The Black Fortress
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In two shakes of a rattler’s tail.
* * *
“Well done, Nathan! Ha ha!” Shemrazul wore a devil’s grin from ear to ear, horn to horn. His laughter reverberated through the Ninth Pit. “My boys! Did you see them?”
Ignoring the groans of the damned all around him, he turned to his court of imps and lesser devils at the bottom of the canyon, where the lava river flowed.
“I’ll be free in no time.” Once Wyvern took power, Shemrazul knew that his loyal son would gladly give him full possession of his body.
His consciousness in a willing servant’s body—like in the old days, how it used to be with Garnock.
He could hardly wait.
And then, for the rest of Wyvern’s natural existence, Shemrazul would be grooming Jake as the next body for him to inhabit.
Ah, it was going to be great fun breaking out of here in the not-too-distant future and becoming the Dark Master himself, more or less. After all, if you want something done right…
It was then Shemrazul noticed that his buoyant mood seemed to have alarmed his slavish followers.
They awaited orders; he was always happy to give them.
“Find my grandson,” he commanded the strange collection of creatures gathered around his cloven hooves. “I want to know where Jake and his little friends went.”
“Shall we kill them, master?” a hunchbacked imp with blue, pointy ears asked eagerly.
Shemrazul hissed and swatted the idiot into the river of lava with his dragon tail. “Anyone else care to ask a stupid question?”
“N-no, master! No questions!”
“You are tracking him! That is all,” Shemrazul said, rolling his eyes. “Do not lay one claw on that boy. He is mine.”
“Buuuut sire? Didn’t the lad just spend the whole battle fighting against us?” asked a monstrous blob.
Shemrazul narrowed his eyes and exploded the blob with a wave of his clawed finger just for annoying him. “How many eons have we been here, and still, you understand nothing? Dunces! The boy now has blood on his hands. Remember?”
With that, Shemrazul smiled down at the cowering, doomed soul of a gold-toothed pirate in a black bandana.
Dead scarcely twenty minutes after falling off The Dream Wraith into the fire, the pirate’s ghost looked bewildered. He didn’t seem to realize yet quite where he was, what was going on.
Oh, he’d learn. Shemrazul smiled at his latest victim. The pirate had been a criminal and a murderer in life. Where else did he expect to land?
“Er, but sire?” One of the hook-nosed red devils in attendance scratched his head with his pitchfork, looking confused.
“What?” Shemrazul growled. What a cruel punishment it was, being confined for all time with such frustrating henchmen.
The red devil lowered his pitchfork. “It’s just—the boy didn’t mean to kill this man, Your Awfulness.”
“So?” Shemrazul retorted. “When has that ever stopped me?”
Indeed, undeserved guilt was his specialty. They didn’t call him the Accuser for nothing.
“Aye, he’s right, sire!” said a thing with two skinny legs attached to a globular body with one eye. Even after several thousand years, Shemrazul still wasn’t sure what it was. It gestured at the pirate. “Jake’s killing this chap was just an accident.”
“Besides,” the blue-eared imp chimed in, climbing out of the river of lava, his flesh already growing back, “this fellow did try to take the lad’s head off with a cannonball.”
“Oh really?” Shemrazul rumbled. Leaning forward on his skull-covered throne, he peered down at the dead pirate. “Is this true?” he demanded with a scowl, pretending like he didn’t already know. Terrifying new arrivals was one of the few joys left to him. “You tried to shoot the future leader of the Dark Druids with a cannon? My grandson?”
The pirate yelped, stammered, and backed away.
Shemrazul’s endless adamantine chains clanked and uncoiled as he lifted a cloven hoof high and smushed the pirate with a deafening bang. “That’ll teach you.”
His henchmen laughed and cheered.
“Now, go!” he ordered them. “Find Jake! Search the globe, but tell me where he’s gone. Keep your eyes on him, once you’ve tracked him down. And when the time is right, we’ll bring the dear boy home…”
The End
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Wickedness has seized the upper hand.
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The Complete Gryphon Chronicles Series:
Book 1 – THE LOST HEIR
Book 2 – JAKE & THE GIANT
Book 3 – THE DARK PORTAL
Book 4 – RISE OF ALLIES
Book 5 – SECRETS OF THE DEEP
Book 6 – THE BLACK FORTRESS
Book 7 – THE DRAGON LORD
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