Chapter CDXIV: Cellmates and Schemes ~Multehx
The jail door swung shut with a rather standard creaking. Multehxio watched with half interest as the key was turned in the rather large built-in lock, and the jailor left. He sighed, taking a seat on the bed, or rather poor excuse for one, that he had been provided. "I could have boggled him out of his mortal mind with ease..." He groaned, collapsing back onto the mattress. "But I promised."
It hadn't been too, too much of a strenuous relationship, as these things tended to go. Multehxio had it all back then, before he was called by his present name. But, with the "passing" of the master of the court he served for, being an immortal intangible, he was to guard over the body of his master for all of eternity. That got boring fast. But, thankfully, there were always tomb robbers to mess with, and they were fun. Until the desert swallowed the whole place up.
Then, some time ago, two rough and ragged men on a mission entered. His master, who had been rather irate, was put to rest again, and he had saved the one from certain doom. In exchange, he asked to possess him; become a "rider on the soul" in a way more literal sense, but definitely not in the bad way. Very oddly, that person, Multehx, had accepted. The two struck out a sort of timeshare for his body; Multehx got a lot of control, but Multehxio also got his time; and boy did he have some good times. This body seemed to just enhance his already amazing abilities.
He grinned his goofy smile as he adjusted his top hat. "Good times..." he murmured. "Wake up soon, pal...I'm gonna get bored of reminiscing shortly."
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Alfred strode down the carpeted hallway. The wood creaked in places, showing its age. But this was just part of its charm he reasoned, stopping before the door at the end of it. He paused a moment to glance in the mirror beside the door. Suit: neat and tidy; shirt: well starched; Hair: ...he so did not know what the Agent was on about; it looked perfectly fine to him! So Hair: perfectly snappy!
Upon entering, he could hear it; the tell-tale sloshing of fine wine in the monogrammed snifter. It was a sound he had grown to know meant "time for action." He grinned inwardly, approaching the ornate oaken chair and putting his hands in his jacket pockets. "You summoned, sir?"
The demon smirked, crossing a leg casually. "Yes, yes I did." With a dark chuckle, he waved a gloved hand. A glowing image of a planet appeared above it.
"Fa'Diel?" the professor inquired, to which Pseudo nodded.
"Precisely; the primitive land ripe for the picking we sit upon now. But I had plans for...a little something other than picking."
Alfred's brow quirked, waiting for the demon to continue.
He folded his hands, giving that sinister smile of his, the one that exposed both canines in a very predatory manner. "I think we should do...a little....harvesting.”
Now Nsvem was very alert indeed. He blinked. "You mean...we...?"
Havering nodded, grinning again. "It may not be Zolott, but, who says we can't make what's here just as useful?" He stood, with a flourish of his cape, throwing out his hand. "As you no doubt read, this land is ripe with a very pure source of energy: Mana. And no, this isn't the wafery bread from the heavens, recalled in the foolish mortals Exodus."
Alfred smirked. "The kind separated into the elements, right? Almost impractically long to utilize for our use?"
The Twilighter snickered. "Correct as always. But, raw Mana energy is a lot like Magik energy. We can utilize this. Also, this planet is highly overflowing with the normal sources we tap into. Only a few pesky elementals might try to get in our way." He began pacing, the image vanishing as he clutched his hand. "But, they should prove no major issue. This planet's about to engage in a great war really. One Mr 'Zulan Tipsot', I believe it is, is moving to seize what he feels is rightfully his. I'm not going to pass a judgement on this; my only concern is that there will be a war. This will get the attention off us almost completely.
"I've already determined the location of several objects we will require for use in our purposes. Several rather unique seeds, as it were. They're guarded, of course, but this should be no-o-o problem in getting past."
Nodding, the professor pulled tighter a glove. "What will we do about the major political powers? As no doubt, it won't take all their concentration to fight against some lowly rebels."
Pseudo nodded. "I've already gotten to work on that. We will have the rulers looking right where we want them. They'll pose no threat to us.” Havering stopped, a smirk slowly replacing his smile. "But...there may be the one issue of he who could. Ah, damned blood bond granting the chance to him...I estimate it's about time we did a 'check-up' there, and even though he may be indisposed at the present time, I think I know just how to get him back."
"The lizard, sir?"
Pseudo just grinned, and Alfred did in return, nodding as he turned to leave.
"Very well, master. I'll see what I can do for you."
As the door closed
behind him, Alfred snapped his fingers very loudly. With a noisy scramble, a gargoyle-like
demon ambled over to him. "You," he frowned coldly, "give me
detailed schematics of the
With a salute, the demon hobbled off with much haste. Nsvem smirked, folding his arms. "Now...time to check the Multi-net. A celebrity like Porami has got to have some very interesting details indeed..."