The Monitors/2015 (No, She wasn't whining)

"The measure of my many mishaps, was in correlation to the magnitude of my mission and my message." Chioma Onwudiwe

The Dark, 'The Mark' and The Star: A gulf of sooty smoke, whirled in the hollow yet dense atmosphere. Propelled by velocity that could match a tornadic gust of wind, it rapidly cleared everything in its path. As it settled, particles of debris hung suspended in the air. Gradually, the vague silhouette of the 'fly-lord' manifested into a full form of his manifestation. A now palpable presence that dimmed the crypt even further. The dark lord was in attendance.

The sixth monitor rushed forward, stumbling as he scampered into position. The diligence of haste at the moment, more real to him than his very existence. Puffing as he struggled to verbalize his intentions, he got on one knee and bowed his head. "Darkness looms heavily over us my lord," started the quivering servant. Raising his head slightly as he spoke, he made sure not to look directly at his master. It never paid any of them, even his very own offshoots. To look the 'fly-lord' directly in the eye.

They were like cavernous pools, of an engulfing abyss. Even to an agent of darkness, the eyes had the capability to suck out their very essence. The monitor had now succeeded, in leveling the tremor in his voice. While fixing his gaze at a spot beyond, the 'fly-lord's left arm. "I am darkness itself and every vicinity in this pit is dark, you foolish one! Now try another intelligible expression!" Roared the lord of evil. The monitor paused for a few moments, as he dipped his head a little lower than it had been. All the while, absorbing the hot and heavy breath emanating from his master.

"Indeed my lord. But I speak only of the 'Mark' and its permeating threat." The 'fly-lord' cut fiery and enraged eyes at him before speaking. "Repeat that again, you time decaying weasel." Barked the irate ruler. "Wizus my lord. The name is Wizus." Interjected the trembling subordinate without thinking. "Shut up! Do you dare to interrupt me as I speak weasel?" "No my lord, just explai...." "Shut 'the scorching flame' up, until I am finished."

The 'fly-lord' waited until there was complete silence and the receiving subject, was now bound by paralyzing fear before continuing. "Now tell me how you found out about the 'Mark'." The beleaguered monitor darted his eyes wearily and cautiously. Wondering as he did, if this was a trick question coming from the deadly master. However, he started to answer. "My lord, with extensive monitoring and 'galaxial' study. We managed to narrow down a shooting and troubling star, that led to the good and great king. The ancient prophecy had it, that 'the Mark' bearer would be a seed from him. We were not exactly sure about the time frame, so we instigated and carried out three generations of massacre in that kingdom and family. Now, it is a known fact that no male heir of the good king lives anymore."

The monitor released the breath he had stifled throughout his speech while experiencing an inner rush of pride.

"So if nothing of the good and great king lives. The source of the lineage for 'the mark' completely expunged. Why then do you see looming danger?" The sixth monitor shifted his weight with great difficulty, to the other knee. Feeling his natural sustenance ebbing out of him as he did. This was definitely the end for him he mused hopelessly. He should have prepared his speech more carefully in advance. Now he had just bought himself a speedier ticket, to an endless torment and scalding existence. Howbeit an inevitable expectation.

"My lord...." He began dipping his head again, even as his master cut him off. "You should retrace your useless methods. Get your facts straight, then come back to me." The 'fly-lord' dismissed him with a careless wave. "Certainly my lord."

"Now, about the girl. Are you stalking and monitoring her adequately, as you very well should?" The dark lord started again without warning. "The girl?" The monitor who had been getting ready to scuttle away, asked taken aback. "My lord, but...."

"She is suspect of some sort. Her abilities give her away. Hit her every chance you get and quick. We have little or no time left." Added the sinister leader, without acknowledging the monitor's reaction. "Indeed my lord," answered the monitor as he bowed out quickly. If his master thought it important, then he would reinforce his focus on the girl. And subsequently fortify any roadblocks, already in place. A formidable foe, required just as much of a strong resistance.

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