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Show -72- "Now, Verus! I've got you at last!" the sorcerer gloated. He plopped down onto his tufted velvet throne and studied the spoon gleefully. "I have searched for you for many years, my dear. Did you know that your precious Prince Majus is destroyed and your people are my slaves? Ha! They work night and day so that we can live a life of ease. And now - you are mine! How perfect! With your power I shall be the mightiest Emporer in the world!" "I have no power under your rule," said his upside down image. "WHAT! What do you mean, - here, I can't talk to you like that. Turn around!" Daemon turned the spoon in every direction, but the image w ould not change position. He even stood on his head, "Oh, fiddle. I don't care how you choose to speak. Even upside down, I'm good looking," he said, admiring his reflection in the spoon. "You are a fat, vain, evil tyrant," his image said quietly. "HOY/ DARE YOU.'" bellowed the sorcerer. "I'm the master here! You will show me respect, if you know what's good for you!" "First, you shall have to reform," said Verus. "You must set my people free and let your moiintain people work for themselves, You must throw away your witchcraft and change your attitude. Be kind. Work. Serve others. Be honest -" "What? WHAT? Y/HAT? spluttered Daemon. He was beside himself with rage. "You DARE to preach to LIS? - Daemon, - Sorcerer and Doer of Evil?" He lost control of his temper and hurled Verus into a dusty corner. "Bah! You're useless! ROGARE.'" |