“UGH… HUH???” LERO GRUNTED as he hung from his hand and foot magna-bonder restraints in his small, damp ‘holding cell’ in the Underlevels of the Royal City where SEVERAL of the Emperor’s Slaves that he secretly kept from the COUNTLESS worlds that the Galactic Deciders had annexed into his sprawling, intergalactic empire.
With a light suddenly activating inside of his usually darkened cage, the thought to be dead, but actually imprisoned ‘former’ Keeper of Magnus looked at his surroundings with his hazy eyes.
“Heh, heh, heh… Oh, what joy this brings me to see you in such an unfortunate… predicament,” Emperor Voltair snickered as he stepped into the light of the former Keeper’s cell. “So much thracking joy. Heh, heh, heh…”
“Ugh… Ah-Alixander,” Lero grunted in a weary tone, causing the emperor to lower his brow in anger.
“OOMPH!!!” Lero then scoffed after Emperor Voltair punched him in his solar plexus with his balled up right, ring covered fist.
As the Rannukan Merc slumped from his restraints whilst gasping for air to refill his lungs, Emperor Voltair gritted, “Tis ‘Emperor’ when speaking to me, you thracking Rannukan Wretch! Tis understood???”
“Ugh… Ugh… Go thrack yourself… Ugh,” Lero spurred, causing Voltair to hit him three more times in the gut and once across the right side of his jaw.
Whilst the former Keeper spat out globs of blood onto the floor of his cell, Emperor Voltair said, “You know, Lero, every time I trek all the way down to this rather odorous raxx-hole to ‘visit’ with you, you always seem to find numerous ways to unnerve me…. ALWAYS.”
“Urgh… Thu-Thrack… Ugh… Ugh… Yuh-You,” Lero gritted, causing Emperor Voltair’s eyes to widen.
Lashing out towards Lero again, Emperor Voltair grabbed him by the neck with his right palm and pelted him numerous times right square in his face with his left fist.
After the eighth consecutive ‘crack’ to Lero’s torn and battered face, Emperor Voltair unhanded him and stepped backwards.
“Ugh… Disgusting,” Voltair scoffed as he wiped off the fresh blood that now stained his left fist and rings.
Spitting out a few of his teeth on his cell floor with more globs of blood, Lero continued to slump down from his restraints.
“Ooooh… Three MORE, I see,” Emperor Voltair remarked after he had counted the sharpened teeth that the former Keeper had spat out from his gob. “That makes the grand total… WHAT? Eight? Nine???”
“Urgh… Huff… Huff… Eleven…” Lero grunted as blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.
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“Eleven? THRACK! I cannot believe it! Grandest apologies for my forgetfulness, Lero… My old, TRAITOROUS friend. My mind has been focused elsewhere to GRANDER matters. Such as the Galactic Deciders’ breaking of a THIRTEENTH world in search of your former ‘charge’… THE OATH-BREAKER.”
Looking directly upon Lero’s scaly, bruised and bloodied head, the emperor seethed, “MAGNUS…”
“Thu-Thirteen?” Lero repeated whilst Voltair smiled devilishly. “Monster… Huff… Huff… Huff… You thracking… MONSTER!!! Huff… Huff… Huff… How could you do such a thing?!”
“I didn’t break the thirteenth world… THE DECIDERS DID,” Voltair venomously hissed.
“Under your RAXX-EATING command!”
“Oh, Lero… You just love to ‘anger’ me… Don’t you? Must I remove more of your teeth? HOW ABOUT AN EYE??? Heh, heh, heh…”
“You’re a tyrant… A THRACKING MAD, SOULLESS TYRANT!!! Huff… Huff… Huff… Huff… Those worlds… ALL OF THE WORLDS were innocent! Huff… Huff… You know this, Alixandr, and yet… YOU STILL WIPED THEM AWAY AS IF THEY WERE NOTHING!!!”
“Art thou deaf??? I said that the Galactic Deciders broke the now thirteen worlds. My hands are clean.”
“Your conscience isn't," Lero gritted whilst he continued to dangle helplessly before the insane head of the Voltairan Empire. “Huff… Huff… You shall pay for your crimes. Huff… Huff… Huf… YOU SHALL THRACKING PAY!!!”
“Really??? PAY, SHALL I?” Voltair jested. “Who shall make me ‘pay’? You? Heh, heh, heh…”
“No, not me… MAGNUS.”
The Grand Emperor’s eyes then widened as joyous grew upon Lero’s nearly unrecognizable face.
“Magnus… SHALL FIND YOU, ALIXANDR,” the Rannukan pressed as the wicked tyrant continued to stare at him in shock. “And when he does… You and the other Deciders shall ALL suffer immensely!”
“No… NO. You are wrong in your words, Lero,” the Grand Emperor tasted a sour look now painted on his face. “The only person who shall ‘suffer’... IS YOU.”
Stepping back, Voltair barked, “GUARDS!!! LASH HIM!”
Suddenly appearing out from behind the ‘gilded god of Voltaira’ were two Voltairan Knights… WIELDING ELECTRO-SHOCK WHIPS.
Lowering his scaly brow at the crackling and popping whips, Lero snarled, “He shall come for you, Alixandr… THE WORLD-BREAKER SHALL THRACKING COME FOR YOU!!!!!”
Choosing not to reply, Voltair turned away from Lero and left his holding cell… Leaving the former Keeper behind to get brutally tortured by the pair of Voltairan Knights.
