Atlas and his organized unit attacked from all sides and they did so strongly! Atlas had equipped him and his unit with the most powerful of laser guns that his magicians could make, they made the two oldest women pull back after the lasers hit them. The younger woman ran off and hid underneath the ramp as the men fought. Master Vile swung his sword five times and felled five men, two others clung to his back. KurukVile had had a bomb thrown at him and was half stunned, he used two elemental attacks which sent a group of ten men flying into the air then dropped to his knees and shook his head. Triskull and TazirVile were fighting, and beating back, a group of seven men off to the side. When Master Vile turned and saw the gray haired man that his daughter had called Atlas advance on his father, his sword's blade pointed down, he charged. The men that were clinging to his back was thrown off of him in his charge, when he and Atlas collided Atlas near lost all of his breath, and he lost his sword. Master Vile didn't need to see the man's face, he knew from the way the man fought him that he was Atlas. He let Atlas swing his fists and kick his legs out a few times then he grabbed him about the waist and swung him. Atlas struck the side of TazirVile's KiSku hard, he saw stars. Shaking his head, he stood up slowly then felt himself being thrown across the desert sand. When he slammed down into the sand his vision cleared. He tore his facial veil off and turned around, Master Vile was standing right behind him.
"So, you are the man that wishes to take my daughter-mate from me." Master Vile started walking around in a circle, Atlas matched his steps. "Father children by my daughter-mate and put an end to my plans for her?"
"She meh mate now, she belong to me!" Atlas barked.
"You do know, my bold little friend." Master Vile said, a sneer crossed his face. "You are breaking my law. I own this planet now, I make the laws. Angel has a brand on her neck, my brand. You are now a criminal for touching her now."
"Angel no love yeh, she love me." Atlas replied.
"Really then why was she in the desert?" Master Vile snickered. "Such a defiant creature, so much fight in her! She escaped you, my little friend."
"La! No, she followed me no tryin' to eskeep!" Atlas yelled.
"Very stubborn little man." Master Vile said after he had turned his head up and laughed at the sky.
"Enoof dis talk lets fight!" Atlas charged forward.
Master Vile let Atlas get close then stepped out of the way, Atlas ran past. Master Vile laughed loudly when he heard the loud ding as Atlas struck the KiSku head-on. When Atlas stood up, he shook his head, said something in Arabic then turned around. Master Vile had torn the rest of his robe off and had thrown his shoulder guards back exposing a half skeleton, half fleshed body, the fleshed part being gold in color with the skeleton part being dark blue. The fleshed part was rippling in fine muscle, the waist was slender and dipped down in the start of a V. Atlas took one look at the strange-looking man in front of him and thought how could this hideous creature father such a beautiful woman. He ran forward and wrapped his arms around Master Vile and tried to pick him up and hurl him down to the ground but he found the man too heavy. Master Vile laughed then grabbed Atlas by the shoulders and slammed his fist down on his back. Atlas collapsed to the ground but he bounced up quickly. He swung his fists hard, each catching up against Master Vile's stomach and chest. Master Vile laughed, but the laughter was cut off when Atlas swung his fist and struck him in his groin. Master Vile grabbed Atlas by the shoulders and turned around in a half circle. Atlas flew a few feet then came to a sliding stop in the sand. He quickly got up but found himself already in trouble. Master Vile struck him three times with his fists; in the face, in the stomach and in the chest, Atlas shook his head then hooked his hands together and swung them. Master Vile was caught off guard, the little man had struck him in his jaw and sent him falling back. The second he was on the sandy ground Atlas jumped on him, swinging away with his fists, saying things in a language he could not understand.
"Enough, child!" Cyla yelled. "Your attempts to escape are fruitless. Tazzy has the most inescapable cells in the universe in his ship."
"Tazzy?" Angel stopped charging at the cell's walls. "Who the hell is Tazzy?"
"T-..." Cyla started to say.
"TazirVile." TazirVile walked up, when he saw Cyla looking at him in surprise he added. "Couldn't fight anymore, guy near took my arm off!"
"Ooof honey you need that treated!" Cyla ran off leaving Angel with TazirVile.
The skin of TazirVile's left arm was split down the middle, he was dripping greenish colored blood on the floor. Angel watched as he removed his overcoat then unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He sported a finely muscled back and a six-pack, his chest, when he turned, was slightly muscled. When Cyla returned with a medical kit he sat down in the chair she had been sitting in moments before. Cyla medicated his arm gently, paying special attention to his upper arm which looked as if TazirVile's attacker had attempted to tear his flesh back.
"So, the mother of my grandfather has decided to pair up with my grandfather's brother." Angel cringed at the thought. "That is disgusting!"
"No not paired up," TazirVile replied. "she's helping me with my child. I'm divorced."
"With a face like that I'd be glad you've divorced me." Angel snickered.
"The last I looked your father is dealing with that man." TazirVile said. "He'll have him taken care of soon."
"No! He's innocent!" Angel exclaimed. "He may be a creepy bastard but he don't deserve death!"
"Hush now, I do have one beautiful great-niece." TazirVile said, he grimaced once then looked down at his arm. "How old are you?"
"Old enough to know you're a crook." Angel snapped.
TazirVile held his right hand up, Angel felt her brain growing inside of her head and she shrank back. She placed her hands on her head and yelled for him to stop. The pain in her head had started to go down her neck when TazirVile placed his hand back on the arm of the chair. Angel gasped, her head was pressed down against the floor, her temples throbbed and she threw up. When she got up she staggered twice then grabbed the bars of the cell. Her vision was blurred for a short while, when he became clear she saw that TazirVile's arm was fully bandaged up, Cyla had wrapped a flexible gray bandage around his upper arm to his wrist. He thanked her then sat and looked out at Angel.
