Chapter 10 World Building part 3
High Sorcerer Oscar sat in his prison cell in silence. He have already accepted his death the moment he was captured. They have failed, and they deserved it. He realised now that they have misconstrued everything. He still can't believe that the MagalaN they have summoned is a Demon Lord. Have they unleashed upon this world the very thing they swear to fight and vanquish? The Ancient Elven scriptures said that the bloodline of the MagalaN are inherently good, where they wrong?
In a blink of an eye his surrounding suddenly shifted. And he is now sitting on the floor of a huge throne room with walls made of shadow. In front of him is a huge gaping mouth of a dragon skull. The lower jaw is fashioned to a throne wide enough to accommodate two person. The Dragon skull throne is on top of a platform made by skulls and skeleton of men, elves, dwarves, dragons, goblins, orcs and demons. It was a frightening sight for him.
He looked up on the throne and saw him. The MagalaN, dressed in battle clad armour. His head is covered by a hood. He can't see his face which is somehow hidden through the shadows of his hood. All he can see is a pair of glowing burning eyes.
"Oh light, what have we unleashed in this world?" he breathed out and whispered to himself. He have seen him several times already but he can't get used to it since they are the one responsible in bringing him here.
He shifted his gaze to the beautiful woman lying down on the throne with her head on his lap staring up at him. The MagalaN is moving his hand caressing her dark hair while looking down at her. The MagalaN bent and lifted her and they kissed. After a long while, the Woman stood up and walk away, the shadow from the wall expanded to meet her and she disappeared.
When looked back to the MagalaN he is now sitting on a single sitter throne looking at him with his burning eyes.
A chair suddenly appeared next to Oscar and he saw the MagalaN gestured him to sit.
"I made sure that Puff takes good care on the health of my guest, are you well fed?" The MagalaN asked
"Yes Dark Lord," he answered warily. waiting to be told the reason he was hailed here from his cell.
The Dark Lord looked at stared at him with his burning eyes in silence for a long time. It made him uncomfortable.
He decided he will take a chance and broke his silence. "What do you intend to do with us Dark Lord?" He asked.
"Why did you agreed to summon me to your realm?" The MagalaN answered him with a question.
He have nothing else to loose and he have already accepted his fate so he answered him truthfully.
"The Elven race is in constant war with the Demons from the Dark Realm. Our warriors are dwindling and we need someone to defend us. I was approached by my old teacher and told us about an opportunity to summon a hero. This hero will have the power from the age of legends. We call them the MagalaN. The MagalaN came from a bloodline of inherently good beings. We made a mistake somehow because A Demon Lord appeared instead of the the MagalaN that we are trying to summon." He finished warily. He is not sure how the Dark Lord will react.
"If you're trying to summon a champion that will help you defend your people, then why did you put him under the Thorns of Ra?" The Dark Lord asked calmly.
"It was a fail safe. To give us a measure of control since we are summoning a being of intense power." he replied his throat getting dry.
"Why do you need a fail safe?" The MagalaN asked further.
"Incase we were wrong, or if the MagalaN turned on us, or if he decides to take a course that will harm our people." He can't believe he is now using Silas' argument.
"Are you saying that you punished me with the Thorns of Ra because of the things I may or may not do?" The MagalaN retorted back in consternation.
"But it seems we were right in our actions. Because somehow we summoned a Demon Lord instead of a MagalaN." He answered warily
"How did you came to a decision that I am a Demon Lord." The MagalaN said, still probing.
"I guess it's by your appearance, and this place?" Oscar is starting to feel that he is loosing this conversation.
"And a Demon Lord can't be a MagalaN?" The Dark Lord asked.
"No, MagalaNs are inherently good. They do not belong to the dark race." He explained.
"So, you intended to summon an inherently good being and place him under the Thorns of Ra incase for things he may or may not do in the future?" The MagalaN shake his head in disapproval and raised his hand gesturing that the conversation is at an end.
Oscar took his chance. "Dark Lord, why are you keeping us alive? Why are you asking those questions?"
The MagalaN looked back at him. And studied him for long time in silence. "I am going to build my Kingdom in this Realm. I expect the other races to see me as a threat. They will wage war on me. Once they do I will meet them in battle and crash them. Many will die, some of them may not deserve it. I'm looking for an advisor who will represent those who do not deserve to die." The Dark Lord finished waiting for his reply.
"Are you asking me to advise you?" He asked his mind racing to comprehend the implications of what the MagalaN has just said.
"I need an advisor who will represent the Elven's interest. I cannot promise that I will follow your advice but I will hear it and consider it in making my decisions". The MagalaN finished.
"What about my freedom if I agreed to be an advisor?" He inquired.
"That's another matter, I've decided to let all my captives go. But I will place a similar entrapment spell that you placed on me without triggering any pain.
And advise you all not to oppose my forces in anyway on point of death. Should I learned that you broke that agreement I will summon you here and take your soul." The MagalaN declared his eyes burning brighter. For the matter of your freedom as an advisor, I will assign a guardian minion that will protect you and make sure that you will not divulge any information that you obtain from my plans to anyone. And you will still receive my containment spell as punishment for being one of those who placed the Thorns of Ra on me. As an advisor you will be able to come and go to my domain at your will, and you will receive twice the salary that you are getting from your job as a Sorcerer. I will not take your answer now so you can have time to contemplate on it." The MagalaN finished, and suddenly he's back on his cell.