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World Dumbination

"I always blamed my mother for my turn to evil. You see, she never paid enough attention to me as a child. I was always placed second to my older brother, Orin. He was the perfect child. Became a Holy Knight when he was only eleven. He was fluent in seven languages at age fifteen. Mother spent all of my inheritance on sending him to a special school for future heroes. All I wanted was some attention. Just a 'Hey there kiddo how you doing?' Or 'I love you Son.' Anything! But nooo, she would say to me instead 'Why can't you be more like your brother?' 'Orin never wet the bed, what's wrong with you?'   She didn't even notice when I started bringing books on black magic home from the library. Not a word was said when I began performing voo doo rituals in our basement. And she didn't even take the time to look when I began bringing demons home with me. If my mother was responsible for my turn to evil, it was not her fault I kept it going. Eventually I got a mentor and was provided with the attention I desired. Problem was, I was addicted to evil. I loved it. I wanted more. In fact, I wanted power so much that I decided to take over the world. I spent years obtaining the necessary capital and power. I used my magic to make a killing on the stock market. In my spare time I practiced law. I found it to be evil enough for my tastes and it gave me a firm grasp on what I had to do to take over the world. Now I sit in my castle, contemplating new ways to overthrow the peace in this world for a more tyrannical order. I pace back and forth in front of the fireplace, pondering how best to employ my resources. I am dashing in a suit with my long, black hair pulled back. A beautiful demon enters the room and notices my deep concentration. She raises an eyebrow and looks as if she might speak, but she seems unsure if she dare interrupt me while I am so deep in thought."
"Are you self-narrating again?"
"What? No. Not really. Ok just a little. Well, yes. Look I can't help it! It just comes out sometimes. It helps me think better!"
"Yeah well, it's just not normal. Even for a Demon Lord," the demon woman said.   She moved to the over-stuffed chair and flames burst from the fireplace, sending warmth and light throughout the room. She took a book from the small table beside the chair and began to read. The Demon Lord stopped pacing, crossed his arms, and looked at her.
"What?" she asked, her eyes almost glaring as she looked up at him.
"How do you expect me to think like this?"
"Like what? With heat and light? Heaven forbid you be comfortable when you act like an idiot," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt.
"I'm going to narrate more. Will that bother you?"
"No go ahead, do what you want. You're the one paying me. It's just weird, that's all," she said.
"So is a demon who likes to read books," the Demon Lord said. He cleared his throat and began once more. "My name? Lord Fienze Shilador Valock the fourth. Lord Fienze will do, or Master if you are fond of your life as I'm sure you are. As I sit in deep thought, I spot my demon servant and I recall our first meeting just a few short days ago. I had the money, I had the dark powers, now I needed demons to do my bidding. I researched the demons and found a bar where demons could go to get hired. This would naturally be the perfect spot for me to begin my army. I swaggered into the bar, knowing I must make the best impression if I was to get the necessary fear and respect. A scaly demon with putrid green eyes stood in the doorway. He asked my name and I gave it.   Demon Lords are known by reputation. I didn't have one yet, but this demon seemed to know my name. He asked what I wanted, and obviously I told him I was in the market for a demon. 'All the half-decent demons already have Lords. If you want one, you'll have to kill another Demon Lord. They'll work for you then.' I wasn't sure I was ready to take on another Demon Lord just yet. Fortunately he went on, grinning for some strange reason. 'If you're in a hurry though, there's a very strong demon with no Lord sitting over there. But, it's a she' I saw her and was immediately struck with how beautiful she was. She had no horns or tusks. She looked human even. Long brown hair was pulled back and tied in the middle of her back. She was looking down at a book, but a sword lay across her lap. She had smooth, flawless skin. 'Is she any good?' I asked the demon. He nodded, holding back a laugh. I suspected he underestimated me a little. 'She's probably the best there is.' I nodded and walked over, hearing him laughing behind me. I would prove myself to him. I sat down at the table and slapped a couple grand in front of the demon. She looked up and I saw her eyes for the first time. Her irises and pupils were pure white, but the irises were outlined in black, as if someone had just failed to color inside the line.   I with held a gasp with amazing composure and spoke. 'I need a demon. I can pay you well.' She raised an eyebrow and reached out a delicate hand to take the money. 'What's your name?' she asked me. I grinned menacingly. 'My name is Lord Fienze Shilador Valock the fourth.' 'Why do you want me?' she asked, counting the dough slowly, as if to check it's validity. 'You're the best aren't you? I mean even if you are a woman, I can't be picky. I still need someone.' I said. Her eyes were emotionless, but her breathing changed. She was upset about something. 'I am the best. Valock? I've heard of you. You have billions right? I want a million a year. Shouldn't be too hard for you right?" Something in her voice stirred the evil within me, and I knew we would be a great team. 'It's a deal,' I told her and we shook hands.   We...Hey I've got a plan!"
"Oh goody, does that mean you're done narrating?" She wasn't that excited.
"For now. Come on...umm...dang it, what's your name again?"
"You never asked. I've been here three days and this is the first time you've even noticed," the demon said, standing.
"Oh well, no matter then! Come on you! We have work to do," Lord Fienze said, moving to exit the room. The demon rolled her eyes and followed, her cape-like coat flowing behind her.
"Idiot," she whispered as the headed through the castle halls to begin commiting their evil.