Chapter 10
Clef stared at his reflection in the dark pool of water. He seemed foreign to his senses, too tall and too dark. A small voice that was bruised and battered was still whispering in his ear that this refletion wasn't right, that he was not himself and what he was doing was wrong. 'Shut UP!" he thought at the voice in his head and smacked him back to the recesses of his mind. That little voice had to go.
When he had attacked those who would try to defeat him, the little voice had screamed, especially when he had tried to kill that pretty burgandy haired girl. He had been all set to go for a "warning kill" but that little voice had gained enough control for that moment to take away some of the power from his blast.
"DAMNIT!" he screamed at the pool of water at his feet. He violently kicked at it, marring the perfect shiny surface with ripples and waves and sending a spray of water away from him. As the water settled, the reflection came back and this time it was perfect. Glistening, burning blue eyes, and the perfect hair, dark robes falling around his perfect form. He was fit to destroy the world.
"You warned them." said a calm but terrifying voice from the darkness. "That was unwise of you."
Clef turned from his narcissistic reverie. "I..I thought the warning would be pleasing to you, master. The weak ones will be more terrified of our plan if they know it is coming." Clef feared the darkness now, and he knew he had made a mistake. 'It was the one in my mind who told me to do it,' he thought to himself.
"Your actions do not please me, Clef. You must be punished." Before Clef could bring a hand up to block anything, a bolt of blue lightning struck him down and he cowered whimpering. "Such a pity, that your puny attack leaves you quivering. I use your old magic against you and you are reduced to such a state!" The darkness laughed a soulless laugh. "I made you stronger than that. You can destroy the world with a wave of your hand. Why must we make them wait for their fate?"
Clef's eyes burned with a new intensity, cold blue fire that seemed as if it had risen up from the depths of hell. "Master, let them wait. Anything they try to fight us with will only meet the fate of our destruction. Let us watch their petty game!"
Again came the soulless laugh. "You think well, my creation. A true progeny of darkness." Clef smiled inwardly. Sometimes that little voice had good ideas after all.
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