"Two hundred and fifteen years old, a young one." TazirVile said. "Must be the human in you, my daughter is older but you are fully grown."
"How did you know my age?" Angel demanded.
"Besides my acidic abilities I also have telepathic powers." TazirVile explained. "The same with energetic powers which are the basic powers."
"He can force what he wants out of anyone." Cyla explained. "A thought, a plan, even truths."
"That makes him even more of a crook." Angel said.
"I am not a crook." TazirVile stood up. "You're a liar, though."
"No'm not." Angel said quickly.
"Yes, you are." TazirVile replied. "The Dacops Crystal is not in the Shaiyb al-Banat mountains. It's with that gray haired man. He has it in his palace."
"No!" Angel screamed.
"I must head back out, thank you for the..."
TazirVile was cut off in mid-sentence by Hannibal running in, Hannibal fired three shots from his high powered laser gun that sent TazirVile flying against the stone table, he was knocked unconscious when his head hit squarely on the stone table's edge. Cyla ran forward to attack the unknown sandy brown haired man but was fired upon. She slammed into the cell, her head struck the bars hard. When TazirVile and Cyla were taken care of Hannibal ran forward and unlocked the cell that had Angel in it. He said not a word as she ran out, he followed with his gun cocked. Down the carpeted hallway they went, Angel had no choice but to stop when she reached outside, the sun disoriented her for a short while. When her vision returned she saw that Atlas was on the ground, her father had his foot on his wrist. Seeing Atlas, again a bloody and beaten mess, made Angel feel sorry for him. She made an Earth slab jut up out from the sand that sent her father flying. Atlas stood up, grabbed his gun then ran. He stopped long enough to slam the butt of his rifle into KurukVile's face. KurukVile fell back, his chest heaving up and down, his breathing so loud Angel could hear it. Hannibal grabbed Angel around the waist and followed his father, when Atlas saw that his son had Angel he whistled. He had had fifty men with him when he had attacked Master Vile and his family, now he was left with only ten. Julius was badly injured, Atlas was badly beaten but he was alive, and the other men looked as if they needed a long break. Hannibal swung Angel up onto his horse's saddle then swung up himself. He wrapped his long legs around his horse's girth and sent him off at a fast gallop. Master Vile had just gotten up, he sent an energy bolt at Atlas' back but it only struck sand. He sent another at the man that had his daughter, he howled in extreme panic when the bolt struck his daughter instead. Angel raised her arm up, he heard her gasp, then he saw nothing but dust.
"A band of desert people attacked..." he thought to himself as he scouted around his camp. "and they took Angel. We should be ashamed of ourselves!"
He looked around, his father was lying on his back, gasping for air, his arms and legs cut open, a large cut on his chest. His mother and Dara Dara had taken off for cover as soon as the fighting got fierce, they were now poking their heads out of the SkuCoil. Rita was hiding underneath his ship's ramp, Rito was on his side, blood was gushing from his leg where a sword had caught in a rather bad place. Master Vile ran to his son, he tore his pants legs off as he ran, and dropped to his knees by his side. He wrapped Rito's leg up where it was bleeding then helped him to his feet. He helped his son to his bedroom chamber then called for his personal physician, who now was staying with them in Master Vile's ship. When he exited his ship he saw that his father was sitting up and shaking his head, Master Vile rolled his eyes then went over to help him up. He noticed that his mother and sister were still hiding inside the ship, TazirVile and Cyla were nowhere in sight.
"Where's Tazir and Cyla?" Master Vile asked when he pulled his father up to his feet.
"Last I saw, my brother was headed off to his ship." KurukVile replied. "Cyla went in there with Angel."
Master Vile forgot about his father when he remembered that his grandmother had taken his daughter into his uncle's ship. He ran past his father, who was yelling for him to come back, then entered his uncle's ship. He ran down the hallway to the dungeon, as soon as he entered he saw what had happened. It made his blood boil, his eyes grew hot and his hands became fists. Cyla was up on her feet, a trickle of light blue blood falling from her temple, and TazirVile was lying against his stone table, he was unconscious. Somewhere in the ship he heard EshalVile, TazirVile's young daughter, crying. It all blended together; the attack, the fight with the gray-haired man, his daughter escaping, his son being injured again and the crying child in the ship, he couldn't take it anymore. He ran from the ship and roared at the top of his lungs, he threw his arms up and white energy, the most deadly of the energy powers, flew from his fingertips. Atlas heard the roar, but he didn't turn, he galloped his horse on. He'd have a lot of things to clean up that night and one would be the serious tending-to of Angel.
The next few days for Angel were hell! She was beat by Atlas then given a new brand on the same spot that her father's was at. It hurt a lot more than when her father had put his on and she got an infection quick afterwards because of it. Atlas had the infection cleaned but he didn't end his "lessons" on how she was suppose to behave. Along with the one beating and the extra brand on her neck she was also raped ruthlessly! Angel fought as hard as she could but in the end Atlas was just too strong and just too angry. After four days Atlas started to calm down and she was allowed to leave her chamber and walk about the palace, naturally she was only allowed to do so if Hannibal was with her. While Atlas was being ruthless with her, Hannibal was kind. He'd slip into her chamber every night when his father was sleeping to give her medication and reports from the outside. Her brother was injured but was about the outside of their father's ship, mostly he was limited to plain sitting in a chair, her grandfather had been healed of his wounds completely. TazirVile had forgone the healing of his wound, he walked around with his arm concealed in the gray flexible bandages, this was only known because he had walked around once without a shirt. Hannibal seemed concerned that the activity in her father's camp looked as if it was in the process of being moved, he made this annotation clear five days after Angel had been branded.
