Chapter 23: Chapter 23: The Competition, part 2

Chapter 23: The Competition, part 2

Thrown together with sir Reginald in a cell, Damian tries to prepare for his fate. His eyes are downcast, and yet, there is, but one spark left in him.

Sir Reginald may be old and gray, but he was a veteran of more than one battle. He still remembered Joe, back before he turned into a Lich Lord. Death had changed him, and yet, Reginald remained by his side, even when he locked that thot Marius, up in the tower.

It was a void tower and so, regardless of what Marius had tried, he could not break free, and stop the massacres, which took place in the Trap Nation. That happened a whole 2,800 years ago, and yet, for Reginald, the pain was still too great.

And now, he was in a cell. His words had landed him in here. Alek was insane, and yet, Reginald had tried to reason with him. These death matches, where children were fed to a dragon, must stop. Not that Alek, so lost in his mind, had agreed.

"Hey, sir knight," the teen asked, his voice weak from the thirst that was plaguing them both. "Do you think you could break us from here? I just need to reach the Coffee Table of Magical Knowledge. I am certain that I will pass the test."

"The coffee table is within the throne room, my boy. And it is still light outside. Alek is hearing petitions, most likely. Wait until the sun sets. During the hour of the owl, we will leave," this cell was not made with sir Reginald in mind. He could sneak out, and bring back the key.

"Hey, you served the dark lord for a long time, right? Why did you do it?" Damian asked the squirrel.

"He was the only hope I had, against Joe," it brought pain to Reginald, to even utter the name.

"You mean, the Lich Lord? What was he like?" Damian asked. He only knew that he had ordered the death of everyone who was once called a trap. Even of the children.

"Do you want to learn about him from before he went mad, or after?" Reginald said, with a heavy heart. How he wished that someone would ask him about the old Joe.

The Joe that took three strikes to open a coconut, but always shared it with him. The Joe who gave him his name, a noble name, and then shortened it to Reggie, in an attempt to flirt with that thot Marianna.

"Before, and, if we still have time, you can tell me about the Demon Lord, Marius? From before he ended up locked in a tower, that is?" Damian asked, hopeful. Perhaps he could gleam some wisdom from the lives of these two men?

"Joe had a cheat ability, just as most heroes do. It is called, the Wish Granter. Yet, he could only grant other people's wishes," Reginald said, and then smiled. "Now, my armor has long since rusted, but I still keep it in a safe. Every inch of me was covered by it. It was a gift from Joe. Well, I sort of tricked him, mind you, but he never held that against me."

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"A gift from the Lich Lord? Huh, he must have really liked you, to deck you out like a knight. No offense, sir Reginald, but, you, uhm…" The young man paused, and Reginald gave a squeaky chuckle.

"A squirrel? You know, I have always wondered if I am not perhaps a reincarnator. Granted, my memories of the different world unlocked when Joe landed on the Island of the Forsaken, but I still got them," Reginald enjoyed the awe in the boy's face.

"Wait, you must have a cheat ability, then. Could you please help me, sir knight?" Reginald shook his head.

"If I have such a cheat ability, it has never been unlocked. Perhaps, I am just a stray soul, who has slipped through the Reaper's fingers. Just like Joe," with a heavy sigh, Reginald looked at the little window. The sun was setting. Soon…

"Ok, but what about the demon lord? Is it true, he tried to bag Ultimate Heroes of Fate in a bottomless bag?" Damian asked, his eyes full of wonder.

"Too true," Reginald shook his head. "I call Marius a thot because he tried just about anything to get Joe to enter that bag. But I stopped him every time. When he finally found out that he neither will be turned back into a man, or get a new level from Joe, he went and became a siren. With the help of another one of Joe's wishes."

"Is it true that they loved one another?" Damian asked. He had always wondered if the songs got that right.

"True? It is the only true thing that the bards get right. Well, maybe the thot didn't exactly love Joe, but Joe loved him enough to become a Lich Lord," as the sun set, Reginald got up. He was not wearing any clothes.

An attempt of Demon Lord Alek to humiliate him, perhaps? Well, now that would be to his advantage. He squeezed through the bars, and then turned towards Damian.

"You wait here, my boy. I will come back with the key. Then, I will tell you the plan to get rid of the guards around the throne room. I have to say, I haven't done any battle in a while, so, we will have to use our brains," with that, Reginald escaped down the dungeon's tunnel.

Ten minutes later, sir Reginald the Fluffy would come back, lugging a big key in his paws. The teen, Damian, would take it from him, and taste freedom one more time, before he faces the greatest challenge in his life.

Yet, Alek is not asleep, as Reginald had hoped, and his paranoia would act up during the worst of times. For, he is the one who can hear the Coffee Table of Magical Knowledge in his head, and he knows that he owes his power to it.

And what would a Dark Lord do, to preserve his power?   

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