Journey West 09: Servants of Power

    “WHAT THE FRICKEN DAMN IT ALL!” screams the Thing Named Jim, his voice echoing through out the white room, and down the white hall, and all through out his white mansion, out into the empty white space that is his pocket dimension, a blank slate upon which he can create and destroy what ever he wants when ever.

    He glares at a mirror, “Okay, Mirror Mirror on the plaster, where the fuck are those who serve this bad-ass master?”

    “Lord?” says the mirror in a deep manly voice, “Please specify?”

    “Specify?” says Jim, “My A-list multi-dimensional kick ass cartoon ass kicking warriors of ultimate doom…duh.”

    “Those you sent to the world of Aesperia my lord?”

    “Yeah…those…duh” says Jim.

   “My Lord,” says the mirror, “Impchin is still recovering from his wounds at the hands of the ones called Hollia and Rhulan.”

   “Still?” interrupts Jim

   “Yes my Lord,” says the mirror, “His attack was reflected back at him with an equal and opposite force, a near absolute zero blast. He is lucky to just be alive.”

    “Well,” says Jim as he floats in the air cross-legged sitting and rubbing his chin, “What about Mookatin?”

    “Dead my lord,” says the mirror, “killed by the one called Rhulan, he did revive however, but a death hunter called Sickle claimed his soul for the Land of the Dead.”

    Jim floats on his back, his cloths changing into pajamas, “Okay finish the bed time story.”

    “Yes my lord,” says the mirror, “Vol-Pinyo and Adorable Death Bringer despite an apparent dispute joined forces, their actions however somehow by means even I can not understand caused the one called Rhulan to exhibit celestial level powers of death warping reality thus forcing them both to flee. Currently they have been captured by Namia the queen of the Land of the Dead and are beyond your reach my lord. The duel entity known as Cookie betrayed you my lord, and is now beyond my vision, last I saw of her as per your orders to watch all those you claim as your own, she was spirited away by the creatures called the Suihrai.”

    “Shit,” exclaims Jim as he snaps his finger making the mirror explode into a million pieces, “stupid thing could only see people I tagged, totally worthless now that I’m out of A-list multi-dimensional bad-asses.”

    He cups his hands and tears up, “At this rate I’ll be forced to hire free agents who only work for the money.”

    He ducks down and bites his knuckles, “and even worse, I might have to hire someone who isn’t cartoony…oh dear…oh my…”

   An evil gleam comes over his eyes, “Waaaaait…aaaa…minute.”
   He looks at the shattered remains of the mirror being swept up by a magic dust pan and duster, “You said one of those psycho bitches in the way of me getting my beloved Betty rippled reality….celestial level power right….yeah, that’s right…”

   He wrings his fingers, “I’ll have to go through a proxy…but it might just work.”

   He snaps his fingers and summons a magic orb.

   “Magic orb, magic orb…bring me the interdimensional phone book.

   A tiny cartoon arm and hand salutes from the surface of the orb before it returns with the phone book.

    Jim says, “Aesperia, Death Hunters, dimensional instabilities, crazy ass chick with god like powers, oh yeah, I got you all now.”

   He picks up a phone that materializes out from the pages of the phone book, “Leaping the Fourth…that’s right it’s The Thing Named Jim, Ole Jimmy, I got a job for you, I’m going to need you to contact the Black Circus….”

    ******

    In the desert Corinth stands over a giant centipede that had attacked her, this creature’s flesh will be made into a stew for her dinner tonight. Before she can cast a spell of refinement on the body her staff leaves her hands and floats in the air before her, the green orb shining a brilliant green light, cascading over the silver frame of the staff. The light seems to call darkness around them, the light of the sun erased from this spot as though it wasn’t there, the blackness flows like water with shades of green, violet, dark red, and gold shimmering between cracks in the waves.

    A voice not unlike Corinth’s own issues forth from the orb, it is not heard, it is felt, the voice is part of the light and the darkness, not a voice, a rippling through dimensions and space felt in the very soul *Corinth* it says *My priestess why are you upon Aesperia?*

    “Great Goddess of the Light,” says Corinth as she bows before her staff and with hesitation her voice she says, “also…goddess of the shadows.*

    Laughter is heard from the orb

   *You are wise as always my priestess, always so intelligent* it says.

    Corinth says, “Worshipped by both good and evil by different names at different times, I have learned you, the Light, and the Shadow, are one and the same as my ancestors knew you. Only a true goddess could be and balance such a duality. I have come to this world to learn more about you, I…felt the eye of the light open here.”
    *Indeed* it says *Know you this, this world’s balance is in turmoil, those who so impressed you my priestess are tied to the turmoil, the fate of this world must be decided by those who are connected to it*

   “Understood,” says Corinth, “I shall obey any command you give me as always great goddess of Light, Shadow, and all of chaos that drives creation.”

    ******

    A long distance away, in a dark forest with cold winds and eerie fogs, there is a tall spiral black tower, near the top is what appears to be an observation deck, except what would be windows are blocked by metal plates. Inside this place, inside the pitch blackness, a still unseen form opens its eyes, a flash of red then darkness again.

   From this dark spot a harsh raspy voice speaks, as though speaking through the throat of a woman whose vocal cords are resisting the command they are given to speak, “Dimensional ripples…” the voice coughs as though being choked and silence is restored once more to the darkness.

     Above the tower the form known as Sally appears, wearing here now dark noblewoman cloths, those same red eyes appear giant and behind her and speak in a deep masculine voice, “Higher dimensional forces talk into this world, watch it as well. Who is it now? I will teach them all, gods, demons, elves, & Immortals. This world belongs to Satasar!”