Immortal Wars: Light, Blood, & Tears Part 1

(Disclaimer: A warning to those who continue.  This is a sequel to a previous story.  Both of these were written in the mid-1990’s.  While the first one was slightly edited and vanity press published, this one has not been touched in over 20 years.  I figure I should do something with it and people may get a laugh or fright from how I used to be.  Every author comes from somewhere, so this is part of my origin.  To that end, I am deeply sorry for whatever nightmares I will inflict on the literary world and the American English language.  Enjoy?)

On the farthest, darkest side of Pluto, is a structure of festering evil.  It is an enormous, ebony tower that resembles the legendary Tower of Babel.  Though there are no visible windows, the hallways are filled with a sickening, red light.  Occasionally, a swift shuffling is heard or a pair of sinister eyes can be noticed within the eerie gloom of the hallways.  This is the evil immortals’ highly protected home, the Black Tower.

“This should do the trick.  Now, where did I put that pink bottle?  There it is.  Can you hand me that small, pink bottle of cyanide on the shelf?” asks a gorgeous blond while she works with very a complex chemistry setup.  This woman calmly stares at the bubbling test tubes with her fiery, green eyes and she keeps her skin-tight clothing covered by a pale lab coat.

“Cyanide?  Do you think that toxin seem a little too potent and deadly for our intentions?  We do not want to kill any of them, Adriana.  That will certainly not help any part of your plan,” answers Startrix with her dead-leaf voice.  This woman has terrifying, orange eyes, but the rest of her body is covered by ugly, metal armor.

“Speak for yourself, Startrix.  After the beating all of us took over a year ago, half of those idiots are lucky to be breathing.  It took months for me to finally calm down from the embarrassment of being defeated by a group of novices.  But with your vision powers and my superior skill in the field of chemistry . . .”

“Skill in chemistry?  That is a very big understatement when it is pertaining to you, seducer.”

“Please don’t get a sense of humor until the end of the immortal wars.  I only need to add a few more things to the drink.  Pass me that golden box that you’re sitting on.  And please try to be gentle with it.  The contents are extremely old and fragile.  A I think one of them is explosive.”

“Here.”  The armored immortal tosses the medium-sized box and watches Adriana catch it without even looking at it.  To the mysterious immortal’s surprise, the voluptuous chemist takes out three large bottles of strong liquor.

“Orion rum?  Ursa whiskey?  Draco scotch?  Those are some of the strongest alcoholic beverages in this universe.  Orion rum is even illegal on a few of the planets because it can kill plant life.  Unless you plan to make everyone drunk, they do not have any practical use in your potion!” exclaims Startrix as her friend pours the three liquids into a large witch’s cauldron.  When she adds the test tubes that she was working on, a small puff of rainbow smoke spurts out of the potion and hits Adriana right in the face.  Before turning to her ally, the blond genius tries to clear her head of the hallucinations that appear in front of her eyes.

“I knew I should have forgotten that damn whiskey.  I hate the side effects of that stuff.  Unless there really are blue and purple bunnies playing soccer in the air.”

“Not this time.  Here take this drink.  It should help clear your head.  After quickly sending you through all the stages of a drunken haze.  Please do not breath on me until the potion takes effect.  Now, what are those alcoholic drinks for?”

“Hiccup.  Oh, the alcohol.  Hiccup.  They’re for taste, silly.  Cyanide tastes worse than a basket of rotting eggs.  There we go.  My head is all clear and the annoying stupor is gone.  God damn it.  I got sulfur dust all over my new outfit.”

“What a devastating shame.  But, when have you tasted cyanide?  Uh, what are you doing, Adriana?”  The younger immortal is starting to peel off her blue shirt when Startrix turns to look at her.

“Its called changing my clothes.  You should try this particular activity one of these days.  You can’t wear that gothic armor for eternity.  Besides you used to be as beautiful as I am.  So just calm down, old woman.  Don’t forget that when I was a child, you were the one that gave me a bath.  Well, that is until you got fired for leaving me alone in a large house.  Father always was overprotective of me.  The point is that my naked body is nothing new to you.”

“It is not new to anybody.  Most men that are alive in every galaxy have seen you in the buff.”

“Shut up about my freaking private life, Startrix!  How many times do I have to hear those slut comments?  So, I like spending a lot of my time with men.  Just because it’s true doesn’t mean you can keep talking about it!  Now, what did you want to know about?” says Adriana while she wriggles into her usual dark pink bodysuit.  She starts pouring the simmering potion into seven large cups of silver and then the last of it goes into a jewel-encrusted goblet.

“You seem to know about the effects and uses of cyanide very intimately.  It is something I have wondered about for years.  Considering you have used it in every potion that you ever made,” states Startrix.

“Well, it is a rather funny story if you think about it.  When I was eighteen, my father took me to this big feast for some political big shot in Rome.  It might have been for that egomaniac called Julius Caesar, but I don’t remember, or care, because he isn’t important.  Anyway, Cybro was there and he had tried to poison one of the important guests with cyanide.  I accidentally drank the cup of poison and became very sick.  Every doctor in Rome tried to discover how I survived.  Cybro was especially angry once he found out that his plan was foiled.  He still hates it when I mention this story.  Does that answer your question, old friend?”

“More or less.  Cybro must really hold a grudge if he still hates you for that incident.  But it is time for the meeting.  Do you think they will go along with your plan?”

“Of course they will.  I am their leader and my plan is nearly perfect.  Aside from that, they don’t have much of a choice.  Just one thing, Startrix.”

“What?”

“If you make one more sex joke toward me, you’ll need a lot more than your full platemail armor to protect you.  Understand?”

“Crystal clear,” mumbles the eerie female as she follows the blond immortal into the blood red hallway.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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3 Responses to Immortal Wars: Light, Blood, & Tears Part 1

  1. Pingback: Immortal Wars: Light, Blood, & Tears Part 2 | Legends of Windemere

  2. L. Marie says:

    I missed this installment, so I’m glad you posted a link to it! Yes, they took quite a beating last time, so revenge will probably be sweet.

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