12 12) World Building part 5

Chapter 12 World Building part 5

"Now that you've all received your punishment, leave my Realm and heed my warning, else I'll summoned you back here and take your soul." The Dark Lord pronounced, with his burning eyes. He sat on his grand throne of skulls and bones. A beautiful woman sat on his lap with her head resting on the Dark Lord's chest. She's already there when they where summoned, she seems to be sleeping.

Michael reign down his nerves, he have a huge task ahead of him. He have made up his mind, mankind must have a voice in the Dark Lord's council. He surely is not the best to represent his race, but he is the only one present among them who is committed enough to volunteer. The Dark Lord gave him time to think about it, and he have thought it through. He will take this mantel until a better and wiser human arrives to take his place.

A portal opened before them and his captive fellows walked straight to it hurriedly as if fearing the Dark Lord will change his mind.

He tried his best to keep his hand from holding his chest. As a punishment for being a part of the summoning, the Dark Lord placed a spell in their hearts. He look at the crystal body wrapped in thorny vines made of light, a similar spell like the Grand Sorcerer Silas placed on the Dark Lord.

He noticed that he is not alone. An Elf also choose to remain. They both waited as the portal closed behind the freed prisoners.

He looked back to the throne and saw that the Dark Lord is looking at the two of them.

"So you both decided to stay and join my council then?" The Dark Lord asked.

"Yes Dark Lord." Michael also heard the Elf agreeing.

"And you agree to all of my conditions?" The Dark Lord asked again.

Michael hurriedly butted in before the Elf could answer. "I have a request my Lord."

The Dark Lord looked at him. "What request would that be?" he asked.

"That I can pass down my Mantel as an advisor to a better and wiser representative from my race if an opportunity arrive." He replied.

The Dark Lord studied him in silence.

"I would like to have the same request as his Dark Lord." The Elf added.

"Very well as long as you agree that your life force will be linked to the Minion that I will assign to each of you and it will also be permanent and eternal even after you choose to pass on your Mantel as an advisor. I will not have my plans divulge to anyone outside my circle." The Dark Lord replied.

"Then I accept all your conditions Dark Lord." He replied and heard the Elf following suit.

"Goood gooood" The Dark Lord declaimed cynically. and then he laughed like he just made a joke only he can understand.

The Dark Lord gestured and two Minions appeared in front of them. "This is B1 and B2 they are both shape shifters which will be strong enough to protect you and watch over you. Oscar you will be assigned to B1 and Michael to B2." The Dark Lord linked their life force to each of the Minion assigned to them. It means that If B2 somehow die he will die too.

At least he's still alive. He had expected a horrific execution after they were captured, but it seems the Dark Lord is not into senseless killing. This is one of the reasons he decided to stay, he's curious about the Dark Lord's character as a person.

A large round table suddenly appeared with the Ancient Realm World Map drawn on the surface of the table. There are twelve high back chairs encircling the table. Each high chair have a name engraved on the top for each the races living in the Ancient Realm.

The Dark Lord whispered to the woman and they both stood up and walked towards the round table. The Dark Lord let the woman seat to her designated chair that says Deamune and then he sat next to her on the chair that says Dark Lord. The Dark Lord looked at both them and gestured to sit on their designated chair. He noticed that the chairs on the right belongs to the Light Race while the left are for the Dark Races. They went and sat on to their designated chairs, their Minions B1 and B2 positioned themselves at their right rear side.

"Puff here is my personal assistant and scribe he will be documenting all our conversations."

Michael looked at Puff who is scribbling on his book in a frenzy. He already know that Puff is a shape shifter like B2 behind him. He also discovered that he is the Dragon they fought when they where captured. The Dark Lord referred to him as his magic dragon on their first conversation and then he laughed like he said something funny only he understand.

"Now for our first agenda. Michael, tell me what you know about the human Wizard Merlin of House Sylvestrus."

Michael was surprised about the question. He is not a magic user so he don't have an extensive knowledge about the great Wizard. He only knew about the legend that he came to this world through a portal millenniums after the Age of Legends. This is during the war of the Light Races against the Empire of the Sun Realm. Legend says that he also destroyed that said portal and assigned his House as a guardian to bar anyone from entering the place where the portal once stood. After he explained this the Dark Lord remained silent for a long time.

"Alright then," The Dark Lord said snapping out of his thought. "I'd like to introduce to you my future wife the Deamune Princess Victoria from the Deamune world. She is the direct royal descendant of the Demon Lord who killed the MagalaNs in the Age of Legends. And I intend to summon her in the Ancient Realm and marry her."