Infinity (18 page)

   
After Dvora killed The
Subjugator and the Warlock R’Darik, Ibiza took the bodies, put them in a chest
and disappeared. After getting some space scavengers drunk, he bribed them to
take him and his chest to his home planet
Krani
.

  
The journey took them some time,
but R’Darik sustained them and the fuel for their inferior vessel that cold
only travel at Hyper Warp Speed.
 
Arriving
on his planet he paid the scavengers what he owed them from his private gold
mine in the
Mountains of
Geshtinanna.

   
Once there, R’Darik hired a
solar powered carrier truck to cart him and his trunk to his castle at the top
of Mount Rekqez, the highest of the Geshitanna Mountain Range. Unloading the
container, he has it hauled inside by his servant Kranians.

   
“Take it to my laboratory on
the bottom floor,” he told them.

   
Once he had the chest down
in his basement laboratory, he had his scientists prepare the vats. He went to
his library to retrieve one of his books; “How To Bring The Dead to Life again.

   
He made sure he had all of
the incantations necessary for his work. The bodies were brought out of the
chest and placed in the stone vats that contained the secret waters from

The Frozen Sea of Oknox.

    
The waters had to be
melted from the ice they were and then the magical powers could be released.
Once melted, the waters were boisterous. The bodies were placed into the vats
containing the water, closed and sealed. Ibiza climbed to the top of his castle
and then raised the antenna pole that was three hundred meters long high into
the clouds that covered the mountain.

   
Ibiza chanted in the ancient
Kranian language for two hours with his hands held high, as if in a trance.
There was lighting and there was thunder. The lightning hit the top of the pole
and surged down and into the castle passing through the conductors and straight
into the basement and through the secret waters from the Frozen Sea of Oknox.

   
The waters undulated and
violently splashed around inside the vats. The cadavers of Subjugator and R’Darik
churned inside the vats as the servants looked on in awe and fear. It was then
that the lightning stopped, the waters stopped churning and were quiet. The
bodies floated lifeless to the top of the vats. Ibiza now had to do the final
incantation, which he repeated in his language. “By the dark powers that
birthed me I call upon you to raise these two entities from their dead lifeless
forms to live again even more powerful than before.”

 
 
That was when the lids of the vats burst
open and both Subjugator and R’Darik were discharged from the vats; spewed out
like an undesirable meal landing on the floor. They both stirred as the
remaining servants fled in terror.
   

   
Their appearance was as
always but their eyes; there was something eerie and different about their eyes.
The sclera in both eyes were red, pupils were white and the iris yellow.
Subjugator’s skin had turned white and there were green circles around his eyes.

   
“Now you are both under my
control,” said the devious Ibiza. “You will obey my every command.”

   
The two perpetrators that
had died and now were alive replied, “We will obey, master.”

   
When their mouths opened
Ibiza saw their fangs. “It worked. Even the darkest of the dark. They are mine
both their bodies and their souls.”

   
This was the first time
Ibiza had ever tried to revive a dead body before. The subject had to be
already filled with darkness, and these two certainly were. The magic was from
some dark place in a small corner of the universe.

   
The Ikuptaxians, an alien
race bent on destroying all other races in the universe. Evil as sin, there
were no depths that the Ikuptaxians wo
u
ld not stoop to in order to push their agenda through. They were
ruthless, merciless, and they would have been infamous as insane criminals if
the races they had invaded were still alive.

   
The Ikuptaxians were
terrorizing all of the outer galaxies in the kingdom as well as the galaxies
that were a part of the cluster that spawned Cruise Daxu. It was he they were
really after. But in order to get to him they had to ransack the planet and solar
system he was from. They were the ones who brought havoc to Earth and her
sisters.

   
They were the ones who
brought the ice ages by releasing liquid hydrogen bombs augmented one hundred
times into the very atmosphere of Earth seven times. They were the ones who
caused the destruction, including the sinking of Atlantis, the nuclear wars,
tsunamis that engulfed the east and west coasts and sent most habitable lands and
their people to a watery grave.

