(Previously on Immortal Wars.)

Disclaimer: Immortal Wars was the book I came up with and wrote in high school.  I hadn’t even hit college by the time I wrote the first two books.  That means I hadn’t developed my style yet, wasn’t good at self-editing, and the story was fairly basic. So, you’ve been warned that this is the ultimate author throwback segment for my blog and will show my author origins.  FYI-  I put the first book (The Summoning) through a Print-on-Demand publisher and the second one (Light, Blood, & Tears) never saw the light of day.  Enjoy!

In a room that is lit with blood red lights and the walls are painted black, live two of the most dangerous villains on the warship.  The bare-chested man stands about as high as the seven-foot ceiling and he has huge, well-tanned muscles that make it nearly impossible for him to walk through narrow passageways.  His thick, black hair rolls down to his broad shoulders and his crimson eyes glow in the dim light like fiery embers.  This monster’s name is Draveon and he has also been dubbed the ultimate genetic weapon.  This massive man carries a glowing sword, which is hooked onto his belt at all times.  The gorgeous sword looks very plain and normal, except it has a flawless ruby in the middle of the ebony hilt and a yellow diamond is embedded in the base of the pommel.

Draveon’s wife is one of the few people who can appreciate the ultimate killer’s path of murder and mayhem.  The only reason they are married is because they both crave the primal thrill and psychic rush of violent murder.  However, Draveon is a little more stable and methodical than his insane wife.  Draveon’s wife, known as Psylon, is still very dangerous, even though she is not as physically menacing as her husband.  Her entire body is permanently covered in ash and it has a dark, grimy hue to it.  Psylon, who looks much more like an ugly, redheaded man than a woman, is the general of the villains’ immense army of brainwashed aliens and the holder of a magical morning star.  The mystical weapon that she always carries, is made of an Alicoran gold handle and an enchanted steel chain.  The spiked ball that is attached to the chain is a hand-molded Medicean diamond, which makes it virtually unbreakable and extremely deadly.

“Shouldn’t we go look for her?  This is a very big warship and Kilanus probably got lost like she always does.  Last time she almost stepped out into deep space,” says Draveon when he puts down a huge chalice of some vile-smelling liquid.

“I can’t believe you actually like children of any kind.  Even adults that act like children and should just be put out of their misery.  Some ultimate weapon of mass destruction you are.  And don’t even attempt to use that born in a test tube and never had a real childhood excuse anymore.  I’m sick of hearing about it.  Of course, the little blond-haired insect will be okay.  No matter what happens, she always manages to find whatever she’s looking for or come out of trouble without a scratch.  What do you expect from her anyway?  She woke up from a twelve-year coma four months ago and she’s dumber than whatever this thing I have here,” explains Psylon with hungry, brown eyes as she sticks seven-inch long needles into a small, fuzzy creature.  With every needle, the large-eyed creature screeches in agony and bright blood spurts onto Psylon’s black and red body armor.

“Uncle Draveon!  Aunt Psylon!  I thought you were going to take me to the star room this morning,” says Kilanus when she barges into the room.  Psylon quickly moves to block the mess from Kilanus’s sight.  If there is anything that the child’s mother hates, it is when Kilanus is upset by anything.

“Of course we were.  You just had to show up at our room and not go to meet us at the star room.  But you don’t have to worry about your innocent mistake.  We’ll go there right away,” responds Psylon in a nice voice.  She represses the sudden urge to scream at the top of her lungs and throw up from all this warm, polite talk.

“Then let’s go.  Come on.  Come on!” shouts Kilanus enthusiastically.  She starts to pull on Draveon’s massive right arm.  The small teenager actually manages to pull Draveon a few inches before he lifts her off the ground with one arm.  Kilanus just dangles there and calmly waits to be put down.

“I’ll meet you and your Uncle Draveon there.  I have some business to finish up before I leave.”  Psylon gives a threatening look toward her husband.  Draveon had started to open his mouth in order to argue with his wife, but Psylon’s face took the fight out of him.  He knows he can’t possibly win the argument, even if he wanted to, and starts walking down the dismal hallway toward the star room.

“That girl is far too nice and innocent for my liking.  If only Adriana could see her as the major threat that she poses to our plans.  But that blond-haired bimbo is starting to allow her feelings to get in the way of her judgement because of that blue-eyed runt.  Some evil leader we have.  Still, I am a very patient immortal.  Especially when it comes to Adriana.  My time as leader will come soon enough,” whispers Psylon to the fuzzy creature that she has been torturing with the needles.

With an evil laugh, she grabs her morning star and smashes the furry alien until it becomes a bloody spot on the table.  She walks out the door with a cunning smile on her face and black blood covering her strong hands.  Psylon simply licks the warm blood off her gloved fingers and then licks her lips.

“Hmm.  A little sour, but delicious nonetheless,” she says as she disappears into the shadows.