"They've moved camp." Hannibal said worridly. "Closer to us for some reason."
"How close?" Angel asked.
"So close that if anyone went outside the tunnel they'd be seen right off." Hannibal replied.
Atlas, for the next two days, was right aggravated and would spend many hours standing near the cut away of the mountain staring out the spyglass. Angel, on the second day, decided to follow him after he had gone up and started looking out through the spyglass. The second she had spoken and placed her hand on his shoulder he jumped. When he turned and saw her he had a fierce look in his eye that told her she had made a mistake. She disregarded it and stayed put, she even looked through the spyglass to see what was going on. She had a feeling to look to the left and when she did she saw that TazirVile and Triskull were scaling the mountain, rather quickly.
"You have a shield around this place?" Angel asked.
"Na'am! Now yeh git back to deh palace." Atlas demanded, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the cut out stairs inside the mountain.
"What?" Angel turned back around. "What does na'am mean?"
"Yes. Now git!" Atlas pushed her gently and she near fell off the side of the cliff.
Angel ran down the mountains cut out stairs then stood by the palace, she heard a buzzing sound then saw a pink shield form around the stronghold. Atlas' people looked up once then went by their business, when the shield slammed down it sent a cloud of sandy dust out. Angel paced back and forth for a short while then went inside the palace, she had just entered the courtyard when Hannibal walked up to her. Angel jumped when he placed his hand on her shoulder, she took off towards her chamber with Hannibal following at her heels.
"What's wrong?" Hannibal asked. "You're safe, no need to be afraid."
"My grandfather knows where the Dacops Crystal is, he'll do all he can to get it." Angel replied. "That shield won't stand long, I need to get out of here."
"No!" Hannibal grabbed her arm and stopped her. He gently pushed her against the wall. "You and the baby stay here. Give me the Crystal, I'll have it destroyed."
"Will you can it with the baby crap!" Angel exclaimed, she yanked her arm free. "And no, I won't hand over the Crystal."
"Have you not noticed that you've been feeling sick the past two days?" Hannibal pointed out to her. "And why my father had backed off? He loves you dearly, but he's deeply frustrated with you as well."
"Good, let him!" Angel ducked past Hannibal and ran to her chamber. She locked the door behind her.
Angel ran to the dresser and pulled the box out, she opened it to make sure that the box, and the ring, were still inside and when she saw that they were she jumped out the window with them. She had just placed them on the sandy ground and was about to flip the Earth underneath of them to send them to her apartment, which she knew was still hers and that all of her stuff was still in it, when Atlas walked around the corner. He took one look at her in a half crouched position then ran forward. She acted fast and punched the Earth hard, the slab of Earth that was underneath the Box of Horus flipped over, it took the box with it. Just as the box, with the ring and the Dacops Crystal inside, disappeared under the Earth Atlas grabbed her, he carried her inside the palace then threw her into her chamber, he locked both her and he in the room.
"What did I just see?" Atlas demanded to know. "What you do?"
"I sent the Dacops Crystal to a safer place." Angel admitted. "If they get a-hold of it..."
"Dey no git a-hol it!" Atlas exploded. "Yeh did someting stoopid, agin! Dey no no it heh!"
"They do," Angel walked over to Atlas. "my grandfather's brother has an ability to read minds. He read mine. I had told them that I had put the Crystal inside the Shaiyb al-Banat mountains but he read my mind and found out its true location."
"Din I's sorry." Atlas hugged her after he stood before her in stunned silence.
"What is this crap of me having another baby?" Angel asked him, she didn't return his hug.
The last two days Angel had been feeling rather crappy, she had had a few bouts of nausea and had found herself fatigued. Along with those she had also found herself walking around being extra careful, that had confused and scared her some. Atlas had noticed right away and had sent her some capsules which had helped to settle her stomach. When she had woke up that morning she had found herself having a heavy craving for apples, and for some reason she had found a bushel in her room which were shaved and cut into slices. At that particular moment, she was craving peaches. She held that craving in and kept it a secret.
"Yeh no noteece it?" Atlas looked at her in shock. "Yeh four weeks along."
"All I've noticed is getting cravings." Angel replied. "I think you've mistaken those for pregnancy."
"La, no. Yeh pregnit." Atlas kissed her cheek. "I know'd it."
Atlas spoke further with her, telling how for the past few days she had been right tender in the breasts and experiencing bloating in her abdomen. Angel tried to explain the bloating and pressure in her abdomen as an effect from her father being so close but Atlas wouldn't have any of it. He insisted that she was pregnant and would hear no more on how a universal mate, specifically a female, went through the motions of cramps and pain when her said-to-be universal partner was near.
"I gots tings to do now," Atlas kissed her neck where he had placed his brand of her father's. "yeh be good and et good. Behave yehself!"
