Berk Van Polan:
The marks on the wall were still burning black fire. Was this the maximum level of my powers? Do the powers belong to the maid?
“You need to try harder, Berk”, Victoria said, standing beside me and tired of seeing me trying to expand my newly covered powers.
I only noticed the powers by mistake when I leaned my hand against the bar in my cell. It started a fire, but it was completely black. When Victoria got word of it, she had to strengthen the prison security and train me to control my powers.
“This is all I can muster to get out; I've been doing this for several days.”
Victoria's face showed, though, not so convinced by my words.
I looked down at my hand and squeezed with black fire, starting to gush out of my right knuckle. Victoria grabbed my shoulder exactly when I would swing towards the mark on the wall. I turned around and saw the queen coming towards us with several soldiers by her side. It did make me curious about what the hell the queen wants with me after so long time that has passed by.
“Hello, Victoria!” The queen said without looking at me and keeping her stare towards Victoria.
“My Queen!” Victoria said, bowing to the hag and ignoring that I was still beside Victoria.
“I need to release the slave to do a mission for Valiant!”
I looked around to see if a camera was around with someone joking with me, but I couldn't see anything.
“You are joking? You want to release me free from...prison?” I asked to be sure if she didn't have a stroke or something.
“Yes! Two explosions were going off in Paladin woods, killing over 100 souls. What caused the explosion seems to be two young girls; they kept repeating the name Berk Van Polan. The incident has caused havoc in Paladin, with several different creatures who have lost their family going out looking for the two girls. We had to move them outside, and we do know they are demons from hell, but we do not have any knowledge of the cause because they also killed their kind. So we have arrested the investigator, Zark Van Polan, and will round up Taz Van Polan to interview the girls. For safety reasons, we have moved them to the city of Stockholm. Your job slave is to work as a shield, and we need answers regarding why they asked for you and why the explosion happened.”
Someone was asking for me? I don't know anyone who would show interest in me. I don't have a girlfriend, either. Maybe I should try to negotiate.
“Will you release me from prison and remove the curse you put on me if I do the mission?” I asked, trying to put in a good impression.
“No, but you being alive right now is the best I can do for you.”
Well, at least I tried. The queen turned around and started to walk away.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY WANT?” Veronica yelled out, with the queen turning around and answering. “Invade Earth”.
That was the most dramatic comment I have heard in ages; It is like a dark isekai story with a twist ending.
Somewhere in The Cantun Kingdom in Valiant:
The blond woman in her dress and a young man were staring through the glass into the room. There was only a desk in the room; a woman with a dark aura gushing out from her body was trembling in fear, and they were worried because this was the seventh time this had happened. Something big had happened on the Krat's last assignment; a simple nightmare to invade a mature mother had gone wrong; someone had intervened in the dream, and instead of implementing fear into the human, the Krat was affected and scarred from something.
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“Who will interview one of your pets this time, Samantha?” The young man asked the blond.
“It will be the black angelic demon; we do not want to scare her even more, Lord Bazmin,” Samantha answered.
“Interesting, I knew you used the souls of demons, but the devil is dead, and still souls from hell are scared. Satan is no more; what would make a demon scared except the fear of me and the ones sitting in prison? I have either killed every last enemy or put them in prison; who can scar a demon soul like this when they already are evil-twisted?”
Samantha looked worried because the monsters of her new army were scared of something or someone. The door opened, and a pale-looking woman walked in with tiny black wings on her back and her black eyes staring through the glass. She bowed towards the glass, knowing the lord was watching the interview. She sat on the other end of the table, and the sad woman looked up to face her. The black angelic demon woman tried to be soft and gentle even though her black eyes tended to scare the civilians of Valiant.
“Hi! My name is Anglea! I am here as an interviewer. Can you tell us what happened that day?”
The woman started sobbing now, and Anglea looked towards the window with a surprised expression because demons from hell never cry. Samantha looked worried now because her Krat had been affected by emotions. Bazmin turned to Samantha with disappointment in his eyes.
“I thought the monsters you created here were supposed to be soldiers invading human dreams and killing them slowly from the inside. It looks like that is not the case if it starts getting emotions and is affected by human feelings. Why is our Krat crying?” Bazmin asked in a demanding voice.
“I..I...I don't know!” Samantha answered with a trembling voice.
Anglea tried to solve the situation because she could feel the Lord's aura gushing into the room. Still, the woman suddenly went quiet because she also felt the aura.
“Can you tell us what happened that day?” Anglea tried to ask again.
“Am I a suspect for the death of the other four Krat?” The woman asked.
“No! But let's go back to what happened that day; we need to know what went wrong. ” Anglea told her.
It was silent for a moment until the woman answered the question:
“It was an everyday assignment; I was together with four other Krat where one had a high ranking; a woman had lost her husband and baby in a car accident. Our job that day was to make her re-live the nightmare on the night when the accident happened and implement negative thoughts on the woman.”
“What happened next?”
“We entered her dream, put negative parts in it, and quickly entered the accident area where the woman was slowly trying to get out of the car from the accident. One of us played the bleeding husband with several metal bits going through the body, with him holding a baby with clothes soaked in blood dripping down on the ground. While the woman tried to get out of the car slowly, one of the lamps from the distance broke; only we could control the dream, so we thought it was weird.” The woman said and went quiet for a moment.
“And then what happened?” Anglea kept pushing to get information.
“When the second lamp was blinking, suddenly a man showed, and he was...smiling at us.”
“Can you describe what he looked like?” Anglea asked, trying to get as many details as possible.
“He was tall and had a blue costume, a white shirt, and a yellow tie that did not fit the costume at all.”
“How did he look like, face? Body?”
“He started to laugh at us like it was funny to him. Half his body caught black fire that we could see through. I thought a fellow Krat might come to visit us or observe us on the assignment, but the higher-ranked Krat knew something was wrong and started to run towards him. The other half of his body got then caught in blue fire.”
“Blue fire? Was this man, not a Krat?”
“That confused all of us, but the higher-ranked one knew he was the enemy. He killed the higher rank like it was nothing, but that was not the worst. He laughed and smiled while killing us, and I could still see a Krat inside him. I thought we couldn't attack each other, but he was enjoying it while killing the other.”
“That is strange. Was the man a Krat or not?”
The woman was trembling again and answered back:
“That is the thing. The man told me that he had eaten the krat and inherited its powers. His left eyeball was black, but his right one. Every time he blinked, it switched between red and blue. Like some monster, the right side of his body switched between these two colours every time the blink came. After he had slaughtered everyone, he helped the woman and sent her to another dream, and there we were alone suddenly, and I was trembling in fear.”
The whole room started to tremble, and the glass between the rooms broke. Bazmin's hand was around Samantha's neck, strangling her against the wall with her whole body in the air. Anglea knew she needed to do something quick so Bazmins' anger didn't worsen.
“What happens then?” Anglea asked urgently.
Obviously, because of the urgent situation, Samantha can get killed by Bazmin.
“All the fire went out gushing out from his body, and I just suddenly saw a human in front of me with both eyes brown. He told me I should tell Samantha he is coming for her head.”
The trembling environment stopped, and Bazmin released the grip on Samantha's neck so she could catch her breath again. Bazmin turned around and asked:
“Did you ask what his name was?”
“He...He...He told me his name was...Zark, Zark Van Polan!”