Revelation Of The Chosen (Book 1 of The Radiant Warrior Series)

Chapter 42: The Messiah of Darkness

If fear and terror themselves walked in the utterly dark room they would be scared and cowering in a corner from the aura of the presence in the room.

For in the room sat a man or what appeared to be a man, on a large rusty silver throne. His uncloaked right hand was the only part of him not concealed.

The luminous red gasoline lantern assembled on a rickety cobwebbed covered, silver side table was the only light in the room.

The man's hand was grey and wrinkled with long black fingernails and it looked like it was slowly dying for it resembled that of a corpse.

The decrypted looking hand belonged to none other than the nefarious, the notorious, the evil, Omegon, The Messiah of Darkness.

He was the ruler of the Dark Empire, father and creator of the Ruincrucians, Panthora, General Chrome, the Dark One and a number of undisclosed others.

In front of him were two of his devious Ruincrucians, their silhouettes the only remnants visible with the aid of the lantern.

One appeared to be female and very tall with what appeared to be three pairs of curving spikes on her back.

The other appeared to be very small and short like a youngling. He was holding something circular in the palm of his hands which was not discernable in the dark.

"Has he been notified about the new disturbances which have entered our world?" asked Omegon in a hoarse and dying voice.

He reminisced about a conversation he had earlier with one of his trusted and strongest Emissary. A Traitor to the Light. The one who aided the Dark One to infiltrate the Rothom Archives.

The scene took place in a misty and sinister looking forest of pine where the air was breathless and stifling so no warrior, Beastial or tree could interrupt or overhear.

"I have been waiting for your words of insight," said Omegon.

"It was not my intension to keep you waiting. I was preoccupied by several unexpected events," replied the Emissary, draped in a cerulean robe and hood.

"Very well. Now, what news do you have for me?" asked Omegon in his menacing tone of voice, praying for his Emissary to deliver what he desired to hear.

"The Hyods, they are finally aware of the infiltration into the Rothom Archives. They know it was your Ruincrucian, the Dark One and that he stole several scrolls."

"However, they are not aware of how many were stolen, due to the absence of the great and misunderstood Hyod of Ice," replied the Emissary.

"How did they find out?" demanded Omegon like the dictator he was. "I thought you had Blackthorn and the rest of the Hyods befuddled even from afar."

"I am sure you have sensed the disturbances in the Order of Light and Dark, the balance," replied the Emissary.

"Yes, I have," replied Omegon. "So, it is true. He is back and mostly likely he has found them," deduced Omegon.

He had not felt such a feeling in a very long time. It was awful and painful, but he had to endure it, for it was content he felt and it was a dreadful feeling. It made him sick like a newborn youngling.

For now, with every step his Dark Warriors took, they led him closer to victory and the end of the Empire of Light. Now even the unaware, unbeknownst to himself Lord of Wind has also part take in his plan.

"Yes, Valliantious is back. There is no doubt he found them and now he has brought them closer to our grasp," asserted the Emissary.

"Unfortunately, he has also felt the disturbance in the Order and went straight to the Archives and found the dying Warrior of Metal, who disclosed to him what had transpired," continued the Emissary, very irate sounding.