Things got hectic for the next week, Angel started experiencing excruciating pains in her stomach and abdomen from her father moving his ship closer, one day when she looked up and saw him using his powers on the shield above she fell in a heap in the courtyard, she didn't so much pass out but she was close to it, the pain was that bad! Atlas had been in the palace and had ordered her taken to her chambers immediately, a doctor was called in and she was checked. Both she and the baby were fine, much to Atlas' great relief and Angel's chagrin. After a week, Angel's body had changed drastically and so had her mood. She found herself urinating frequently, getting heartburn at the oddest of foods and sometimes even when she looked at a food item she got heartburn, her nausea had gotten worse and her breasts were swelling up and getting more and more tender. She also found herself getting tired more easily, and she didn't like that much. Her eating habits had gotten more and more demanding, and she found herself getting frustrated and annoyed very easily. Atlas took it all in stride, having had five children by Helen he was use to all of it but Angel, on the other hand, was in an upheaval. After a week had passed, and with her father, grandfather and her uncle at the shield above trying to get in, Atlas decided to take his family on another outing.
"Yeh put white sheed up now." Atlas demanded as soon as they stood near the end of the tunnel.
"No! I will not!" Angel shouted, she pushed Atlas once.
"Yeh put it up now!" Atlas shook his fist at her. "Don't yeh make me poonish yeh now! Put it up!"
Angel hated being demanded to use her magic, it stated in the rules of magic folk that magic was a sacred ability and that it was forbidden to have a magical person forced into doing magic. If one was to be demanding of the use of magic from a magical person, that person would be in lots of trouble. Angel stood with her arms crossed, she remembered that rule well, and pregnant or not she was not going to let any non-magical person order her to use her magic to put up a shield. Atlas saw this defiance as an insult and punched her in the back, it was hard enough to make her gasp out but it wasn't enough for her to make a shield. He next whipped his thin belt off and swung it at her five times, after the fifth swing she was still not making a shield, but she was up against the wall of the tunnel. Atlas next pulled his sword from his sheath and struck her with that ten times, she held her arms up to protect her head and cried out when the sheath struck her. After seven swings with the sheath Angel stood up and went to the front of the tunnel. She made a long white shield form from the tunnel's entrance to the Bahariyan Oasis then she stepped over to the side. Helen walked past with the twin girls, she gave Angel a serves-you-right look then turned her nose up to the sky. Claudia, Aphra and Alexis did the same. Selma gave her a long, sorrowful look then walked on. Hannibal was the only male with the group, since Julius was still on bed rest from his injuries. Angel took up the rear with Atlas behind her, his sword flopped down from its string at his side, he had the sheath in his hand, ready to use if he needed it.
"I've been with abusive men in the past." she thought to herself. "I've survived, Atlas is a fool if he thinks he can keep me and he's a blamed fool if he thinks he can break my spirit."
The pain started in her stomach and abdomen almost immediately after she left the tunnel and the reason for it was clear, as was the reason for Atlas' demanding her to make a shield and for him taking his family on an outing. Her father, grandfather and great-uncle rode up suddenly on some magnificent animals! Her father was on Ayut Hazem, her grandfather was on his great big gray stallion and TazirVile was riding on a lanky, but finely formed, copper-colored stallion that had Bend Or spots on his flanks and withers. Her father rode up to the shield then had to stop, he stretched his hand out and felt a great electrical shock before pulling back. Her grandfather and TazirVile did the same. Angel found herself on her knees in no time, her arms around her stomach and abdomen, her eyes squeezed tight with little clear tears coming out the corners of them. Atlas saw this and charged. He swung his sheath three times, striking her each time on her back. This made her fall onto her side, she cried out from both the pain in her stomach and abdomen and for Atlas to stop. He didn't he swung his sheath five more times, making deep marks in her back. Crying, her body broken, Angel struggled to her feet and walked forward. Her body was dripping in sweat and her body was shaking violently, but her eyes were as bright with fury. The second her father had seen Atlas strike her with his sheath he had started attacking the shield, sending energy bolts and attacks from his hands and from his feet. KurukVile attacked the shield violently, sending a volley of water, air and fire attacks, swipes and blasts at it which exploded on impact. TazirVile stared in shock at the assault.
"Brother!" KurukVile shouted back. "Don't just sit there and stare! Help us!"
"I want that man thrown off a cliff!" Master Vile said after throwing a powerful white bolt of energy at the shield. "I want him thrown off a cliff to the rocks underneath then stomped on! How dare he hurt my daughter-mate!"
Master Vile got to see plenty of Atlas' abuse on Angel, for the next week Atlas took his family out and for the whole week he'd watch in both admiration and horror as his daughter was struck with both the thin leather belt that the man wore around his waist and his leather sheath. Angel would fight, she'd turn around and charge at the man and would punch at him and try to use her magic to shove him out of the shield but he'd always slip out from under her. Angel was now walking around with a great many marks on her back from the sheath, not to mention the deep marks from the thin belt. At night, he'd attack the shield on the cut out mountain, using every powerful attack he had, during the day he would attack the shield that his daughter had been forced to put up between a tunnel that led to the area where she was kept and an oasis some miles off.
The shield above was getting cracks in it from the constant attacks by her father and grandfather, she had no idea where TazirVile was but she had sneaked up to the cut away one time and seen that his ship was gone. That was the last time she was able to sneak up to take a peak at the camp of ever growing monsters a mile off. Her father had ordered the mass of monsters that had been around Angel Grove to the Crystal Mountains, she figured he was going to one day have them charge the white shield and get in. She found herself three months along in her pregnancy and, due to her father and his family attacking the shield above now at all hours of the night, she was moved in Atlas' chambers. She did not like that at all, he kept his eye on her at all times, she felt like a prisoner and she didn't like the idea of, again, carrying his child. Her breasts were right swollen now and her nipples had grown bigger, she didn't like that at all.
