The Final Evolution

Inker sat in his throne room, waiting. He had called for Otherin to be here, for he had a.... surprise, waiting for him. 


A week or so ago, he had killed some poor sap, a warlock who had crossed him in the past, and taken his soul. After studying it and using a bit of it to create a new magic tool design, he was finished with it. So, now it was time to 'reward' his favorite lieutenant. With ascension to Demon Blade status.

He would fiddle with the soul in his hand, waiting. Next to him sat the corpse of the boy whose soul it had been, reanimated as a last, final, insult as one of Inker soldiers, souless, mindless, and BORING.

Otherin had finally passed through the doors of the throne room he had been called to his newly tailored coat finally fitting to his new frame. The sound of his boots softly clacking on the floor as he approached "Something important you wished to discuss Inker?"

Instead of following the ludicrous instructions to have his head snap back and forth Otherin kept his eyes firmly placed on Inker's face. "I am quite ready Inker." He states folding his arms firmly behind his back.

"....Not a fan of old spice then, I take it." Inker would bounce the soul in his hand, up and down, up and down...

"Anyways, before I hand over the keys to power far beyond that of what you are used too... Tell me, Otherin, why do you seek power?"

Otherin blinked once before replying "Might controls everything and without it ones goals cannot be meet. I have acquired knowledge but that is only have of what one needs to have might. A brain is nothing without the brawn to back it up."

"....I was kinda asking what your goals were. Really, don't be so serious all the time. All work and no play makes Otherin a dull boy, to paraphrase one Stevie King."


Inker would chuckle. "Hehe...But yeah, long term goals, whats yours? Power for its own sake, becoming a god, madness everywhere, free booze, what?"

"Long term... well truthfully I just want some piece and quiet from all the yammering idiots of this world and to guide the weak and stupid off to where they belong which is either dead or away from everyone who deserves to have their time on the planet. If you find this unsatisfactory then that is your opinion." Otherin said his stern look and eyes never wavering from Inkers

....

Inker would begin shaking, trembling, as if he were trying to contain some awful power.

"PPPPPPFFFFFT! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"






Or, y'know, trying to contain laughter. Doubling over, Inker began banging his arm on the side of his chair. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! I can- HA- Understand- HAHA -Not liking idiots, but this- HAHAHA- Takes it to a new hehehehe level!"


Standing up straight, Inker would cease his laughter and become deadly serious. "Unfortunately, your goal is one that can't really be accomplished. Idiots will ALWAYS exist. The weak will always exist. There is literally nothing short of becoming omnipotent and changing the rules of reality that will change that."

Otherin waited for Inker to finish before speaking up again "If becoming a god and changing the very fabric of all reality is what it takes then I suppose I shall have to work much harder than I am now to achieve my goal." as he was unfazed by Inker's behavior.

"Very true, the world is headed towards a bad end and I generally don't think anything can stop that." Otherin says as his eyes finally flick towards the purple soul in Inker's hands.

Sprocket burst loudly into the room making quite a spectacle of himself, dragging an enormous machine which was covered by a black tarp behind him, the squeaking of swiveling wheels bouncing around the room. Suddenly, he realizes that there was already something important looking going on, so he just kind of sits there awkwardly, the eccentric looking irishman rocked back and forth on his heels, not making eye contact. He was a thin man with crazy red hair going every which direction. Welding goggles hung around his neck and a grease-smeared tool apron covered him from waist to knees.

"Getting impatient, are we? Well, all I can say to that is-"


Then Sprocket burst in. Inker would sigh. "Gimme a moment, Sprocket, in the middle of something. Anyways, Otherin, glad to see you agree with me. Except on the matter of whether or not the course can be changed. THAT I disagree with. After all, I do believe I have changed it already. Not enough, however." 


He would lean forward. "Hence why I need a strong, LOYAL, Demon Blade working for me. Tell me, do you consider yourself loyal?"

Otherin thinks for a few seconds before saying "I am loyal to those who are loyal so I shall ask the same of you. Can you say to me that you won't drop me at the first moment something comes up?" His milky eyes staring deep into Inker's.

Ooc: feel free to skip my turn, sprocket is just waiting awkwardly.

"Eh. So long as you don't go off the rails crazy, and endanger my plan, why would I? So yes, you can expect me to not drop you like a bad penny." Inker would say, sounding a bit bored.

"Good, then I suppose we should finish our little business so that you might have your meeting." Otherin says his milky eyed gaze floating back to Inker's eyes as he speaks.

Inker would grin, and toss Otherin the soul with a slight chuckle. "Enjoy. Now, Sprocket, what was it you wished to discuss, my valued associate?"

Sprocket jumped a little, not with fear, merely surprise as he was shocked out of some personal line of thought "Oh, yes sir!" He says, voice practically dripping with his irish accent."I finished your weather device's upgrades! It was a bit of a challenge seeing as napalm is rarely found in your typical forecast, but I managed." He says, pushing the machine forwards and ripping off the cloth "Ta-da!! As you can see it has nearly doubled in size. That is because napalm cannot be drawn from the atmosphere." He suddenly smiles rather mischievously "Oh, and I thought ye might appreciate this! The second canister you'll see on the side is filled with cat and dog stuffed animals, so you can now make it rain cats and dogs! Furthermore, it replenishes via a one_way portal, so ye don't run out." He walks up and hands inker a black controller. "For ease of weather control, sir!"

Otherin lightly palms the soul as he weighs it in his hand to find it no different than the others he had consumed except for the slight color difference and lifts it to his lips and wraps them around the soul slowly consuming it and feels a sharp, drastic spike in his head that was followed by a surge of raw power and a crackling up his elongated spine. "Well..... damn that was something." he said through mildly clenched teeth and closed eyes. "What was the type of witch... so I know what to expect?"

"Alchemist, warlock. Bit weird with his kind of magic." Inker would say to Otherin as he pocketed the remote. "Anyways, Sprocket, thanks. The FUN I can have with this...Fun in the Dwarf Fortress sense, of course. Anyways, before I forget, I have a ..... project, I need your help on, beyond the weather control device."

Sprocket nods eagerly, not caring in the least a about inker or Clyde's machinations, only wanting to build magic tools for the sake of the craft itself "Oh, yes sir!! Though, we'll have to keep this one off the record, y'know how Clyde is with his favors; ya got to pay through the nose fer just one."

"Indeed. You see, I've designed a device called a 'Black Box'." Inker would reach into his cloak, and pull out a small.....thing. It seemed to be a small cube, of sorts, separated into four parts, connected by a invisible force, with a red glowing shard at the center. "Black Box Epsilon Judgement. A red core model. Increase in power, at the cost of a increase in madness. I require you to ...... improve, its, and other Black Box models, design."