Chapter 50-- Earth, but not as they knew it.
Destrodia: 21:00 hours.
It was clear to all the Destrodians gathered in the cold, dank basement that Malum was not a happy man; as he waited for the rest to trail in, he stood atop a black marble plinth, tapping his foot erratically, a permanent scowl marring his dark features as he watched his deadly force assemble.
Deciding to wait no longer, he signalled to his guards to shut the doors; unknown to the stragglers, they had just signed their own death warrants as their tardiness had marked them as instant front-line fighters, whether they liked it or not.
Sweeping his black fringe from his eyes, Malums eyes stared out of his pallid face as if two black pieces of coal, both expressionless and showing no fear or emotion. His skin maintained the slight grey tinge of one who had spent years living, in effect, in the dark, as if a cave-dweller of old , yet his imposing air of presence still caused terror in most of Destrodia.
Flanking either side, on shorter marble plinthes, stood Corvi and Cariousus, equally mean and to some extent, more feared; whilst Malum gave the orders, it was his henchmen that carried them out and their reputation therefore preceded them, causing the front few rows of the room to gaze at the floor, rather than risk accidentally catching one of the tyrant's eyes.
Malum rose to his full, impressive height of 6ft 7 inches, a man of steel, showing bulging muscles and a thick bull neck. His fist were clenched by his sides and visible veins could be seen running the length of his arms and pulsing at his temples as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.
Facing the crowd, his booming voice began to speak, causing some to jump with fright and receive deadly glances from their peers.
"I am not intending on keeping you long. I have received intelligence that suggests Guardonia are either stepping up their recruitment drive or preparing to lay seige to us!" he chortled, as if the idea was little more than a slight affront to their name.
"Either way, " he continued, "the lightsiders have had it their own way for far too long. We have been satisfied with picking them off one-by-one, here and there, stealing their recruits and detroying their minds whenever possible. That's far too much of a nicey nicey approach. WE ARE DESTRODIANS!" he shouted forcefully, getting his point across.
"We should be making them beg at our feet, they should be answerable to us. We have made life far too easy for them of late." he added, then began to pound out his words, punching his fist into his opposite palm as he did.
"We will no longer tolerate Guardonians on our patch and I will not rest until they are either eradicated or their numbers are seriously depleted, enough for them to no longer steal our recruits or give anything good to the World. What have humans done to help themselves recently, huh???" he asked, looking round the room at the rapt faces, all of which failed to catch his eye.
"I will tell you what the humans have done.....nothing!" he roared, psyching the crowd up as he did. " When we recruit humans, we teach them how to live, how to fight, how to get a better life. The Guardonians are not having things their way anymore. So, we have made a decision, the seniors and I, as of now, 21:00 hours, we are at War with Guardonia. I don't mean the type of war where we steal their recruits and stalk or break their members. This war is going to be Earth-based. We will move our troops to a base on Earth and issue a summons to Guardonia, announcing that our Earth-battle will begin at 21:00 hours tomorrow, sunset, and will continue until one side is too weak to fight any longer. This will be a fight to the end.... remember this and remember it well--Destrodians never quit and Destrodians never lose! Anyone with a problem concerning our forthcoming bloodshed will be executed for treason....." he paused, letting his words sink into the half-stunned, half-hyped group in front of him.
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