Chapter 1: King King's fury

The two soldiers entered the office and shut the doors behind them. For short, a loud bombing noice was echoing through the castle. Everyone looked nervously to the two villains, while they - looking at least as nervous - were to stand next to the great king, like someone instructed them to. When they stood there, no one in the office had an excuse anymore to stop looking at King for a moment, who in his turn was looking angry from ky to ky. The atmosphere in the office was creepier than ever. Generally it would be an honour to enter his office, but although every well-reasoned mind would gnarl one's teeth if he'd only get the instruction to open the door, nor to enter the room. It was amongst the servants a general fact that an invitation to the office would mean no good. A price had to be paid and everytime it was special what, which or how.
King looked at each person, turning angrier and stricter. His pitch-black eyes were protruding while his eyebrows were a short distance from hitting each other. He showed his dissapointment in a chilly whisper.
'I don't get it anymore. I don't get it anymore!'
His voice was raising and the atmosphere went colder. Nearly everyone was listening with stary eyes and shaking lips. Especially the soldiers didn't seem to remember how to hold their spears tightly next to themselves as they usually do anymore.
'How many times have you failed me again? What the heck is the difficult part in the mission I gave you all so many times? Kill one drizzly ky, tell me!'
No one was foolish enough to answer his questions. Not even Tormort, the torturer, had enough courage to raise his voice like he did so many times before.
'I give you the opportunity to be open. I'm always listening to your ideas. And everytime I come to the conclusing you all fail, one by one, no matter how hard I punish you afterwards!'
King smashed the table with his fist, which began to shake heavily. Everyone began to move irregulary and were looking at each other. Dr. King's face turned white. The king raised himself and bowed over the table.
'Jooky is one. When he dies I'll surely ask you to demolish every other ky who dares to stand in my way. Don't you see that you'll fail at that part!'
King began to pace up and down and was followed by every feared eye in the office.
'I've chosen each and every one of you personally to join my elite team. Some of you I promoted from a soldier. Some of you came to me and volunteered for the job. They promised me to take care of Jooky.', King stated with his cold voice. A complete silence fell over the chamber for a short moment, until he bowed over the table once more. 'And no one accompolished yet. NO ONE!'
'But...', the Illusionist stammered, who seemed to be astonished from his own bravery. 'Jooky is different. He stands in our way and... With him alive we can't do anything for you. Do you see, sir?'
'You idiot!', King yelled, his shaking finger pointing at the man. 'I've even hired you to kill Jooky! I haven't even given you any other mission yet than destroy that filthy Ky!'
The Illusionist stretched down to retrieve his monocle which fell as he bounced from King's anger and placed it onto his socket. 'I'm sorry, my king.', he mumbled shakingly with a tiny bow.
'I've taken apologies for far too many times. From everyone! I've done a little thinking lately. The message I tried to send you by punishes weren't... how do I say... received that well as I hoped. My past methods weren't working.'
Everyone went nervous and no one dared to make any noice. Not even the soldiers were talking to each other.
'I unfortunately came to the conclusion I have to change my methods into more severe ones, to let the message sink in a little deeper. Tormort...'
Tormort raised himself. He looked sure of himself, knowing from his confident and arrogant face.
'They don't need you anymore. From now on you won't torture members anymore. Let this be your punishment.'
Everyone seemed to be relieved, but they stopped breathing when they saw King's angry voice surfing over all eyes.
'I wasn't done yet!', he angrily yelled. He looked at Lucy.
'You also failed me, Lucy. I'll close all the portals to the other world, as your punishment.'
Lucy Fair looked disappointed when she held her snake-like tongue for one of the few times in her mouth. She threw her eyes to dr. King, who laughed at her secretly.
'Dr. King, you sadistic idiot. I haven't forgotten you. I want you to follow a training schedule from number one's. And don't let me notice you ignore his authority. Let me tell you I had something else in mind for which I keep as an alternative from now.'
Number one, who sat on the other side of the table and was surrounded by two of his biggest soldiers, saluted King with his typical strict and dangerous face. Dr. King's smile disappeared when his glasses went dewy. Everyone couldn't miss his fear for the soldierchief.
'Infernor,', King yelled. De promoted soldier turned his head from the doctor to the King. No one could know what he thought: his eyes were hidden under his cap, but throughout a difficult system in his body even King didn't fully understand he could still see.
'From now on, you'll only guard from the East Tower. The North tower will be unaccessable for you.'
'But my lord, the East Tower is full of those...', he pointed with contemption to Lucy, you looked at him with her sissing tongue out of her mouth. 'Beasts of... hers.'
'Let go your hopes for mercy. The fact that you have to fight to do your job correctly just feeds my satisfaction.'
Everyone laughed, but Infernor and dr. King. He was still looking frightened, still thinking about his own punishment.
King looked at number one, who was the only one who didn't change any of his appearances during the meeting. 'Of course I order you to punish the soldiers much harder when they don't function as I wish they do.', he said while rubbing his hands. The room looked at King with full astonishment and Lucy raised from her chair.
'My lord, I protest. That's not a punishment!'
King also raised from his throne and pulled a demonic face. Even more demonic than Lucy's.
'AND HE'S THE ONLY ONE IN HERE WHO DOESN'T NEED TO BE PUNISHED!'
