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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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Chapter II
Filling with despair, Teelina drew herself away from everything around her, and she retreated into the safety of her mind. She felt the soothing presence of the Elders inside her inner sanctuary, comforting her. In addition to the Elders, Teelina could feel another presence lurking in the distance of her mind. It was familiar, and slightly unsettling, but she could not quite place it.
Skeletor cackled evilly, removing his loincloth to expose his hard mad and and prepared to have his way with his prisoner, but the chamber suddenly filled with a phantom burst of wind. Lightning struck and filled the chamber.
A blinding flash of amethyst light followed shortly after, and a booming voice demanded in Dereskian, SKELETOR! WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING??!!
The Overlord of Evil felt the res cos come into his eyeholes and yelled back in the common tongue, “WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING, LADY MORIA??!!
A ragged breath escaped the form of the Sorceress as she heard this exchange from the refuge of her mind. “Lady Moria?” she vocalized in her confusion as she slowly came back to reality.
At that moment, the Dereskian Queen appeared in another blinding flash of light.Release her this instant! she shouted, again in her language, her eyes growing pupil-less and pinwheeling madly, her hair billowing in the still-present wind as the lightning flashed and thunder rolled.
Skeletor re-tied his belt, jumped to his feet and summoned his havoc staff in a spilt second. In the time Lady Moria had been a ‘member’ of his band of warriors, he had learned how to determine what was being said in Dereskian, but was not yet able to speak it properly. “You’re the last person I would expect to defend this insignificant piece of Eternian garbage! You utterly despise her! Even if you did not, she is not worthy of your pity! She can’t even remain in ‘human’ form without the aid of your Majicks!” he screamed in his native tongue, firing a blast from his staff.
In her fury, Lady Moria did not even worry about the blast; it was swallowed up in another bolt of lightning. That is entirely beside the point, Skeletor. This is not about the Sorceress’ magical strength or lack thereof! This is not even about her, Skeletor! No woman should ever have to face that kind of torture, no matter how much I may happen to hate them! She raised her arms as the storm built in momentum around them, and twin balls of light appeared in her palms. She hurled them at Skeletor with a carnal roar.
He hit the opposing wall with a sickening thud… or would have, had Moria continued in her attack. She stopped him a mere inch or two from the wall, as a warning of her power. She let him down slowly, and the winds and lightning came to a slow halt.
Teelina grasped the shreds of her nightgown and covered her exposed chest as best she could. She was slightly confused, to say the least. She could follow the conversation to a point, and then got lost in the intricate vowels and consonants of the Dereskian language. Already she had given up trying to follow what Lady Moria was saying, and just followed the conversation by Skeletor’s comments. The entire idea that this was indeed Lady Moria boggled her mind, as she had thought that the Dereskian Queen had died long ago. Yet here she was, standing before her, and apparently defending her against the worst possible kind of torture.
That in and of itself was probably the most surprising of all. Lady Moria had always despised her, and she had done likewise. They had in the past always gone out of their way to make the other’s life miserable. It was no secret that Teelina had a part, minimal though it was, in the death of her sister, just as it was no secret that Moria had killed Teelina’s mother. And yet here was the Dereskian Queen herself, preventing Skeletor from raping her. And it seemed Skeletor shared in her confusion.
The Sorceress struggled to get to her feet, falling several times and eventually giving up. So, she thought idly. The Dereskian Queen is still alive. I thought had had died off long ago. Rather unsettling. She glanced over at the enraged form of Skeletor. I doubt he even knows what he’s gotten himself into. He couldn’t possibly understand. After all, if he knew the extent of her power he would have either tried to kill her on sight or take her power from her. And it’s obvious that has not happened…yet. Teelina looked again up at Lady Moria as she attempted to stand…At least her presence explains my human form. Only a flawless Majicker ter than that of Grayskull can break the limitations of the Elders’ sorcery. …And The Majick of the Dereskïgiä certainly meets those qualifications… She failed once again in her attempt, and instead, she sat up and regarded Lady Moria, who walked over and stood beside her, casting a rather simple spell to help the younger woman regain her modesty. The shreds at Teelina’s front re-stitched themselves into some semblance of being functional.
No woman deserves that type of treatment, Skeletor Moria repeated calmly.
The Overlord of Evil wiped himself off dubiously. “It is what is always done when we have female prisoners,” he justified.
Lady Moria’s eyes flashed as she looked down at the huddled woman at her feet. Not anymore she said simply.
Skeletor rose to his full height and brandished his havoc staff. “I would think that you, of all people, would understand that this,” he said, gesturing towards the Sorceress, “is not aan. an. This is an Eternian.”