She got sick of Atlas parading her about in the white shield, beating her and then mocking her father, three days later. She was about to get a beating for not moving forward and for not making the pain go away as Atlas had ordered her to do. Her father and grandfather were nearby, attacking the shield with their powers, trying to get in, the other side of the shield was clear, no monsters at all in sight. So she took off for it. Unbeknowst to Atlas, she had been training herself. She had been learning how to travel the sand and the dunes, her body had hardened up more, she had some good muscle on her now and had put on speed. It surprised Atlas completely when she took off, her arms working like pinwheels, for the shield. He took after her, swinging his belt which he had ripped off, shouting in Arabic. She didn't turn around, she didn't waste time in slowing up to check behind her, she headed dead straight and ran right through the shield. Atlas slowed up when she went through but he followed, her father had seen her take flight and had cheered for her, then he had teleported over to the other side. When Angel saw him she veered right, away from him. He ran after her, she now had two men in pursuit, one a creep who thought he could force her to do things and beat her and one her father who thought he could claim her as his daughter-mate and take her from her birth planet. Atlas, as soon as he saw her father, took to his heels and headed back to the shield. He headed his family to the oasis, he was constantly looking over his shoulder hoping she would return. Angel, on the other hard, had no intention of returning.
She ran as far as she could go, her father gave chase for a short while then teleported someplace else. She ran over dunes, over rocky areas then through straight valleys of burning hot sand. She felt her body break out in sweat, her mind was swimming and she got dizzy after awhile and was forced to stop running, she walked for a long time before the landscape started warping, the sun sending up warped reflections from the baked Earth. She finally collapsed after three hours, she was in an uncovered area and the sun really made her skin feel like it was burning away. Her mouth was dry and her mind was swimming in a confused mess. When a burgundy foot stepped in her short window of blurry vision she looked up, she had barely enough strength to do that. TazirVile looked at the pitiful creature lying in the baked sand, he took note of the lashes, scrapes and cuts that were either fresh or had healed only to be re-opened again and cringed. He removed his overcoat and placed it over Angel and gently turned her over to her back. When he picked her up he noticed that she had gained some weight and that she had some muscle mass on her that she hadn't when he had seen her a week and three days ago. He had moved his ship to a better location, having a feeling that something like this would happen.
"And here I am." he said as he carried his great-niece inside his ship. "She's sunburned and beat bad but alive and away from that man-beast."
Angel woke up inside of a glass domed table some time later, the domes above her trapped her inside and she found herself naked when she glanced down. She saw that the wounds and the scars from the abuse from Atlas were being lasered away, that calmed her down and she remained still. TazirVile walked in three times to check on her, she shrank back twice when he came up to the domed table. He tapped a few buttons and read a few vitals, looked at her then turned and left. She was left on the table for a few more hours, the laser fixed all the wounds and removed all the scars except for one. The double brand on her neck was left alone, the laser when he got to her neck made a beeping sound then went away. TazirVile walked into the room a few minutes after the beep and removed the domed top from the table, Angel slid down and tried to run off but he grabbed her arm and held her facing towards the wall. He forced her to walk from the room, which had a set of counters and cabinets that ran all around the wall and a burnished red wood floor with a gray ceiling. He led her down the hallway to a different room then slid her inside, he didn't bother opening the door fully, he opened it only halfway then pushed her inside and locked it behind her. The room she was in now had a dark blue rug and a bed in it that had purple and blue sheets and a dark purple blanket. There was a bath robe hanging on a hook near the door and she grabbed it and placed it around herself. A deep brown dresser with a dish on top stood underneath a large oval mirror that had a gold frame around it. A large domed light above cast a golden-yellow light down on the room. She sat over in a corner, having grown tired of any type of comfort long before. She kept her emerald-green eyes looking forward, it didn't take long before the door was opened and her father walked in. She had figured while lying on the table that he would be notified that she had been captured. She snarled at him fiercely when he came into the room, her eyes had a shine to them that had him shaking his head.
"Well I'm glad that this new ordeal has effected your demeanor." her father said, he had a hint of relief in his voice.
"Wouldn't be in this ordeal if it wasn't for you." Angel accused her father.
"Oh now see here," TazirVile walked up behind Angel's father. "show some respect. He's chasing after you for a reason."
"Leave me with my daughter, please." Master Vile turned slightly to face his uncle. "I'd like to speak to her alone."
TazirVile did a slight bow then left the room, Master Vile gently closed the door behind him then turned towards Angel. He stared for a short while then walked forward, Angel curled her upper lip and snarled deeply at him when he came up before her. Despite his height of six foot five inches, he was able to crouch down and sit indian style before her without a problem. When he reached his hand towards her she pulled up against the wall, would have blended into it if she could, her arms were across the wall with her hands gripping them releasing, she still had that same fury in her eyes. Her father brushed his hand across her face then held it to the side, she felt him brush her hair back. He took one look at the double brand on her neck then stood up, he made a displeased, angered sound similar to a snort.
"So, that man thinks he can replace my brand to gain control of you." he said angrily. "I have a remedy to get rid of that ugly brand of his, you won't have it for long."
"Remove both!" Angel demanded. "I want both removed!"
"No, I'll remove only the one that man put on you and nothing more." Master Vile turned towards her. "That brand is needed on you. A lot of men seem to have their eyes on you."
"And one includes the pervert in front of me." Angel retorted.
"Hold your tongue, Angel." Master Vile knelt down before her. "You cannot be claimed by anyone but me."
