she saw that the room she was in was her father's, the book was a journal and had burgundy writing on the front flap which red Vile Journal, Top Secret. She sat on the bed and opened the journal up, not knowing she was doing it she reached over and pulled the snarling teddy bear closer.
Daddy got into another fight with my older sister today, he was calling her all sorts of bad names and was cursing at her words that my mom says are only for adults to say. They were in the office, Dione and my dad, Dione was jabbing her finger at our dad and was yelling so loud it hurt my ears. Dad was yelling back at her, it was something about me that they were fighting over. Dione says I am nothing but a pest, that I don't have a future, my daddy was standing up for me. Before I could hear more mom picked me up and carried me down to the kitchen for a snack. When we got down to the kitchen Azone was there, she ran off fast and said something that made my mom angry. My mom chased after her and started fighting with her about something. I don't like this, Dione had always been a bad sister, Azone use to be nice but she has been changing these past few months.
Angel looked at the other page and read that Dione had tripped her father up in the garden area of the backyard, he had skinned his legs up bad and Dione had simply looked at him and shook her head. When she turned the page she read that Dione and Azone had destroyed his birthday party and that he had just turned two hundred years old. The page on the other side mentioned something about her father being slapped by Dione with Azone standing by laughing, when she turned the page she read that her father was afraid because his father was saying something about Agola putting a new curse on him and him having been looked at by his father's personal physician. It wasn't until the middle of the book that the mood changed and she found out that Dione and Azone had gone to live with their mother of whom they stayed with on weekends. The journal now had pages that listed his training, of how proud his father was of him when he had made his first potion and how proud his father was when he had done his first spell to perfection. There was a photograph in the back of the book which showed her father as a young boy, he looked very boyish, was wearing a gray shirt that was tucked into a pair of burgundy pants that were held up by a black belt, behind him was Dione and Azone, both of which were staring at him coldly, Azone's hand was in forever suspended mode, her finger pointing at her father with a light coming from it, the photo was a bit shaky and she guessed that whoever had taken it had noticed Azone's finger and the light coming from it and was rushing to take the photo to stop the sibling from hurting her father. When she turned it around she found it had some writing on it that said Vile at his birthday party, two hundred years old. Angel put two-and-two together, it was the birthday party that her father had written about saying that Dione and Azone had destroyed. She stuffed the photograph in her bra and stood up, her eyes lit up on the bear. Sighing, she picked the bear up and carried it around the bed. When she was near a long oval mirror she stopped and went back to the bed and placed the bear back on the pillow.
"After all, I have no use for it." she said to herself as she left her father's old childhood bedroom. "Not right to steal a child's teddy bear anyways, even if that child is an adult now and has no use for it himself."
Master Vile and his mother arrived at the fortress after KurukVile had been gone for forty-five minutes, the minute Master Vile took one step he was struck with Deja Vu! He saw himself running up and down the staircase as a young boy, sometimes being chased by his mother, other times being chased by his father and other times just running for the joy of it. He saw himself gazing at the bowl of crown jewels that the dragon protected, he saw himself gazing at the skull and bone photographs and at the framed fragments of bone and skull that his father had brought home one day after heading out for a hunting trip. He remembered looking at the swords and knives fondly and of asking himself if he'd one day have such a collection. His father had been one to have plenty of things out in the open, of showing his greatness.
"It has been a long time since I stepped foot in here." Master Vile said, he looked up and saw the staircase that wound up which led up to the second, third and fourth floors. "A real long time!"
"It's just like when you left, Viley." Irka said, she patted her son on the shoulder. "All the rooms are the same except for ten which were remodeled. Your old rooms are just how you liked them."
"I've done the same in my palace." Master Vile said to his mother. "Rita and Rito's rooms are the same as when they left them."
"Did they have three, like you?" Irka asked her son.
"Five, actually." Master Vile replied. "Rita destroyed two of her rooms by doing potions in them. Rito... don't ask."
"Potion making and applying should never be done inside of a bedroom." Irka sighed.
"Rita once burned my house down." Master Vile looked at his mother, she could tell by the look on his face that he was serious and not joking. "She wanted a planet which I could not get for her, I got her a fire-breathing dragon instead and she used it to burn the house down."
"Golly, Vile!" Irka gasped. "That is horrible!"
"Never did get her another dragon." Master Vile laughed. "She was always an ungrateful, rotten little brat."
"Was everything lost?" Irka asked.
"Luckily no, everything from antiques, to conquered treasures, documents, furniture and clothing was fire-proof." Master Vile said as he started going up the stairs.
If Angel had known that her father was in her grandparents fortress with Irka she would have teleported out. Having her grandfather on the run, looking for her, was enough to deal with. She made sure to look around each corner carefully to make sure she wasn't going to be walking into him and she made sure to walk silently. When she got to a doorway she checked inside, making sure no one was in their, then she walked in. Her heart stopped when her eyes lit on the crystal on its podium in the center of the room.
