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Evil, Right? Part 1

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The tears would not stop. Everything they touched corroded. Well, everything but my flesh. My clothes were in tatters-although that was mostly due to my fight with bandits earlier. My wings felt bruised and cramped. Stupid villagers. First they hire me to get rid of their bandit problem, and I did. Now they have me chained up in a dank hut like some kind of monster. Why was it that humans were always this way? You'd think I would have learned by now. Being a sword for hire should not equate being mistreated for your services, even if she has green feathered wings, long green hair, and silver feline eyes.

I wanted to hate them. To destroy them. To make them hurt like they hurt me. I knew I wouldn't though. Or maybe it was more that I couldn't do it. I'd be the monster they named me, no better than the bandits I hunt and destroy. I'd be the worst kind of scum. Besides, I keep hoping that some day people would stop hurting me.

My tears ate through my chains, and I flexed my wings. Still serviceable. Good. Stealthily I slipped passed a large fire and angry crowd. If I didn't hurry, they would burn me alive. A small child saw me, and shouted, “The monster is getting away!”

I took to the sky and flew towards the cursed forest of Kennai. I have a base camp on it's edge. No one ever goes near the place but me. I count on the reputation of the forest to keep people away. So far it had worked like a charm. Too bad my bad day was about to get worse.

My camp had been raided. All of my provisions, all my tools, my clothes, bedding, and medicinal supplies. Everything was gone. Who would do such a thing? Why was it everyone thought I was fair game for bad treatment? That I was worthless? Maybe, if evil is what they thought I was, then perhaps evil I should become. How hard could it be?
* * *

The stronghold of Dale was under the command of a vile sorcerer called Dark Despair. His real name is Harold. Far less intimidating, right? I tried to get an audience with him, wanting to join forces with him. Unfortunately, every person that I tried to ask attacked me. I defended myself with blade and a few minor spells. Before I knew it, my path was littered with the bodies of creatures of dark magic. There was nothing to do but keep going. I was sure if I could find Harold, he'd let me join forces with him. I was so sure, but I was wrong. Again.

One look at me, and he commanded his army to destroy me. I couldn't let them. If I did, I'd be dead. Besides, I was going to become Evil. I couldn't waste my time with stupid fights, so I just destroyed them instead. It wasn't that hard at all. Dark Despair was really mad at me. He ran out of soldiers and tried to kill me himself. For someone who was supposed to be extremely powerful, he fell far too easily.

Suddenly, I was in possession of an evil stronghold. It was mine. I could finally become Evil. The dead were everywhere. The magnitude of how many there were scared me. How was I supposed to replace an army? After all, Evil people always had armies and minions, right? I cast a spell to turn all the bodies to light. It was the one I used on bandits after a fight. Much easier than digging graves.

A thorough search of my new home resulted in more death. However, I found the dungeon. It was full of prisoners and slaves. As they might have a loyalty spell on them, I drove them out. Set them free. Exiled them. Call it whatever you want. I, Rayleena Sky, was now an Evil overlord in possession of my own fortress. Step one complete. Step two was to....um...well...I hadn't thought that far ahead. I was certain that news of my ascent would spread quickly.

* * *

One nice thing about my fortress of Evil is that there was lots of money and loot. I could easily live in comfort for the foreseeable future. Of course, now that I was Evil, maybe I wouldn't have to pay? Scratch that. That'd put me in the same category of scum as all the bandits I'd ever destroyed. No way would I stoop to petty evil or just plain distasteful actions. What to do? I needed a plan. After all, everyone knows that the Evil are ambitious. World domination just seemed like way too much work. Still, it couldn't hurt to hire some mercenaries and servants. This place might be a fortress, but it's former occupants had left it filthy. There. A goal. Hire people to make this place clean and comfy.

* * *

I will never understand humans. Miles south of my fortress, there were a group of villages that routinely sacrificed people to a dreadful monster. That kind of thing makes my skin crawl. I still don't have any mercenaries, but I could conquer a few villages by myself, right? How hard could it be?

Stealthily, I found a good perch to see what kind of monster they were feeding, and who they were feeding to it. The monster was a huge, scaly, stinky swamp monster. It looked like a giant leech crossed with some kind of devil spawn reptile. Having assessed the monster, I turned my attention to the sacrifices. Six maidens and six young men were tied hand and foot, being dragged towards the leech monster. Everyone looked terrified-including the villagers. Obviously, if I wanted to control these villages the monster must go. Can't have them serving two masters, right?

Reaching into a pouch I'd taken off a dead bandit, I threw several fistfuls of blue glass sand and sulfur directly onto the monster from above. The villagers were NOT happy I was interrupting their feeding ritual. Too bad. Focusing my will, I turned the monster into light. It would have been extremely dangerous and much harder to turn a living creature into light had I not used that powder.

“I have conquered your monstrous master! You will now serve ME, Rayleena Sky! Untie those people immediately! This despicable practice is henceforth forbidden. If more monsters come-do NOT feed them! Especially don't feed them PEOPLE! Should anything-monster, human or other-try to take over this territory, send for me. I protect what is mine. I won't stand for anyone getting in my way.”

All the people started backing away from the bound sacrifices. What the heck was wrong with these people? A bell rang, and suddenly it started to look like this wouldn't be as easy as I thought it would be. More monsters were making their way towards us. Everyone but the 12 young people ran away and hid. Taking advantage of the calm before the storm, I released them and ordered them to safety.

“But Lady Sky, we don't have anywhere to go.” one of the girls protested.
“No kidding.” muttered a young man. “We are marked. No one would risk angering the gods by taking in marked ones.”

I examined everyone. Beneath the dirt and blood all over them, a strange red and orange flame tattoo covered half of their faces. Sighing, I glanced out into the gloom. The monsters would be here momentarily. I needed to get these kids out of my way, and fast.

“As I'm sure you know, the stronghold of Dale belongs to me. All of this foolish sacrificing and marking and monsters really pisses me off. Since I have stolen you from that monster, your lives belong to me. Go to my stronghold, and start cleaning! You cannot believe how filthy the previous Evil Overlord kept the place! Go! Now!”

They looked so happy as they took off, it almost distracted me from the next monster. The strangeness of humans could be pondered later. I had some serious work ahead of me. I have a sword, but it wasn't very effective against the leech-tiles. Instead I had to rely on my magic and various potions. After finishing off ten of the monsters, I was covered in slime, could barely fly, had run out of magic, and it was getting dark. Great combination, huh? Man, I wish I had hired mercenaries first before coming here. How was I supposed to know there was a nest of monsters here?

I could see the gleam of the leech-tiles eyes in the near dark, and I knew that I'd have to use my sword to destroy the rest-a prospect I did not look forward to. Was it even possible for me to defeat them in my current condition? Wait...I was no longer a mere bandit hunter. I was now EVIL! If there's one good thing about being EVIL, it's that petty monsters can't win against you. All I really needed was to put the fear of me into them. Yeah! That was a great pep talk. Now how could I make that happen?
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jacobmosovich's avatar
oh my gosh this is amazing. you need to change this from a test sample. this is the real deal story you see big star writers do. this is the making of a great short story. finish this at all costs its a masterpiece!