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The Clash of Majicks	By : LadyMoria Category: +G through L > He-Man Views: 4746 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part I
The Dereskian Queen gazed up at the large gray eyeholes of the skull-shaped castle. She contemplated on the best way to get inside without being seen, even with her extremely high-powered invisibility spell. For the umpteenth time in an hour Lady Moria wondered about her decision to ‘join’ Skeletor. True, she was not truly a part of his team of minions, since she did little more than advising and none of the real fighting, but that was not the issue at hand. She had gone to Snake Mountain for the single and solitary purpose of being reunited with her daughter. Joining Skeletor was inconsequential, nothing more than a mere means to that end.

Her part among his horde was small enough, she reasoned. However, it was only that way because she mad made it so. She had made it very clear to Skeletor early on that her role in his group was to be minimal at best. She would watch out for her daughter, and the others if she felt up to it. She would do no actual fighting unless there was no other choice, i.e. Evil-Lyn was badly hurt. She would aid Skeletor in his planning of attacks, but do no actual field work. The reason being, she told him, that it would not be a good thing if the Eternians discovered that, not only was the Dereskian Queen still alive, but she was aiding Skeletor. It would be best if she kept a low profile for a while.

That was her entire purpose for starting the myths of the ‘Darkwoman.’ She had needed a figure that the Eternians would have heard of but had no concrete evidence on, just in case something arose and Lady Moria was needed. Other than that, she would be watching the battles, taking notes, and advising Skeletor on what had gone wrong.

But there was still one remaining ‘x’ factor, and that led Lady Moria to her current position. The Sorceress of Grayskull was the only living Eternian who knew that the legends of the Dereskian Queen were not only real but also largely accurate. But the Sorceress had no way of knowing whether or not Lady Moria still lived, unless of course she had had some sort of vision.
Therefore, Skeletor had decided that it was time to discover what, if anything, the keeper of Grayskull’s secrets knew. Since Tri-klops’ doomseekers could not enter the castle, and since none of the others were able to do so, it was up to Lady Moria herself to enter into her one-time ‘home’ to discover the unknown.

And thus here she was, gazing up at the doors she had once sworn never again to open. She remembered well the last time she had entered, just before she had become pregnant with her daughter. She had gone in one final time to make the Sorceress aware that it would stop. By ‘it,’ she meant of course her wanton destruction of Eternian people and lands. She would diminish, she had told Teelina, as she had duties to perform. And so she had.

The Sorceress had, of course, been skeptical about this sudden change of routine, but when the killing sprees had stopped she had been forced to admit that at least Lady Moria was true to her word. And in the past five hundred-odd years there had been nary a sign of the Dereskian Queen, barring a few occasional traces of footprints in the Sands of Time, but even those had faded over the centuries.
Lady Moria shook her head, banishing these thoughts away. There was no point in dwelling on the past when she had a mission to complete. She studied the doors of Grayskull closely, and idly wondered for a moment if she should simply knock. A small smile appeared on the corners of her mouth. Eventually, she walked at her own pace over to a large rock that was nearby. She passed her hand through it, as she had done not so long ago in her ‘battle’ against Tri-klops. She quickly slid her right side through the rock, and appeared, right side first, within the Castle.

Of course, to say she ‘appeared’ would be slightly untrue. She was inside Grayskull, but she was not visible to any eyes whatsoever. Lady Moria had cast her spell so that even if the Sorceress herself came no-to-nose with her, she would see nothing. The spell did not prevent anyone from hearing her, so Moria tread as she always did, lightly, her feet making nary a sound, not even on the cold, stone floor.
She knew instinctively that Teelina would be one of three places. She would be within her own private chambers, within the viewing room, or below the floors in the ‘hidden’ room which contained the power of the elders. Moria checked first the ‘hidden’ room and then the viewing chambers, the the Sorceress was not to be found. She then turned into the hallway that she knew contained the Sorceress’ sleeping chambers.

