I want to simply say thank you to whoever decided to follow along with the two ‘Immortal Wars’ books I’ve been posting for a few years. They were my first attempts at writing a novel, a fantasy, an action story, and a series. I had no idea what I was doing and my confidence got blown to bits several times when I was creating these stories. This is probably another reason why they failed because I had very little faith in myself back in high school. So, it’s nice to see these get some attention. Now, I don’t have these books sitting on my laptop and acting like a private shame. So, thank you.
(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?)
Eighteen minutes after Cybro and Adriana get back to the Black Tower, most of the uninjured immortals meet to discuss the lose of two of their own. Kilanus and Hellax are absent because they were ordered to help fix and refit Cybro. Meanwhile, Adriana has to try and talk to the other villains, who are attempting to stay calm. After about ten seconds of holding back, one of them looses control.
“We will ignore Tegam for now. But I want to hear your explanation of Draveon’s death. Why were you said to be involved with the guardian?” growls Psylon, who has a tight grip around the seductress’ neck. Adriana is weakly struggling to break away while Startrix and Mindtrigger are trying to get through a three-foot thick barrier of fire.
“This choking move is really getting old, firefly. Of course, the fire barrier is a nice touch. But I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go,” gasps the blonde while she savagely digs her sharp nails into Psylon’s dark skin. The maniac fails to notice her own fire-like blood trickling to the floor. She also doesn’t notice a swift shadow leap through the fire until it tackles her.
“It’s a good thing I don’t like obeying any orders from Adriana. Now, put my mother down or you die. You know that I will gladly slaughter you like the fat, ugly pig you resemble,” threatens a slightly burnt Kilanus. The fire barrier dies down while the three female immortals get to their feet. Psylon walks over to a nearby hoverchair, so she can set it on fire.
“Let us try to rationally discuss this. Obviously, Adriana has not heard or read any of Earth’s recent news reports. But first, I suggest that Psylon goes back to her room and rests. Take her there and make sure that she stays inside until I arrive, Kilanus. Use any means necessary to restrain her,” orders Mindtrigger from a few feet above the others.
“I have a husband to mourn, so I’ll leave. But you owe me blood vengeance for Draveon’s death, Adriana. Now either you send me after the guardians or I take it out of your bouncing carcass. And I want it soon.” Psylon storms out of the room and Kilanus silently disappears into the shadows to follow the redheaded lunatic.
“Well, she seems to be taking this entire death of her husband thing pretty nicely. I’m surprised you haven’t tried to kill me, scientist. Why?” says Adriana as she sits on the edge of the table. Mindtrigger lands on the ground and suddenly punches the blond immortal directly in her nose.
“I am angry. But Startrix has told me what my created son was planning. He may have been physically stronger than you and he may have had better powers, but I knew that he wouldn’t win. He would not back down either. You always seem to find ways out of trouble. Getting Fate to help you and using Cybro’s only hologram projector was a plan worthy of my genius. Draveon was a beloved part of my life and I will miss him. But he made the wrong enemy.”
“Thanks, Mindtrigger. But rot in hell for this broken nose.”
“Excuse me. I have a very important question. Why did Draveon’s body disintegrate instead of teleporting back to the Black Tower? That was what your potion was supposed to do,” mentions Startrix.
“Well the potion was an experiment, after all. I mean, how was I supposed to know exactly what would happen? But I did promise that the guardians would not be able to get their hands on his body. I think I might have put a little too much cyanide into the drink. Or else it was bad sulfur. Now, why is everyone talking about some news reports?” Adriana inquires while her nose heals. A morning edition newspaper is handed to her and the tired villain’s eyes go wide. On the front page is a picture of Fate and Adriana fighting Draveon in the museum. Above the detailed, color photo is the big, bold words ‘Immortal Heroes’.
“Do you need an explanation? Or, have you just realized the problem?” whispers the frail scientist while the ebony-armored woman goes off to a corner. She is shaking her head and apparently laughing in her eerie voice.
“I see what you mean. Whoever took this picture is a terrible photographer. They shot my bad side, which I didn’t even know existed. Of course, they get points for having guts and staying near the battle.”