"Only in your mind, Buster." Angel glared at her father.
Master Vile grabbed Angel by one of her hands that was gripping then releasing the smooth wall and pulled her up. She gasped when her body slammed against his and she saw stars when her head struck his silver-colored breast-plate. He smoothed her hair back and held her tight when she started struggling to get free. He didn't like the feeling he was getting and released her, she stepped back one step then took off around him and tried to rip the door open. He followed her and twisted her around, she grabbed his arms and squeezed them tightly, she tried to electrocute him but found that her abilities had been canceled out in the room. Master Vile ran his hand down her front, noting that she pained in a pained way when his hand touched her breasts. When his hand reached her stomach he found it as hard as a rock. He didn't like that and was about to voice it when the door was opened, he grabbed Angel before she could run out and walked back, away from the door.
"I see you have her." KurukVile said when he entered the room.
"Yes, I do." Master Vile eyed his father distrustfully, they had had an explosive fight only thirty minutes before about Master Vile taking off with his ship. Master Vile hadn't explained a single thing of why he had moved the ship, TazirVile had called and his father had been present when he had relayed that he had Angel. To Master Vile, it was obvious why he had moved his ship to TazirVile's location.
"I am still trying to get into that shield around that mountain." KurukVile said, he closed the door behind him and started to walk around the room. "I could use your help, if you don't mind."
"You care more for that damn Crystal than your own granddaughter," Master Vile said angrily. "no, I won't be helping you. I have Angel to worry about."
"Young man, Angel is safe here." KurukVile turned quickly and faced his son. "I need that Crystal back and now. It's a very valuable weapon!"
"More valuable than your own grandchild?" Master Vile questioned. "Get out of my face! Leave here and don't return, I don't need you or your help. I didn't even ask for it in the first place."
KurukVile surprised his son by stepped forward, he punched Master Vile in the face, breaking his blue-tinted glasses in the process, then grabbed Angel. He clamped his left hand over Angel's mouth and held her with his right arm tight. Master Vile, when he saw this, got into an anger filled frenzy. He ran up to his father and stared him dead in the eye, they were so close that they could kiss. Angel tore at her grandfather's fingers, they were pressing against the sides of her face making her feel as if he was going to tear the flesh from her face and even worse, the sudden pull her grandfather had done to bring her over to him had made her stomach feel unstable. She was fighting the sudden bout of nausea.
"Let her go! She has no point in this!" Master Vile yelled in his father's face, he reached for Angel but KurukVile pulled her away.
"She is a part of this, Young Man." KurukVile replied. "If it wasn't for her my weapon would not be here. She took it, if not you that will help me get the Crystal then I'll force her to do it."
"You will not!" Master Vile bellowed. "She's gone through enough Hell!"
"Time for payback, Son." KurukVile replied.
"No, you won't be using my daughter-mate to retrieve your precious non-working, just a decoration now, Dacops Crystal!" Master Vile roared.
She was close, awfully close, to losing her stomach's contents! Her grandfather was pulling her all over the place, he'd take a few steps back to keep her out of Master Vile's reach then would start pulling her left, right and then forward and back. She heard bubbling, she heard her stomach making the glub-glosh-glub-glosh sounds as its contents were thrown from one place the other, her legs were growing weak and she now felt like she had to pee, really bad. She tore at her grandfather's fingers with her hands, she tried biting his hand but found he had his hand clasped so tight that her jaws were forged together. When she tried to punch at her grandfather's side it was weak, more like a touch than a punch, he merely looked down at her and frowned when he felt her fist push into his ribs.
"You do know how powerful that Crystal is, Son?" KurukVile asked his son. "And how dangerous it can be in the wrong hands?"
"It can be used to destroy full planets." Master Vile replied. "More powerful than the Zeo Crystal."
"Correct, and did you know that if that Crystal was tampered with in any ill means, meaning destroyed, any planets I have touched will be destroyed along with it?" KurukVile questioned his son.
"So what Old Man!" Master Vile yelled. "There you go again showing your true colors, you're ugly conceited self!"
"I don't know about you, Son but I don't want to see my hard work go up in smoke." KurukVile yelled back. "And I would not want to see our birth galaxy destroyed either."
"You've not touched my galaxy." when Master Vile banged his fist against his breast-plate it made a loud ding. "Nor will you."
"I live on Gamma-Vile, Son." KurukVile replied. "I've planet hopped each planet our birth galaxy has which means, I've touched each planet and they are at risk as well." when he saw the shock and realization of what he had just said sink in on his son's face he nodded and said. "That's right, Son. Both you and your family and me and mine would be homeless and you would be without a galaxy to rule over."
KurukVile looked down when Angel started gagging, a yellowish substance started flowing through his fingers and he yelled in disgust. He dropped his hand from her mouth and ran to the bathroom where he washed it. Angel collapsed on the floor, her legs no longer able to hold her up. Master Vile stooped down beside her and patted her on the back as she vomited up her breakfast of Pita style bread, fried eggs, Hummus and a Bean stew, when TazirVile opened the door to see what was going on he howled in complete disbelief, not only had she vomited on his good rug but she was urinating all over the place.
"Calm down, Angel." Master Vile said to her gently.
"Has to be the sun," TazirVile said shakily. "the heat, and the sun, I mean. T- too much for her system to handle."
She's still rock hard on her stomach and abdomen." Master Vile said after he had pressed his hand against Angel's stomach.
"Did anything come back abnormal on her when you had her on the recovery table?" KurukVile said, he was walking in from the bathroom wiping his hands on the back of his robe.