As she traversed along the corridor, she heard a familiar oddly-pitched voice inside her head.
*Lady Moria,* said Skeletor’s mind-voice, *Are you safely within Grayskull?* The Master of Snake Mountain’s mind-voice was coarser than her own, less eloquent and more prone to loud volumes. However, it could be understood, which was more than she could say for most others’ voices.
Not taken aback in the least, she replied in kind, *Yes, of course, Skeletor. Why do you ask?* she questioned nearly-flatly, continuing down the hall.

*There has been a slight change of plans,* stated the Overlord of Evil.

*Oh?* She was nearing the doorway of the Sorceress’ chambers, and, rather than opening it and risk being discovered, she passed through as she had done outside. *Do tell.*

Skeletor’s voice brimmed with as much excitement as was possible for the Overlord of Evil. *Can you access the Sorceress without her knowledge? That is, can you knock her unconscious and bring her here without her putting up a fight?*

As Lady Moria gazed around the private chambers, she noticed the form of Teelina stretched out on her bed. She was wearing a light pink nightshift, and, rather than the gold and turquoise headdress, she had on the simple feather-and-beak headdress she was also known for wearing.

*Yes*, Lady Moria said simply, watching the chest of the younger woman rise and fall evenly in slumber. *Is that what you wish me to do?*

*Yes,* Skeletor said, scarcely holding back his glee even from far away. *Bring her here, and then I will force her to give me the p of of the Elders!*

Lady Moria raised her palms and almost absent-mindedly cast a high-potency sleeping spell over the Sorceress. At the last possible moment, Teelina woke and cried in alarm, but before she could even reach for her staff the drowsiness fell upon her. The mighty Sorceress fell into a dreamless slumber instantly. The sleep-spell would not last very long, but Lady Moria knew that and hurried about her business.

As she finished the spell and made ready to gather the younger woman in her arms, she commented to Skeletor. *You do know she’d rather die than bequeath that information to you.*
*Of course I* he* he said, and Lady Moria could tell he was grinning in his lipless fashion. *And that can be arranged. But leave that to me.*

The Dereskian Queen held the Eternian in her arms and approached the w *As *As you wish,* she said simply, and passed through the wall with her burden, appearing, fully-visible, out of a wall within the throne room of Snake Mountain.

Skeletor rose from his seat and walked down the few steps to inspect the sleeping form of the Sorceress. He slapped a pair of irons around the Eternian’s wrists and used his havoc staff to transport the fallen woman into a special, hidden torture chamber beneath the floor.
Evil-Lyn was already there, as was Tri-klops, who was, as always, tinkering with some machine or other in the corner. As Skeletor descended into the room with the Sorceress, Lady Moria appeared through the ceiling, having passed through from the floor above. Skeletor watched her land nimbly on the floor, and a wicked grin appeared in his features.

“I have told you before, Lady Moria, and I will tell you again: you must teach me how to do that,” he said in his demanding, leader-like tone.

Lady Moria strolled over to where her daughter was standing and smiled at her. “Teach you what, Skeletor?” she asked amusedly. “How to pass through walls and floors or how to kidnap Eternia’s finest?”

“Hmmm,” Skeletor commented, nearly-laughing. “A tough choice.” To Tri-klops, he pointed at the form of Teelina and barked, “Put her in the machine.”

Lady Moria gave the machine in question the once-over. “Now what in the nine hells is that monstrosity supposed to do?”

Skeletor’s grin widened as the Sorceress was strapped securely into place. “This device is designed to suck an individual’s power and life-force away from him or her, leaving them completely helpless. At the same time, it administers a sort of truth serum, which feeds on a person’s willpower until they can do nothing but answer truthfully.” The Overlord of Evil laughed in his maniacal fashion. “You cannot imagine how many times since you’ve been with us that I’ve considered using it on you, Lady Moria.”
Both Evil-Lyn’s and her own eyes began to pinwheel dangerously, as if to say, ‘we’d like to see you try.’
Slightly unnerved, Skeletor turned his attention back to his other servant. “Tri-klops,” he demanded. “Is it ready yet?”