  
The Ikuptaxians did not have the
words “maybe” or “if” in their vocabulary. They were callous cold-blooded
killers. They began from a ragtag blood lusting family and evolved into the
most merciless murderers ever to cross galaxies.

  
Ibuza was not of their race, but
he learned their magic and thus had been one of their servants doing their
bidding. Now Subjugator and R’Darik were two more of their slaves bound to the
magic that brought them back to life.

   
Dvora had delved deep into
the magic of Gynythian Zee, ultimate ruler of the Southern Universe of Libuscha
and the Dark Universe of Brahnah. She did not even know what incantations she
was calling on. She had rushed into the impetuous act of gaining power to
fulfill her lust for vengeance. This would not be without a price. Gynythian
Zee’s magic was more powerful than all magicians, wizards and warlocks ever
known to the underworld of space. Even they
feared him. They were the
ones who did his bidding.

   
The Ikuptaxians, authors of
chaos and destruction in many a galaxy in the south quadrant of the universe,
had traversed far and wide to execute their own underhanded agenda.
Notwithstanding, they had never come across a being so indomitable leader to
them as
Gynythian Zee. He
ruled them with a fist of iron.

   
He stood seven feet tall and
was tens of thousands of years old. No one knew exactly how old he was. The
color of his leather-like skin was red, and he had a very powerful build of
rippling muscles and visible veins and arteries, which revealed an anatomy
quite different than anything she had ever seen before.

   
The ripples of his leg
muscles could be seen through his skintight outfit weaved from the threads of
the Magical Gordax Poisonous Spider of Cali, his home planet at the edges of
the Southern Universe. He wore no shirt, only a crossed thick suspender-like
black strap that crossed his massive chest. The straps went over his hulking
shoulders and then crossed his brawny back and hung straight down to his waist.

   
The boots were made from the
hide of the Xax; a monster twice the size of an earth Grizzly Bear with sharper
teeth and claws. Its hide was like that of Earth leather, but three times
thicker and harder. In order to pass the test to become an adult, he was
required to kill two of them with his bare hands, and he got to keep the prized
skin, which he had made into boots, bags, and pouches for himself.

   
His coarse yellow hair was
not made of protein like humans and humanoids, but metallic thread, softer than
metal but virtually indestructible. It only grew on the top of his head and stopped
growing when he reached adulthood. The men never grew facial hair, and they
never visibly matured past the earth age of thirty.

   
He wore his family crest on
his ribcage, the right side, which had been burned in with laser when he was
born.
 
His magic was from the
deepest parts of Dark Space where he learned it on the planet Klachastx, a
hundred light years from his home planet, where he had his training as a lad
during the first Earth millennium of his life. One Calian year equaled two
hundred and fifty of Earth years.

   
When Dvora looked into his
purple eyes, it was like looking deep into bottomless caverns and she felt such
power from them

   
Dvora was drunk for power
and control. That was all she wanted. She desired to rule and control those who
had made her life intolerable. She wanted revenge on those who took her
daughter s away and left her alone. She wanted vengeance on the husband she
first knew who gave her seven daughters and then she wanted double revenge on
the man who took them away from her.

   
“What is it that you seek,
daughter of many stars?” Asked Gynythian Zee when Dvora approached him. “Are
you not the Queen of the Twelve Galaxies Cluster? You seek the magic of
darkness? I should have your kingdom for this.”

   
“I am no longer Queen of the
Twelve Kingdoms,” she answered. Gynythian Zee laughed. “I have been betrayed.”

   
Gynythian Zee replied
voraciously, “Would you be my queen instead? You can never go back there.”

   
“Teach me all you know and
it shall be so,” replied Dvora. “I’ll marry you and I’ll carry your babies and
when it’s all done I’ll bury you.”

   
“You have a sense of humor. My
magic web of tackiness has already searched your motives, Dvora,” slurred the
king of Dark Magic.
 
“You are drawn to
me because of my power. You wish to have that power. Very well, my beauty, you
shall have it, but it comes with a price.”

   
“Name your price my dark
king. I shall be a servant of your kingdom if that is what it takes.”