"No, there..." TazirVile stopped, remembering that his recovery table had, indeed, discovered something. "There was something in her stomach that it passed over, it didn't say it was a foreign body though."
Angel, still not recovered from her serious bout of nausea and completely embarrassed from taking a piss on the carpet of TazirVile's ship, was teleported to KurukVile's ship immediately. KurukVile saw it coming and scooped her up quickly, he took her quickly to one of the bathroom's on his ship and held her hair back as she hurled in the toilet bowl. He carried her back to her father then deposited in his arms before heading off to a different area in his ship. She had been teleported to the medical room in her grandfather's ship, the room was darkly lit, only had an overhead light which had cobbwebs on it. There was a table that she was lying on, there were glass domes on either side. A counter ran halfway around the room, the cabinet over top of it did as well. The carpet was gray with thorns while the walls were an ugly brown color with painted on spiders.
"I had a feeling I brought this with me for a reason." KurukVile walked into the room with a weird looking gun, the minute Angel saw it her pupils dilated and she tried to roll off of the table.
"What is that?" Her father asked as he held onto her tightly, preventing her from rolling off of the table.
KurukVile was holding a long gun in his hands, the ends of it branched off making it look like a Scorpions tail. The gun was mostly blue and gray in color but it had red buttons. KurukVile walked over and showed the gun to Angel, who shuddered and tried to turn away from it. Angel remembered well the gun that her father had used to check the paternity of the child she had been carrying and had gone to get an abortion some months ago, she had no intention of having another gun that had a long needle on the muzzle near her. She couldn't talk, her throat was terribly dry.
"It's a SurV3, Son." KurukVile said, he gently moved Angel's hair back from her face with his hand.
"What is a SurV3?" Master Vile was literally on top of Angel, shielding her from his father and his gun.
"It checks the inside parts of a female being." KurukVile replied, he pressed a button and the space between the two bars of the gun lit up blue. "It shows here what's going on and if it's bad then you can remove it. It's the top of the line outside of the hospital surgery gun, best version out."
Master Vile took the gun and held it, it was light weight and he felt a power source running through it. He nodded his head then handed the gun back to his father. KurukVile went over to the counter and placed on a pair of white medical gloves that stretched far because of his long fingernails. When he came back he had Master Vile hold Angel's arms, TazirVile held her legs down. He hovered the gun's muzzle over Angel's stomach and pulled the trigger. The blue circle that was between the bars of the gun showed the contents of her stomach, KurukVile nodded his head then released his finger. He walked back to the counter and took out a pair of Hemostat forceps.
"I take you want the baby she is carrying out?" KurukVile looked up at his son. "I don't know how, but she's four months along."
"Yes! I don't want her carrying any babies but mine!" Master Vile exclaimed. "Angel, what..."
"His stronghold has some sort of time accelerating powers around it." Angel choked out. "I've only been pregnant for two weeks and three days, technically, but since I got pregnant inside his mountain stronghold my pregnancy was accelerated."
"Hold her still now," KurukVile pressed his finger on the trigger of the gun. "heading in."
Angel watched in amazement as her grandfather's hand, and the forceps, and then his arm disappeared when he placed it inside the blue circle between the bars, it disappeared all the way up to the elbow before she saw the muscle in his arm working. He was slow and careful, and she was grateful for it as any slip up would mean she'd be a gone goose. She felt him snipping something inside of her, he did two clean snips with the forceps then removed them. He placed the forceps to the side then asked Master Vile to hold onto the trigger, which Master Vile was able to do since he had both of Angel's hands in one of his own, then reached both of his hands inside the blue circle that was over her stomach, somehow he was able to push them through to the elbows. She pulled her head back and groaned as she felt something coming up out of her and she screamed it's coming, he's taking it.
"There we go," KurukVile held up a bloody bundle in his hands, the placenta with the baby still inside. "no cutting, no pain. As simple as one, two, three."
"That makes two by that man she's had." Master Vile released the trigger and handed the gun to his father. "One is too many."
"She'll be fine now." KurukVile patted her stomach, he had removed the white hospital gloves and had placed the placenta with the baby inside in the sink. "Might feel a bit funny for a week but she'll be fine."
They made a huge error in letting TazirVile release her legs first. Angel, having complete control of her magical abilities and powers, swung her legs around and made a full ring of exploding fire blast out. TazirVile and KurukVile were blasted back, her father grabbed her shoulders and pulled her clean off of the table. He said the spell that would make her unable to do magic then picked her up. She struggled in his arms, swinging back and forth, she grabbed his hands which around her middle and tried to pry them from her, when that didn't work she swung her elbows back. A laugh made her stop and look up, KurukVile walked around the table shaking his head. TazirVile was on one knee, his suction-cupped hand was rubbing the side of his head.
"Regardless of that man's treatment of her," KurukVile laughed. "she's still as flighty as ever."
"It's that good and rich blood flowing through her veins." Master Vile proudly said. "That good Vile blood."
"And Surfeit." KurukVile and TazirVile said together loudly.
"Don't you forget that, Boy!" KurukVile sternly said. "Without the Surfeit's blood coursing through your veins you wouldn't exist."
"Is he always like this?" TazirVile asked. "Pop would be popping his jaw a good one after hearing such disrespect."
"He's a big show off." KurukVile replied. "Sometimes."