“Yes, Lord Skeletor,” the three-eyed man said, adjusting a few dials on the side.

“Then throw the switch,” his master barked. “And get out of my sight.” He looked over at Evil-Lyn and her mother. “You too, my dears.”

The young woman glanced up at her mother, who nodded slightly. They departed after Tri-klops, and left the Overlord of Evil alone with his victim, who was slowly having her strength drawn from her form, and even more slowly coming around to face the excruciating pain of the machine.
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The pain was unbearable. Teelina did not know how long she had lain here, on her back, as this machine racked her body and twisted her mind. She had ceased screaming long ago, knowing that her cries only increased Skeletor’s amusement. Instead, she did not concentrate upon the spasms of pain the machine sent through her body each time it zapped her of her power. Nor did she concentrate on the rapidly diminishing nightgown that she wore. With every pulse of energy, another tear appeared in the material, exposing more and more of her flesh.

Skeletor was talking to her, gloating, most likely. She did not listen to his words, but felt their vibrations in the air as he spoke.

“Ah, the mighty Sorceress of Grayskull,” he was saying. “Such power you have! We’ve been at this in the highest setting for nearly two hours, and you’re still conscious. Impressive.” He leaned over the face of the woman and grinned in his fashion.

The Sorceress looked up at him through half-lidded eyes as a look of sheer and utter hatred fell upon her features. Summoning what little strength she still had, she spat in his ‘face.’ The little blob landed directly in his left eye socket. “Gloating is a sign of insecurity, Skeletor,” she said, her voice breaking as another wave of pain cascaded over her body.

The Overlord of Evil removed the saliva from his eye socket and lowered the lever on the side of the machine. “Such courage,” he said, smiling. “I believe I’m going to gag.”
She glared up at him as mac machine finally began to wind down. “If you’re going to say something, Skeletor, at least say something original.”

Skeletor slid one of his claw-like fingers down the side of her face and laughed when she grimaced. “Why be original when you can do whatever you want?” He laughed, unhooking the woman and throwing her limp form upon the floor. She collided and landed in a heap, trying to get to all fours and lacking the strength to do so. Her nightgown was ripped and shredded in many places, no longer serving much use in covering her body from Skeletor’s gaze.

“I am in a generous mood today, Sorceress,” Skeletor said, rolling her onto her stomach, kneeling over her and pinning her body beneath his own. His left hand lay upon the side of her face, pressing it none-to-gently into the floor. His right hand lay just above her breast as a warning. “So I will give you one last chance. You must realize that one way or the other I will accomplish my goals. So make it easy on yourself and Give Me The Power Of Grayskull!”
The Sorceress’ breaths came in short and haggard spells. “You’ll have to kill me first,” she said acridly out of the side of her mouth, the only option available as he pushed the side of her head harder into the floor.

A dark chuckle escaped from the Overlord of Evil. “Oh, you’ll be begging for it by the time I’m done with you,” he laughed. Being as rough as he wanted to, Skeletor used his talon-like fingernails to shred what little remained of the Sorceress’ clothing. Three long scratch marks appeared down the back of the little nightshirt, and a small amount of blood trickled down the Sorceress’ shoulder blades. The action caused the material at her front to fall down to the ground, exposing her breasts almost fully.

“Oh, gods…” she whispered as she realized his intent. Tears began to well in her eyes, and she tried to cover herself with her hands and struggle away from her captor. But Tri-klops’ machine had done its work well. She could barely move beneath him, much less escape from her tormentor.
Skeletor chuckled wickedly. “Your gods will not save you now, Sorceress,” he said as he pressed himself against her, letting her feel his rigid hardness through his clothing. “You’re MINE!” He let a claw like finger trail up her naked breast and he nicked the nipple ever so slightly.
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