It was late in the evening. Telemachus sat at a desk in his private quarters in one of the top rooms in the Jove Capital spire. Candles flickered light in the room. The wind started to pick up, swirling around the room. The candles blew out. Telemachus poured out of his seat to a knelt position, a position none had ever seen him in. Then a red glow appeared over him like a small storm him. It’s as if the glow pinned Telemachus to the ground.
A wind like voice came from the eye of the red storm, “You have done well.”
Telemachus gave a nod.
“You have put the Azoth Gate in position as you had promised. The demon is nearly in possession of the gate. It will be sometime before he acquires the souls to power the gate for our arrival. When that time comes the gift of immortality will be yours when I take you as my vessel.”
Telemachus’s heart broke a little when he thought of manipulating Elestirne as he did. He did not lie, but he may have replaced one enemy for another. He knew he’d rather unleash hell than let these humans rule the Land. The true plan was not to send the Jovians back at all, but bring forth an army of pure darkness to wipe them out, meanwhile obtaining great power, though he would have to share it with his master.
“What would you have me do now, my lord?”
The dark voice responded, “Obtain the Scepter, but do not use it until we are one.”
“As you wish.”
The storm stopped instantly and papers fell to the floor.