The room was full of old trinkets and treasures, royal swords with engravings and coats of arms on the guards, bowls of glistening gold dust and jewels, coats of arms and armor all polished up with not a speck of dust on them, photographs of her grandfather with the use to be leaders of the planets and galaxies he had just conquered, silver and gold dishes with emblems on them and swords and knives encrusted with precious and semi-precious gems on the handles that had either gold or silver blades. Directly in the center of the room was a podium, it was white metal with a dragons head, the fangs jutting down from both the top and lower teeth, whiskers curling around the head, on the front. Sitting on the podium was a beautiful crystal, she knew of only one crystal that pulsated in purple and red hues. The crystal she had left back on Earth, in her apartment in Angel Grove, was red and pulsated but she knew that her crystal didn't match this one, Dione had taken her original one and had given her a new crystal saying that she'd prefer to hold onto it for safe keeping. Dione, without a doubt, had the gem fragment around her neck and Dione, without a doubt, had cracked the gem in four pieces and given them out to her get. Angel was only three feet from the podium, being this close she could feel the miss in power that the crystal gave off, it wasn't complete and was weak and could not be used, if it was complete surely what little hair she had on her head would have flown back, at the moment the hair on the back of her neck was standing on end and her arms were covered in goosebumps. Not knowing she was doing it, she reached her hand out towards the crystal, her mind was in a fog, the sounds around her sounded like they were fading, as if the sound was slowly being pulled away from her. When she heard the low boom of her grandfather she near leaped through the roof.
"Uh uh uh uh uh! Rule number one in my house is don't touch anything in the Conquered Treasures Room." KurukVile said loudly from behind Angel.
Angel jabbed the Audio Syringe in her thigh when she felt the pain returning quickly then ran around the podium, thinking to keep it between her and her grandfather. Her grandfather was wearing a dark blue tunic with gold designs on the front, a gold band went around the hem to the back. He had a black belt on from which little black skulls dangled from holding up a pair of black pants. On his feet were smooth leather brown boots that had light brown strings. There was an aqua and gold chain hanging down from around his neck, it held a little grinning skull that had ruby eyes and fangs.
"You had quite a bit of fun messing up my attic room didn't you." KurukVile walked forward confidently. "Lots of glass lying on the floor not to mention framed photographs and sheets which you've flung around."
"Quite a lot of fun looking at your dorky kid ass." Angel snarled.
"I see you have not lost your disrespectful side." KurukVile replied. "And I see that you are leaving bloody prints in my home. Tsk, young lady. You'll have to clean those up."
"You clean them up, I have no intention to." Angel snorted. "I'm no friggin' maid."
He walked around the Dacops Crystal, marveling in its power which was downed due to it not being complete. He noticed that his granddaughter was sporting around a set of staples on her abdomen which was caked in blood, the wound she had gotten when she had gotten her ill-abortion. He was still angered about her taking the life of his great-grandchild, Master Vile had put it all on that male human she had been with but he saw it as purely her decision, the man had not done anything to put the thought in her mind, he might be a suitor but to KurukVile the man didn't look like he'd have the idea of abortion of his mind.
"You ended the life of my great-grandchild." he said to her angrily. "Ended a good life. A fine life..."
"A life of wrong." Angel replied. "A life fathered by my own father. Where I come from that is called incest."
"We go by the universal law, Angel." KurukVile replied in a matter-of-fact voice. "The universal law says that it is fine if it is through a pairing of a father-mate and a daughter-mate."
Angel had somehow held onto the photographs of her grandfather training Dione and her sister, Azone. She looked down and saw that one had fallen to the floor, it was of KurukVile fighting the strange-looking woman. The photo that was now showing in the stack was of her grandfather grabbed Azone by her arm and hoisting her up, with his other arm he was slapping Dione back. Angel took one look at the photograph then slid her eyes up, she eyed her grandfather coldly and angrily. KurukVile was now standing still, looking at her, his fiery red eyes glowing just as brilliantly as could be, his hands held in fists.
"You abused Dione and her sister," Angel held the photograph up. "when Azone couldn't amount to your expectations you took your anger out on her and then you disciplined Dione for trying to protect her sister."
"I should really destroy some of the items in my attic, they have no point in the present." KurukVile replied. "When I trained my children, and that included your father, I was hard. They learned or they got yelled at. It's as simple as that, anger sparks up ones magical abilities, if you haven't noticed that."
"Anger sparks problems, if you haven't noticed that." Angel spat. "It's a horrible way to teach a pupil. You and Dione and Azone had a good relationship until you started their training then it fell apart."
"Dione adored me as a child but started closing the door on me after her sister was born." KurukVile sighed. "She didn't much want to have a sibling, she wanted to be an only child. I was the one that had to do most of the parenting, Agola had no interest in being a mother and was barely there."
