Our story begins in the distant reaches of outer space. In a castle brooding with fear, a shifty witch stands near. Her eyes fizzled with purple and red, and bones shackled with dread. She stood forth in a room filled with darkness and a throne before her. Hatred loomed as her overseer. Here we find Maligra, the powerful skeleton witch, standing before her master. Torment rocked her as she stood before his might. Her bones began to sweat all over his fresh carpet floor as the Lord of Demons was ready to take her toll.
“Maligra,” The demon king started, “Do you know why I brought you here?”
“N-No, sire...” the shackled witch stuttered, “T-t-thoust have called in a search for interrogation... n-n-no such way for I-I-incantation...”
“Right... and do you know why there’s no such way for incantation?” He asked, shifting the effervescent flames in his eyes. The witch shook her head slowly, unsure how to act. But the Demon King then repudiated, “BECAUSE I DIDN’T AUTHORIZE SUCH AN ACT!!!!” The witch’s skull fell into her pouch. The hag scrambled but couldn’t catch herself while she was ahead. She then began to stutter and stammer and argue for her case. The Lord of Demons had enough of her insolence for once at a time... so he laid out her crimes while the witch did nothing but whine.
“For unleashing a demon that I have yet to authorize, a punishment is in order, no ‘ifs’, ‘buts’ or lies,” Solaria commanded, mocking the witch’s lyrics while proceeding to lay out his decree. But, he would drop all charges IF she could answer one very important question. A sinister stare painted over the demon’s blackened face. He quizzically challenged her with a crackle in his tone, stating, “Show me the demon you once had planned to show me prior, and I might go ahead and make your punishment… less dire.” Maligra’s eyes shrunk to a minuscule form while her hair drooped down to her shoulders. Her phalanges rubbed against one another and began to feel moist and sweaty. Unfortunately, it... well... it was uhh... it was gone.
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“WHHHHHAAAAAAAATTTTTT?!?!?!?!” echoed the bowels of Solaria’s heartless void. The demon king rose from his throne in an instant, lunging his upper body to the ground floor, and pressing his face against that of the retreating skeleton witch.
“MORON!! HOW COULD YOU HAVE LOST THE CREATURE?!?!?!” The demon throated just before using his magic to trap his ungrateful slave, “WHERE IS IT?!?!” Solaria SLAMMED his fist next to Maligra’s tiny head. If she ever gave him a bad answer, so help him....
“S-s-s-s-sire!! L-let is not raise our blood pressure n-now...” the witch chickened, only feel the breath fresh steam smoking from his nostrils. His fist clawed at the frame behind the old hag, leaving Maligra to cover her gentle face. Shouts and screams clouded the throne room as the demon king put his crackbrained minion in her place. His servants stood back, not wanting to be fodder for his rage. When you're a slave to a master as he, you try and do your best if you somehow attempt to flee.
“IT WAS A MOMENT OF GRANDEUR! A MOMENT OF TIME AND PLACE!” Maligra belated before thrusting away from his trapping place, “A conjuror has fresh ideas that cannot be left to mere open space!!” But the demon king tackled and slammed Maligra into the decrepit stone wall, shaking the castle enough that some worry it may fall.
“I’LL SHOW YOU TIME AND PLACE!!!” threatened the enraged demon king. He grabbed Maligra by the head and proceeded to squeeze her skull with his claws. “Just one snap...” he uttered in a grim tone, squeezing his little witch until she groaned. Solaria had reason to be angry at this foolish witch. When it came to Earth, the amulet, Mystica, has enough unstable energy to create a force impenetrable by any form of matter. Unfortunately, its energy force is being upheld by a goddess unwilling to yield its power to him, thus ensuring that no demon could ever invade other regions of the planet. However, there was a loophole. Because of the foolish goddess’s weakened power, much of its hold against the planet has left a hole in which any one of his unholy creations can slip through. Think of it like a mouse hole to a much larger abode. This should sound like a good plan. Send in a demon worthy enough to battle Earth’s champion, destroy her and take back his prized jewel. But... the portal given to allow such transportation to Earth can only allow one demon at a time. And once a demon is already set foot on the planet, the hole is closed until the demon’s mission is complete or if they are slain. The only source of power needed for Eternal Darkness, and already it’s impeding on his growing dictatorship.
Ohhhh, just the thought of that made Solaria want to crush Maligra right there and now. But he needed her if he were to keep the tether between the castle and Earth in sync. Realizing this, he released her. The skeleton witch dropped flat on her rib cage, and was left with a skull severely cracked. Maligra pushed out heavy breaths of air. She felt like she was going to break. Solaria turned around, brooding deeply at his infertile slaves.
“This is what happens when you fail to authorize all activities with me.” He incited fear in the slaves and the imps that bullied them. He then turned to Maligra and decided that while he shouldn’t kill her, he still had to punish her. Maligra mumbled, “S-sire...?” one last time, only to hear the snap of his fingers. A portal opened beneath her. Ghastly spirits rose from its vortex, grappled the skeleton witch and dragged her inside. She screamed and “kicked” but it was too late for her. She disappeared without a bone in sight. Solaria stood ominously while his tone began to cool.
“A few days in the Pit of Hate should set that skeleton witch straight.” He turned to his slaves one final time. They were all standing there. Staring. The King of Demons shouted, “WELL?! GET BACK TO WORK!!!” The imps and slaves scrambled out of the throne room, crashing into one another and proceeded back to performing their thankless duties. In the meantime, Solaria moved back to his throne and sighed, slouching in the comfort of his chair. His presence was then greeted by a vain, yet soothing voice.
“Why must you scream at your children, Solaria? Do they not treat you well...?”
“Leave me, you vile goddess...”
“It is a shame... you had such potential...”
“I said leave me alone...!”
“I thought...” the loving figure sighed, “I thought you were more than what you’ve become.”
“I SAID GET OUT!!!!” The demon finally cried. His tentacle grabbed the torch lamp and threw it at the hallucination, causing it to fizzle before his very eyes. Unfortunately, the flaming pits of coal spilled onto slaves, burning their skin and creating painful scars in visible places. The imps chortled at their sorrows and kicked them while they were down, all while Solaria fell into a deep somber. The only thought that played in his unrighteousness head, is that all will be healed once that goddess was dead.
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