Lucy fearly sat down again. King on the other hand not. He began to shout louder than ever before.
'I PROMISE EVERYONE THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU WILL BE PUNISHED! WHEN YOU SUCCEED IN MAKING ME MAD AGAIN, THE END IS NEARER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE!'
Dr. King howled and pushed his head on his arms. King looked at him with dislike and sat down.
His eyes went to the Illusionist, who still eagerly and a little frightened waited for his punishment.
'But nothing from what I've done to you all, could be compared with what I'll show you now.'
Everyone threw their looks at the Illusionist, whoes monocle fell again but daren't to pick it up like he did last time.
'My last victim, our beloved Illusionist, will present you all what will happen to you when you'll fail me again.'
The Illusionist gasped at King. He shook his head, raised from his chair and slowly walked backwards. 'No, my king. Please, give me another chance.'
'Another chance, he says.', laughed King with a snakelike grim on his face, followed by fake noices which more sounded like nervously made coughs than the intentionally meant laughs. Two soldiers walked towards the Illusionist and held him by his sides.
'Get him out of my life.'
The two soldiers pulled the beaten Illusionist through the door, which again closed with a loud bang, out of the chamber never to be seen again. King picked up the tiny monocle which the Illusionist lost and dreamingly observed it.
'Don't let me do this again.', King warned the rest without looking at them. He put the glass on the table and observed every nervous member of the elite-team.
'Now I've given you the chance to let it all sink in, it's time for out new operation to destroy that diabolic Ky once and for all.'
Lucy jumped up and looked with a smile on her face to something the others couldn't see. 'Diabloic...', she mumbled. 'What a coincidence.'
'What's coincident?'
'I got an idea, sir.', sissed Lucy. 'Lucifer.'
King roared dissapointed. 'Very funny, Lucy Fair.'
'No no, Lucifer. The devil. Beëlzebub. Satan. He is after all a demon.'
King looked up slowly. His face lightened and seemed to own a little hope. 'I've never thought about that.'
'That's foolish!', dr. King shouted. 'Satan is merciless. He's a rebel.'
'Silence.'
'but you can't. It's not possible. Ethical it's...'
'SILENCE!', shouted King. The doctor muted immediately, like all the others. He straightened his huge glasses. Lucy on the counterary looked happier and more evil than usually.
'It could be daungerous. He's a leader on his own. But think about it, my sir. All the possibilities.'
King seemed to be lost in thought and smiled breadly. 'I indeed could need some more power who personalize my own...', he seemingly was searching for the right word. 'personality.'
'Satan could kill Jooky.', Lucy shouted energetic. 'And he wouldn't care to demolish all the other Ky's. All that I need, sir, are the portals to open again.'
Her voice lowered. King's eyes fell on Lucy like he was hypnotized. Again he pulled a breadly smile. He raised from his thrown and sinisterely laughed. 'Summon him, Lucy! The portals will not be closed. When he's here, I'll retake everything I've said to you. then I'll forgive you.'
Dr. King enviously looked at the woman. Infernor too didn't seemed to be glad with his king's mercy. Tormort on the other hand smiled proudly at her while number one didn't look like he cared.
'Dr. King!', King shouted in a strict manner. 'Let the devil find his home in this castle. Number one will make you your training schedule. Infernor, Don't let Jooky near the castle so he doesn't get to know anything. Tormort, I got no important applications for you, but you may...'
Suddenly the door was thrown open. A soldier jumped in with a sweated face and breathed heavily. Number one jumped from his chair and pushed the soldier down with his spear.
'I wish not to be disturbed while in a meeting, Soldier! Unless it's urgent, you aren't allowed to...'
'Please, general, I got a message for the king.'
'Let him speak.', King said. The soldier slowly raised from the floor.
'My king, the Illusionist is thrown out of the castle. '
King raised with an obvious anger from his chair and hit both his fists on the table.
'WHAT?'
His voice sounded loud and furious.
'Two soldiers passed the castledoors. They said the Illusionist was banished out of the castle. I knew they weren't right!'
Number one pushed the soldier when he sprinted with his huge spear through the door.
'QUARÏ IQUISON! DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!'
'I tried to stop him, but the soldiers seemed to sure. I...'
Infernor hit the soldier with his laserbeam on his chest and looked at the furious king, who seemed to be out of his mind of anger.
'THEY - ARE - DEAD!'
King hit the table harder after every word he shouted. tormort raised and shook like all the others.
'Let me torture them, King King.'
'TORTURE THEM! LET THE PAIN KILL THEM!'
Tormort ran out of the room with a joyful smile. When the room fell in a painful silence, dr. King slowly raised from his chair.
'M... my lord.', he stuttered. 'Now ehm... now what?'
King looked at the doctor with the usual dislike in his eyes. 'Ask me something that stupid again and God, I will let you choke into your own formulas'
'No, actually I meant... Now what? The Illusionist?'
King grapped the monocle from the table. He observed it again with hidden anger. With whole his power, which was fed by his fury, he crushed the glass in his hand.
'I'll take care of him. You better take care of that corpse.'
The doctor made a deep bow and looked with dreamy eyes to the dead soldier, still lying in front of the door.