Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Shadoe, Sucubus and Things. 28

Later that evening Shadoe flew into the country of Greselia. This was a country he conquered after Maveta. He noticed the streets were empty, that pleased him. He loved the fear he installed into his lands. Polan thought that was the best way to rule. He walked down the halls of his palace and everyone went down on their knees to him. Polan had ordered all of his things moved to Maveta. His throne now sat in the throne room. It was made of some black wood in the shape of a skull with large crystal eyes, and he sat in the mouth. But in Greselia, he lived in the royal palace.
" What business must I tend with today." He said looking bored.
" Sire." one of his aides bowed be fore him." The village man wants to see you."
He backed away. "He says its important."
" How important can the cattle's lives be? Polan asked. "Very well. Show him in."
The aide walked to the back and let Graym Avenda in. Graym walked in keeping his eyes to the floor so he wouldn't offend Polan. Fear gripped his soul as he stopped in front of Polan.
" Well?" Polan said. " I don't have time to be bothered with your petty problems. Out with it."
" There is a problem in our lands Sire." Graym told him.
" And what would that be?" Polan reached for a drink off his table.
"Someone or something is killing people." Graym said.
" Why should I care about this? Polan asked.
" I think its a vampire my Lord." Graym looked up to him. Polan's eyes suddenly became dark. You could see the anger on his face. He stood up and walked down to Graym. Graym's fear rose again to a higher level. He turned to his aides.
" What is he saying?" Polan shouted. "What is going on here?"
Polan grabbed one of his aides and pulled him close to his face. His noxious breath blow at the man as Polan screamed at him. The man choked and began to wither and die in his hands. Polan tossed him aside looking for someone else to torture.
" Someone better have something to tell me!!!" He yelled. Everyone in the room scrambled to get away. No one wanted to stay there with Polan so mad, except Graym. He didn't move. He really didn't have that much to lose anymore. At that moment he realized his fear was gone. He was totally calm now. Polan waved his hand and all the doors slammed shut. Everyone in the room was now trapped there.
"I want some answers now!!!" Polan yelled.
" Sire." He said. " Many people have been found with there life force drained from them. Dried and desiccated bodies found with a look of pleasure on there face. Men, woman and children. and I've seen her."
" You have?" Polan returned to his throne. He stared it Graym. He thought this one could give him answers, more then he'll get from the rest. Polan settled in his throne.
" Tell me what you saw." He leaned forward and listened. Graym told him everything that happened, except he left out Jayce in his story. Instead he said a dark shadow flew over them that scared her away. Polan pondered his story, then stood and walked around Graym. This one doesn't seem scared anymore he thought. Maybe he can use him.
" Your pretty brave to come here." Polan said with that dark smile showing.
" I thought this was something you needed to know. Graym said. "Someone's invading your lands. My people are dying."
Polan raised his eyebrow at him. " You are right."
" Excuse me Sire." Graym bowed. " Your people. I meant no disrespect."
Polan sat back down in his throne. He motioned Graym closer to him.
" I have a new job for you." He told him. " And if you agree to take this position, your people will be well cared for. I will remove all the poisons and when your done, leave this land for you to have complete control of. But you will always answer to me. What do you say?"
Graym didn't want the job if it meant he would have to cause the people any harm. he would be Polan's puppet. Then again that was the only real way he would have any chance of helping get rid of the evil bastard, or getting the people any real food.
" I can help my people? He asked.
" Do as you like." Polan said. " But remember who rules here. And I will be leaving many eyes on you. Dead eyes which I see through. Make one move that displeases me and I think you know what will happen to you and your people."
" What of the vampire?"Graym asked.
" Leave her to me." Polan smiled again climbing down again."
"Dowse the torches and close the windows, I need darkness."
From the corners of the room they were hiding in, his aides ran to do his bidding. One by one all the doors and windows were closed or blocked. The room became cold and dark. Polan stood in the center of the room and raised his hands. A heavy feeling filled the room, and that sick smell rolled off of Polan. He was about to cast some powerful dark magic. Graym stood there not sure what to do but unafraid. The angel had promised help, he just needed to hang on and keep the people as safe as he could until they came to destroy this monster. Weird sounds stared coming out of the shadows, movement here and there caught his eye. Then Polan started his spell.

TO ME I CALL THE SHADOW BEAST THAT ROAM THE NIGHT.
DARKNESS AND HATE I CALL BY RIGHT
ALL MY COMMANDS YOU MUST OBEY
DO MY BIDDING AND ALL I SAY
THE TIME IS OURS SO COME TO ME
TO FIGHT MY FOES LET NO ONE FLEE

Out of every crack and crevasse, out of every dark corner came the shadow beast. Shaped like a large wolves and made of shadows they came. The room filled with them snarling and growling at all that lived accept Polan. Screams could be heard around the room as they began to fed on all the frightened men that ran around. One began to advance on Graym, still he had no fear. If this was to be it, so be it.
" Not that one." Polan pointed at Graym." He lives on. Go find this vampire. I want it alive. GO NOW!!"
Like shadows they all streaked out. Passing through walls and doors, leaving behind the remains of everyone the had just devoured. Graym looked around. He could see the bodies of six people ripped apart all over the room. That sickened Graym.
" Now you see what happens if you upset me?" Polan began to laugh. " Go feed your people. Ill heal your lands, but remember. You are mine, and soon I will call for you to begin the errand I have in mind.

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