   
“It will take more than being
my servant. It will mean total fealty in every matter. You shall perform my
every whim.”

   
“I will my life to you,”
replied Dvora. She had never met Gynythian Zee before, but she knew he meant business.
She meant business too. Gynythian Zee never knew betrayal. His servants all
willed themselves to him with no reservations...until now.

   
Dvora saw the awesomeness in
this sage of the wizards. He saw in her the beauty of a woman who was yielded
to him alone, and yet did not fear him, and thus she played on his weaknes
s. He never
used his magic on her for fear of losing her. She played him for a fool. After
teaching her all he knew as were her conditions, he had put too much trust in
her. Like a little lamb she did his bidding...that is...until she felt she was
ready to take him on. Pretending to be jealous of a lesser servant girl, she
went on a rampage.

   
Gynythian Zee, not willing
to see her this way left her for a time, so that she could gain her composure.
He knew that she wanted full control, and so he let her in on how to manipulate
the
Ikuptaxians.
It had been through them that Gynythian Zee caused the disasters that wreaked
havoc on Earth and her sister planets Mars and Venus.

   
Now he was planning to use
them to destroy Earth’s sun, and thus the whole solar system, by causing the
sun to explode, causing a nova. Dvora wanted a part in it. To destroy the solar
system her stepsons Cruise and Arthos originated from would accomplish part of
her revenge against their father Daxu Korth.

   
Gynythian Zee had not known
the wrath of a woman before. All women worshipped at his feet. This new concept
attracted him to Dvora even more. He felt a bloodlust in her similar to his,
and inquired about her origin.

   
“I have heard about this
king, Daxu Korth. I did battle with his father when I was yet a lad. They do
have great power but do not use magic as I do,” surmised Gynythian Zee. “I
shall destroy him and his sons with you by my side. Would that make you happy,
my dreary dear?” He laughed.

 
  
“You mock me?” Dvora was angered,
as Gynythian Zee laughed.

   
“It is entertaining and
interesting to have a woman such as you are who is not afraid of me. I could
easily slit your throat with these...” he holds up his right hand and his
fingernails turn into razor-sharp talons a finger in length.

   
“Then you would have a mess
to clean up, you see...my blood would be all over you, my hulky animal,” she
replies. Gynythian Zee’s race deplored the spilling of blood while inside their
own structures. They considered them sacred and would not defile them with
theirs or another being’s blood rotting and staining up the immaculate floors.

   
“How did you know that?” he
asks. “Only Calians know that fact.”

   
“I learned of you from the
Great Wizard of the
Mountains
of Geshtinanna, Ibiza,” she replied.

   
“I have heard of him and his power. My sources tell me that he used the
magic of that mountain to bring two dead bodies back to life.” He throws his
cyan colored cape over his colossal shoulders; a cape of rare threads woven on
the magical spinning wheel of Argoill, a planet in one of the solar systems he
had caused the destruction of eons before.

“My sources also tell me that your beloved step
son foiled my plans to destroy Earth’s solar system. If you want that sweet
taste of vengeance over all of your enemies, I suggest you come with me and do
as I say.”

   
“Your wish is my command,” she replies, but he knew by the look in her eyes
she was not being sincere.

   
“I must remind you, my multi fanged female,” he says. “Betrayal is the
worst crime of all and results in a penalty of a slow death by the cruelest and
most painful means of torture even your corrupted mind could never conceive.” Gynythian
Zee grinned, exposing a set of sharp fangs that dripped with greyish saliva.

 
If
nothing about Gynythian Zee had scared her before, this did. She could only try
to conceive what kind of torture this demonic creature was capable of. With his
lust for blood, and the flesh of other beings, all of a sudden she didn’t feel
so powerful anymore. She felt trapped as he walked away laughing under his
breath as if he was already planning out the details of how he was going to
kill her if she betrayed him. She thought about what he said regarding Ibiza
and bringing bodies back from the dead. She knew who they were. She felt betrayed
by him now, and added him, R’Darik and Hyukitron Hoxenyth to her list of mortal
enemies.