Angel was carried out of the medical room and down the hall, her father was just speaking to his father when they started fighting again. Again, it was over her being used as bait to get into the shield. She kicked her legs out and flailed her arms about, she thought she slapped her father in the face once but she couldn't tell. Her father, it seemed, was getting rather frustrated with her. She stopped thrashing about when she felt his arms loosen up. She waited a full five minutes before tearing herself free of her father and ran down the hall, her father ran right behind her with KurukVile racing at his heels. When she ran outside she shielded her eyes for a few seconds then tore off across the sand, she put some distance between her father and grandfather quickly before turning around. She felt her powers and abilities returning, with a smile on her face she waited for her father and grandfather. When they ran over the dune she sent a sand swipe at them that sent them falling back onto their rumps. She made a series of roots come up from the sand and tangle around them, holding them in place. KurukVile was working hard now to get free of the roots, he had three loose and was heading for the three about his legs when Angel walked up to him. She knelt down by him and stared him dead in the eye.
"I have the Dacops Crystal." Angel said to him. "Atlas and his people do not, I had it moved to Angel Grove. You want it back, you're going to have to start a war to do so."
KurukVile stared at her in stunned disbelief, it quickly turned to a searing rage and he tore the rest of the roots from his body quickly. Angel ran off a short distance then turned. She waved as her grandfather charged at her then she made the sand around her rise up and surround her. KurukVile leaped into the sand but found that it was empty, the sand dropped down heavily on him and nearly buried him. He thrashed about, looking for his granddaughter. He swung his arms to the left then to the right making the sand form a crater around him, he finally had to admit that he had been outsmarted by his granddaughter after a few minutes had passed. He stood in his own sand-made crater, his shoulders rising and falling, his chest heaving up and down, his fists clenched, his eyes teary from the sand that had gone inside of them.
"There won't be any war." he growled. "Vile!"
"I'm a bit busy at the moment." Master Vile's voice carried over to him.
As KurukVile made a funnel of sand underneath of him to get him out of his sand-made crater then run off to assist his oldest son escape from the roots that still bound him to the ground, Angel was surrounded by the people of Angel Grove. The rangers gripped her in tight hugs, Lieutenant Rollins came up next and gave her a slight hug then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. There was a large group of people around her and each wanted to know what had happened to her. Lieutenant Rollins escorted her to his car and gently slid her inside, he drove her to her apartment and helped her inside.
"There's two new recruits on my father's side." Angel said from her bedroom as she dressed herself in blue jeans and a red two-tone shirt. "My grandfather's baby brother, TazirVile, and my grandfather's mother."
"We can't just get a break can we?" Lieutenant Charles Rollins sighed. "When the monsters left I knew something was up. Did you get rid of the baby?"
"Yes and sadly, I've had two more since." Angel walked into the living room of her apartment. "Damn fool named Atlas tried to add me to his harem. Fuckin' creep!"
"Gross, harems are completely outdated." Lieutenant Rollins grimaced. "I mean, I'll joke about wanting to have one from time to time but in the end, too much of a risk of being on the Maury show and having an STD."
Lieutenant Rollins had seated himself in the living room on Angel's couch, when Angel came into the living room she made a big sigh, twirled around twice then ran to the kitchen where he heard glasses being clicked. She came back with two glasses and a bottle of wine. She poured herself a large glass then she poured him his serving, which he raised his fingers at when she got a little under the halfway mark of the glass. Angel drank hers quickly then slammed her glass down hard. She leaned back against the couch and looked at the ceiling, Lieutenant Rollins remained quiet, he knew she was happy being back in the world of decents.
"I have the Dacops Crystal." Angel said finally. "It's here, in my apartment."
"That Crystal that your grandfather used to destroy planets?" the Lieutenant asked. "Shouldn't you of destroyed it or something?"
"If I do this planet gets destroy." Angel sighed. "Whatever planets my grandfather has walked on, had touched, would go up in a nice explosion if I destroyed the Crystal."
"Damn!"
It was then that they heard a great rumble, Angel looked at Lieutenant Rollins slowly, her emerald-green eyes as wide as can be then found herself flying from her couch to the floor. It seemed that the Earth had been pulled back in a large slingshot then released only to be pulled back again. The sky darkened, plunging the Earth in blackness, the moon became a dark red globe in the sky, thunder rumbled, lightning swung from cloud to cloud in yellow, white, purple, blue and red hues, an acidic rain fell. Lieutenant Rollins had banged his head hard against Angel's coffee table, he saw stars for a second then he crawled forward and grabbed Angel up in a tight hug. Angel gripped him tightly, her apartment lurched up then came back down again, they heard screaming. A series of pops and cracks were heard then the Earth calmed down, Angel stood up shakily on her feet and staggered to her window. When she saw nothing she exited her apartment, she heard Gasha screaming in panic in his stall behind her apartment. Lieutenant Rollins walked behind her, his hand on her shoulder. With a swift thrust down with her hands that were in fists, Angel made a slab of Earth rise up underneath her and the Lieutenant. She made it rise up above her apartment, from it she could see the shield. Although it was pitch black outside, she could see the outline of a ship beyond the shield directly across from the theater.
"What is it?" Lieutenant Rollins asked. "I can't see a ding dang thing! That was worse than the last one!"
"I have no idea..." Angel replied. "but I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that my father might be having a new recruit."
"Who now?" Lieutenant Rollins demanded, he gently squeezed her shoulder. "An aunt? His ex-wife?"
"Cyla said that she had contacted her ex-husband." Angel said while still looking out at the still blackened Earth beyond. "DuruVile, my father's grandfather."
"Better start making plans for that tombstone." Lieutenant Rollins said, he was pressing himself against her now in fear.