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The fires of the netherworld burned brighter than they had in ages, the pained and panicked screams of tortured souls louder than ever. Yet, no matter how agonizing and disastrous everything was, Kavaxas was furious. He was so close to achieving his goal of claiming the world above for his own, and yet those infuriating turtles and their friends managed to banish him back to the underworld. Not only that, but they took the scroll and tore it to shreds so that he couldn’t be summoned again.
Razor-sharp claws tapped against the arm of his throne impatiently, the demon’s sinister mind trying to formulate a plan in order to return to Earth and conquer the universe. However, Kavaxas couldn’t think of a single idea.
The dragon groaned in frustration and slammed the side of his fist against a nearby wall. “There must be some way that I can return to Earth, even without the scroll. Ugh, if only I had more power, then—ˮ
His eyes suddenly widened as a thought dawned on him. As it grew, a malicious grin crept onto his face. Kavaxas waved his right hand out, causing an image of April to appear.
“Yes…of course” the winged ruler mused. “Why didn’t I think of this before. The girl has more than enough power for me to break free of this wretched prison. Now, to hire someone capable of subtly draining this mortal’s power without giving away my intentions.”
Kavaxas rubbed his chin thoughtfully when the perfect candidate came to mind. Standing up, the demon clapped his hands twice. In no time at all, an Incubus Demodragon with dark blue scales landed before the fuchsia dragon.
“You summoned me, my Lord?” the blue-winged demon questioned with a bow.
“Listen well, Jhorel” Kavaxas ordered as he approached the Incubus. “There is a teenage girl on the surface named April O’Neil. She has very special psychic abilities. I need you to use your…unique powers to siphon them away bit by bit and transfer them to me.”
A sadistic smile grew on Jhorel’s face at the idea of a new conquest, especially one so young. “Is there anyone that she’s close to?”
“Surprisingly, she seems attracted to one of those mutant turtles who sent me back here” the demon ruler informed. “His name is Donatello. I’m sure you can find some ways to…make this interesting.”
The blue-scaled dragon’s grin grew wider at this and he bowed to his master. “Your wish is my command, Kavaxas.”
With that, Jhorel flew away, leaving the other dragon alone. Kavaxas went back to his throne and sat down once more, an evil chuckle escaping him.
“Soon, the Earth will be mine once more.”
TBC…