A Test of Power
The supreme, the merciless,
the destroyer of opposition,
the exalted King, the shepherd, the protector of the quarters
of the world, the King the word of whose mouth destroys
mountains and seas, who by his lordly attack has forced
mighty and merciless Kings from the rising of the Sun to
the setting of the same to acknowledge one supremacy.
Two years from now
He walked the brightly illuminated corridor methodically
turning his head to the left and to the right in order to
observe and catalog the many strange machines, if they were
indeed machines, that adorned the floor and walls. Occasionally,
during one of his many explorations, he would stop to examine
a particularly strange apparatus in an attempt to discern
its function. During these data gathering forays, he often
thought that a former associate of his would have been particularly
useful for this endeavor and would gladly have spent many
years learning all the things this place had to offer. It
would take ten lifetimes to learn even a fraction of the knowledge
that was available here.
Although there were much faster and more sophisticated means
of transportation at his disposal, walking afforded him the
opportunity to see firsthand as much of his new home as possible.
The particular corridor he presently occupied was about a
thousand feet wide with a five hundred-foot ceiling. The passageway
could go on for miles. This, coupled with the sheer number
of similarly-sized corridors -- which numbered in the hundreds,
perhaps thousands -- his self-prescribed task was Herculean.
In the year that he had spent here, he had only been able
to explore a small percentage of the endless hallways.
The immense rooms that these corridors sometimes led to were
even larger still. It was to one of these rooms that he had
As large as the room was, a gargantuan figure still managed
to dominate it. His massive back facing the entrance, the
giant gave no indication that anyone had entered the room,
although this lack of reaction meant nothing. The giant was
aware of all that transpired in his home. This absence of
a response was more a matter of his visitor's lack of significance
to the great being than of the giant's awareness of his surroundings.
The visitor understood his master's regard for inferior beings.
They were simply beneath his notice.
As usual, he did not wait to be addressed and spoke with
no visible acknowledgment of his presence. "Preparations
are underway. All will be ready upon our scheduled arrival."
The giant's response was in a deep resonant timbre, without
inflection, that conveyed absolute authority. "Very well.
During your short time here, your performance has been quite
adequate. See that it continues."
"I will return to my prescribed duties."
The giant momentarily stopped what he was doing and didn't
quite turn around but inclined his head slightly as if expecting
This seemed to satisfy the giant, who resumed his mysterious
He exited the room to complete his tasks and resume his exploration.
Direct confrontation with his captor at this time would be
suicide, even for a being with his power. Escape was his only
option, and events were developing that might afford him just
that opportunity. A humorless smile formed on his face that
would only terrify or impart a sense of foreboding to the
poor soul unfortunate enough to witness it. Yes, his stay
here would serve him well for the future. He had learned many
useful things in a brief period of time, things that could
be learned nowhere else. With this knowledge, he would eventually
pay back his "master" and those like him. They would
serve him, or die. After all, was this not part
of his ultimate objective?
An even larger, more terrifying smile spread across his face.
He would accomplish all the things he had first set out to
do over 5,000 years ago. This unforeseen captivity would only
serve to strengthen him and help him achieve his goals. His
ultimate goals in mind, Earth's first and most powerful mutant,
the dread lord Apocalypse, purposefully went about his appointed
Continued in Chapter
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