“If you had bothered to read the first ten sentences, you would have realized that you’re being considered a hero. All of the planet guardians were mentioned, including an explanation and, surprisingly, a Presidential pardon for Hydrana’s actions. Her father is being put into a hospital for treatment and then a minimum-security prison. Seems her old man was a child-abuser and his entire household is speaking up against him. Some reporters even managed to get an interview with Fate, who admitted that you had helped with stopping Draveon and Cybro. Tegam was left out entirely.”
Adriana hands the paper back to Mindtrigger and starts rubbing her eyes. “What do they exactly have written down there about me? I can’t possibly be considered a true hero.”
“You couldn’t do that if you tried. It states that the woman named Adriana can be considered an even mixture of good and evil. People are aware that your ultimate goal is to rule this universe, but Fate has said that there’s more to you than that. Because of your important role in stopping Draveon, you are being called an occasional hero. It really makes no sense at all.”
“I see. Well, this is far from a bad thing. Being thought of as a hero allows me a more public freedom than the rest of you.”
Mindtrigger’s eyebrows rise before he asks, “I’m a little confused for once. More public freedom to do what?”
“I can walk around Earth’s cities without having to fight through the police and those annoying armies. Just dream about it, my friends. I can eat at those expensive restaurants and go to amusement parks any time I want. And shopping won’t have to be over the phone and through galactic smugglers anymore. The two of you and Kilanus can probably come with me. Well, maybe not the two of you,” Adriana replies in a dreamy tone. She lies down on the cool, metal table and stretches her weary body like a cat.
“Out of sheer curiosity, where do you get the money for these shopping outings and hiring smugglers? We are stationed on Pluto while you have somehow managed to amass a fortune in both Earthling currencies and Glebnokian stones,” interrupts Startrix, who is holding a goblet of bubbling, yellow liquid that smells like urine.
“There are several ways to collect unlimited funds from another planet. I play the stock market game, which you usually help me with by using your powers. Other ways are stealing money from both multi-billionaires and occasionally straight from the U.S. mint. With my current funds, I could have bought a lot more clothing than I. . .did. . .on. . .Earth. . . That son of a bitch!”
“What is wrong, Adriana?”
“Well, time witch. I had bought a few hundred new items for my out of style wardrobe, which I put on the space shuttle. Of course, Tegam took that particular space shuttle with him to Neptune. Damn it. Go fix our robot, Mindtrigger, and just let me worry about the redheaded traitor.”
“Okay. By the way, seducer. Nice haircut. But you looked much better with long hair,” mentions the frail immortal before leaving the room. Adriana slumps down into her gothic throne while Startrix sits in a distant hoverchair.
“This escapade of yours was pretty unsuccessful. We have lost two of our own, one of which gave us an irreplaceable edge against the guardians, and you accomplished none of your goals. Now, the planet guardians have the primal ring along with the sword of light and the Solstar medallion. How do you explain the point of this particular failure, Adriana?”
“Shut the hell up, time bitch. I’m severely not in the mood for your dry-leaf voice. I’ve been beaten, shot, choked, bitten, electrocuted, frozen, knocked out, and skewered all in the past week and it has not been any fun. Except for when I was bitten. But enough about my old problems. Let me tell you about my perfect, yet terribly, misguided son,” explains Adriana with a pleasant, warm smile.
The only reply from Startrix is a confused, wordless noise as the connection between the leader of the planet guardians and their greatest enemy is explained. But like Adriana told Fate, she isn’t ready to tell the entire tale just yet.
Wow. All this time I thought Draveon would somehow return to life. Maybe in the next book????
Great ending!! I know this was written back in the day. But it was imaginative and fun to read! Bravo!!!
Don’t know if I ever planned for his return. It might have happened. Not sure if my old outlines touched on that idea. Either way, this is the end. All of the characters have been repurposed for other series with bulk being used in a mocking way.
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The names are excellent. Very memorable and cleverly made up. The story is a little hard to read in parts, but that’s because my patience for fiction is not what it used to be. I do like your effort, though, and appreciate it for what it is.
Thanks. The names still make me cringe. Definitely weird seeing them again after 26 years.