CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
The Bringer of Pain smiled to himself. Everything was proceeding as he had hoped it would – Abe had been captured by the two bounty hunters, King Glok had been assassinated by a being he thought he could trust, and Lord Fragg was on his way to becoming the next king of Glukksonia. All of it was perfect.
To some, this information would have seemed monstrous. All these huge events happening in such a short time would have overwhelmed the minds of most beings trying to take over…unless, of course, all those huge events had been in the plan from the beginning, which they were to the Bringer of Pain. He had engineered the whole story from the beginning.
It was amazing how Abe had managed to survive this long by dumb luck alone, because that was the only way the Mudokon could have managed not to be destroyed by the forces of the Dark. And since dumb luck was such an undeterminable ally, since you never knew when its help would be bad or good, it was amazing that that Mudokon had survived just with dumb luck’s help for so many danger-filled years.
But that didn’t bother the Bringer of Pain much. He might be a newcomer to this game of power, but he was by far the most powerful player. He was the one making the rules in this game, and, of course, he was the one with all the points on his side. And yet, no one seemed to take notice that he was dominating the game and wiping out all opposition.
But it was probably better this way; if they noticed he was dominating the game, there would be more fun left because everyone would die quicker, probably by committing suicide, and he wanted things to happen his way.
No, not his way. The Dark’s way. And since the Dark’s way was the only way, it would happen the way he and the Dark had it planned out.
The Bringer of Pain sat down on the hill to watch, as Lord Fragg and his Slig army neared the gates of Mantin City.
If everything went as planned – and of course it would – things would not go so perfect for either Humphrey III or Lord Fragg, but everything would work out for the Bringer of Pain.
He wished he had some fleeches around; what good was a show, after all, if it didn’t have snacks?
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