Lady Moria was not intimidated, and at her call, twin ropes of light slid themselves around Skeletor’s ankles and dropped him to the floor. She stood over him with an angry glare in her eyes. She kneeled over him, and placed on of her knees just above his beltline. As I recall, Skeletor, YOU were once Eternian. Does that jusify the same treatment?
“Of course not!” he howled, shoving her off and getting to his feet angrily. “The operative word iur sur sentence was once. I no longer consider myself Eternian, and I cannot honestly believe that you are standing up for…this thing!”
Lady Moria looked down at the woman at her feet, who was staring at the proceedings and trying to muster up the strength to stand.
A slow smile came across the Dereskian’s features, and Lady Moria winked slyly at the huddled woman, and the gesture made the Sorceress shiver.
As I have said, Skeletor, this is not about her. This is not about any one particular woman prisoner. This is not about her being the Sorceress of Grayskull and keeper of the secrets you so desire. This is about the sheer principle of the thing. No woman, in any society, deserves to be ravaged. I do not care who they are, and I do not care what they may have done. Despite popular thought of me and of my lack of ethics, I do indeed have a code of morals that governs my way of killing and torturing. The rape of a woman by a man is not a part of it. Lady Moria’s eyes began to flash dangerously.
There was a momentary pause that caused the Sorceress to laugh inwardly. This was indeed the same Lady Moria she had known long ago. Though she could not really follow the conversation closely, Teelina knew that this pause meant that not even Skeletor could win a verbal battle with her. “And what of rape of a woman by a woman?” Skeletor asked incredulously after a time. “You seem to be avoiding that possibility.”
A slow grin came across Lady Moria’s features and she chuckled in a cold and cheerless manner. She looked gradually over at Teelina, and snickered as she saw the younger woman flinch. Even Skeletor had to repress a shudder. “What do you think, Skeletor?” she said in Eternian for the benefit of Teelina.
The weak woman cowered as the Dereskian Queen bent down to look at her. She caressed the Sorceress’ face gently, and Teelina recoiled as if she had been slapped. Lady Moria’s chuckle deepened. The Overlord of Evil looked on in a mixture of both rapture and unease.
“Skeletor,” Lady Moria said softly, again in Eternian. “I think that it would be best if the dear Sorceress came with me now.”
Teelina’s eyes widened in shock, and evidently Skeletor was astounded as well, for he was rendered speechless for a moment.
“Wha-What?!” he thundered when he could finally manage to speak again.
Lady Moria smiled gently at him. “There’s no need to shout. And I said that I think it would be for the best if I had the pleasure of the Sorceress’ company for the rest of the night.”
“I heard you fine, Lady Moria. But why--?” he questioned, dumbstruck.
Her smile widened as she gently cupped the Sorceress’ face in her hand. “Oh, come now Skeletor,” she said calmly, soothingly. “You’ve had her all day, and you still haven’t gotten what you want.” She ran her hand suggestively up Teelina’s thigh, laughing at the younger woman’s grimace. “I think it’s my turn to play now,” she finished all too cheerily.
Skeletor grumbled something incoherent, but she did not ask him to clarify.
“Besides,” she said, continuing to trail her hand up until it rested on the Sorceress’ head. “I think I have more of a reason to o, do, don’t you? After all, I’ve hated her for centuries, whereas you only dislike her for not giving you Grayskull. And I am the one who caught her, brought her here and kept her within her human state. I think I deserve to have a bit of fun.” Her eyes flared softly, demonstrating her point.
“And what will you do with her?” The Overlord of Evil asked uncertainly.
A dark and bitter chuckle emitted from the back of Lady Moria’s throat. She slid herger ger delicately down the Sorceress’ throat and gently laid her hand upon Teelina’s breasts. The younger woman’s sharp intake of breath could be heard throughout the room. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Moria answered in a delightedly evil tone.
Skeletor fumed silently, but Moria paid him no mind. She quickly cast a spell around the Sorceress that enabled her to gain just enough strength to walk, while simultaneously zapping away any Magical strength she might still have possessed. The Dereskian swooped up the discarded irons and slapped them around Teelina’s wrists before the Sorceress could even blink.
“Come along, pet,” the Dereskian said happily, and pulled the Sorceress to her feet roughly, enjoying her meek sounds of protest. The nightgown, which after all, was still shredded in the back, threatened to fall off of her form.
The Dereskian Queen marched her quarry toward the nearest wall. Just before beginning to pass through it, Lady Moria looked over at Skeletor and smiled deviously. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll bring her in in the morning,” she said wickedly, and then she and her nearly-nude prisoner disappeared into the wall.
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