"She was there when you was training them." Angel shoved the photograph forward.
KurukVile sighed and went into the full details, how he was hard in both Dione's and Azone's training and that Agola would only get involved when she saw him pushing the two girls too much, he explained how he was never able to train the two girls properly, they learned the basics but when they had gone off to school they had not a clue about the advanced steps, they were very behind, Azone more as she was lazy, he claimed.
"Did you notice how unemotional Agola was in her photographs, Angel?" KurukVile asked her. "I had terrible difficulty with that, even through sex she was unemotional. She demanded sex a lot, girl. Whenever I got home from conquering a planet I'd have the kids thrown at me and Agola would demand from me sex, she wouldn't let me get a foot in the door without asking when are we heading to the sack. She next got abusive and when I left her she decided to turn the kids against me. She had them so full of hate that by the time Irka, your grandmother, got pregnant with your father that I had to keep them in my sights. I was a good father to them girls, I loved them lots. And when they were torn from me it hurt deep inside. It..."
"I think they were already in the area of being torn from you when you started training them." Angel interrupted. "You were making them feel like you didn't love them with your yelling at them. By you insulting them you drove them from yourself."
"It didn't happen with your father and his siblings, Angel." KurukVile pointed out.
"Everyone is different." Angel replied. "Everyone is wired differently. Your daughters loved you and you betrayed them. That is what happened. I take that when Azone was killed you didn't bat an eyelash?"
"I was angry." KurukVile said loudly.
"But you didn't grieve." Angel near yelled. "You saw it and you bypassed it. That severely hurt Dione who loved her sister greatly!"
KurukVile started walking again, his fiery red eyes looking very angry, his chest heaving up and down in his anger, Angel had him in a hard spot. By him insulting Dione and her sister, Azone, in their training and then leaving their mother he had given them the impression that he was abandoning them. It had severely screwed with Dione's head, she had once not been close to her sister but once her father was gone and she had just her sister to contend with she changed emotionally and mentally. When Irka had gotten pregnant with her father Dione had thought that her father was replacing her and Azone had tapped into them feelings and had followed, all the way to to where she and Dione had fought against her father for Gamma-Vile's freedom. When Dione had lost her sister, by the very hand of her oldest half-brother, and had been promised a life of Hell in his dungeon the last strand had been severed.
"And when she banished herself, she went to your vault and broke your precious Dacops Crystal." Angel said aloud. "She decided to punish you by crippling a powerful weapon of yours."
"What?" KurukVile asked. "What did you say?"
"Dione had the gem fragment," Angel replied. "she had it broken up in four pieces and had handed them out. One to her daughter, one to her granddaughter, one to her great-granddaughter and one to me, her great-great granddaughter. Thank goodness she took my fragment piece back and replaced it with a fake crystal otherwise you'd have destroyed a piece of what is missing."
"My own daughter has the gem fragment of my Dacops Crystal?" KurukVile gasped. "I had a feeling she had taken it but I had no idea..."
"You won't ever get it back." Angel snarled.
Angel had placed her hand on the broken Dacops Crystal which broke her grandfather's walking, had made him grow enraged over having her touch an item of such importance, of one of his weapons of which he had not used in a right long time. He charged at her and she pulled away, taking the Dacops Crystal with her. She ran out of the room and down the hallway, the Crystal held in her hands as if it was a football. When she rounded the corner, the steady thuds of her grandfather as he raced behind her, his mouth open but silent, his fiery red eyes looking just as deadly as can be, she found herself trapped. Walking right towards her was her own father and Irka, her grandmother. She ran forward, her mind clamped on one thing and she teleported, leaving a cloud of dust in her wake. Her grandfather had been at such a frenzy, had been running so far out, that he had no time to slow down or stop. He plowed heavily into Master Vile and Irka and they all fell in a heap.
Again she had figured she wouldn't be able to teleport from galaxy to galaxy but she was surprised when she landed on her knees in sand. She had teleported from her grandfather's fortress to a very sandy area that was occupied by a tribe. She saw black, sorrel, palomino, gray and bay horses tethered to a rope which was tied between two poles. There were tan colored tents with red banners around the edges with women either standing or sitting on rugs doing needlework or preparing the next meal. When she had landed in the sand children had been running around playing games, now they ran off to their respective parents. A group of men ran forward and started grabbing her, she fought them hard, swinging her arms from side to side. When she felt her bra being yanked off of her she yanked her left leg up, a slab of Earth made the men in front of her sail off, she did the same with the right leg and was about to swing her legs around to make a fire blast when someone hit her in the back of the head. She fell forward, all of the photographs and the envelope she had taken from her grandfather's residences flew out from her bra, each was stomped on by a brown sandaled foot. A man behind her was in the process of tearing her underpants from her.
"Kefaya!" Atlas ordered loudly. "Utruk-ha liwahdiha!"