11- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - EVIL PERSONIFIED - SECTION 27 - (BOOK 11- FINAL CHAPTER)
Indigo Owls,’ and The Shadow Brigades’ most recent concurrent
reports however had revealed that radical elements and nonconformists had once
again re-materialized, this time from the most unlikely quarter, though there
had been no further activity since Lord Shouzi Yozdek’s dispatch (the now
missing blackmail letter) which instigated a rebellion.
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| 01-SHOUZI YOZDEK - JP - 4 |
The culprit Lord Shouzi's procrastination had nonetheless indicated that the planned uprising had been aborted or temporarily shelved. Latter being the stronger probability, and considering that Shouzi was no fool, nor would he undertake any action by halves, it meant that there was a far sinister ploy already in the works. This had warranted another prompt, stealthy (covert) incursion to quell the burgeoning trouble at the source; and so, Qarzten Caimund along with the small division of Black Band Guard Regiment had henceforth been swiftly dispatched to first secure irrefutable proof and then lawfully and permanently resolve this problem.
Back in capital, Sovereign
Zakhertan Yozdek’s able agents from the Shadow Brigade meanwhile, had some
time prior initiated the first part of the contingency plan by discreetly
releasing certain information to Egil Viggoaries’s core team which in turn, had
unleashed the anticipated, predictable set of events.
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| 02- A ZAKHERTAN YOZDEDK (49) JP |
Zakhertan Yozdek showing atypical (uncharacteristic) patience in the interim, had bided his time for an apt revenge on the Lord Shouzi Yozdek; for the moment it was sufficient to set in motion certain undertakings to simply demoralize the Lord's supporters and, to make the Lord's life an insufferable, nightmarish Hell.
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Zakhertan Yozdek, being always informed of all his key
subjects’ whereabouts, he knew that Lord Shouzi Yozdek would decidedly be
residing at this time of the year in his favorite, posh residence (chateau)
built on the higher altitude and in midst of dense, forested region of Kunset
Mountains.
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| 03-LORD SHOUZI HUNTING GROUNDS (COLLAGE) |
Two or three times a year Shouzi stayed at this mansion (which was deceptively, well guarded and built to withstand any hostile incursion), to indulge in his favorite pastime, hunting, as there was in that pristine woodland, ample abundant game.
Zakhertan Yozdek’s stern visage (features) gradually eased as
he now pondered and envisioned in his mind's eye the anticipated reaction of
Lord Shouzi when he received the special, anonymous box from Channing:
At dusk Lord Shouzi Yozdek and his group of riders (with their
mounts’ backs laden with game) returning from a typical hunting excursion,
would pass through the heavily guarded front gate into the courtyard.
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| 04- HUNTING PARTY AT GATE |
The Chief Steward would at once rush out of the main building eager to assist his lordship in dismounting his chocolate brown stallion; solicitously, in a servile manner he would then trail Lord Shouzi and his selective group of friends (hunters), passing through the front foyer with an elaborate, three-story staircase and upper halls, then enter into the grandiose (rather ostentatious) reception hall.
Their mounts, meanwhile, would have been led to the stables,
while the prize trophies: a deer, dozens (heaps) of hares, a wild boar or two,
and the copious game birds (wild geese, turkey, ducks etc.), would have all
been swiftly hauled, to the storage or to the kitchens, by the army of
underlings. They would become the centerpieces of subsequent (succeeding) days’
feasts.
Lord Shouzi's smile would broaden as he temporarily
(fleetingly) halting just inside the entrance of the huge drawing room, his approving
(laudatory) gaze sweeps succinctly over (take in the picture of) his faithful guests,
before subsequently extending his pithy (concise) felicitations to them.
Zakhertan at this point seditiously smirked, envisioning the notable patricians, Lord
Shouzi’s so called loyal friends: those who did not partake in the exercise of
hunt, a frailer bunch nevertheless vital, erudite gentry, and the snobbish male
or female coquettes (flirts) all decked out in their colourful brocade attire
(garments, gowns) and adorned with gleaming gems- leisurely lounging about, engaged either in
board games or private conversations, some reading, some smoking a pipe, some pensively
brooding while they listen to the delightful music; and, fewer still indulging
their pallets (tastebuds) as they partake in rare morsels (artistically
arranged, mounted on top silver ornate trays on the buffet table) , blending it
with the small sips from golden goblets, Lord’s( private reserves of) vintage
wines.
Some pretend not to have noticed his presence; few of those
however, those that are not too supercilious (haughty, egotistical), though
prior engrossed (occupied, absorbed), for a moment they pause (halt) what they
are doing and in way of nod and a slight smile, reciprocate their akin,
customary polite greetings (salutations) to him.
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| 05- LORD SHOUZI'S PARTY - JP (17) |
Subsequently, the Lord and his hunting party withdraw to their private quarters to be refreshed, washed (cleaned) and don (put on, change into) more appropriate attire (clothing); they would then return to (re-group at) the huge dining room, to partake in the sumptuous feast and merry making.
Seated at the head of the table Lord Shouzi would then, embellishing
the details, recount (describe) to the captive audience, the day's hunt, while
the scantily dressed servants bustle about to and for (trotting back and forth),
serving them more wine or lager beer, hot from the oven spicy bread, varied braised
or barbecued meat, some of it in rich stew with plenty of vegetables. Next, topping their culinary delight, would
come the diverse (mixt) pastries- blood-pudding deserts, pies, multi-layer cakes
and, finally, exotic fruits.
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| 06 THE FEAST- 3 |
At this juncture, unexpectedly just then a messenger from Channing would arrive at the gate; horse and rider would be drenched in sweat from days’ ceaseless riding, with the mount's hooves having churned up huge clouds of dust along the way. The courier covered in dust would nevertheless be allowed to mount the steps and be let into the atrium (vestibule), where which after a short wait he would present His Lordship the gold and gem inlaid gift box. Lord Shouzi would receive it graciously, grinning (beaming) from ear to ear, seeing that it was from the Capital and anticipating therefore, only the best tidings…But then comes the delicious scene!
Zakhertan Yozdek had wished that he could have been there and
witnessed firsthand the contemptible Lord's horror, reflected in every one of
his attendants’ faces,
as his gaze remained frozen upon the mutilated, though quite recognizable head
of Nijel Pinng, his so-called invaluable agent, staring at him, that morbid
face instantly dashing all hopes into bits and searing his heart with an
inexplicable fear.
And in the aftermath of
it, when Lord Shouzi quickly regains his senses, he would most certainly point
the finger of blame at the only likely culprit, who else but Egil Viggoaries,
for the notorious Surgeon Lubin's apparent handiwork would be unmistakable.
Brief time later, the news of Lord’s precious sons
Yukksel and Konnur’s simultaneously accidental, tragic demises should reach
him.
At this point Zakhertan absentmindedly nodded his head, as he’d already
received confirmation and the details of it, from his Serpent Death Squad;
whom, three weeks prior he’d covertly assigned (dispatched), a small contingent
of highly skilled assassins from the SDS, that had orchestrated Yukksel and
Konnur Yozdek’s certain (guaranteed, absolute) destructions.
Lord Shouzi’s son Yukksel’s tragic death from the
bizarre hunting mishap and Konnur’s, from a drowning calamity when the boat he
was travelling in was attacked by an unknown group of pirates and capsized.
Zakhertan’s heart, temporarily for the moment was angst
(tormented), for over the years he’d watched those proficient, adroit warriors
and strikingly handsome boys grow up; furthermore, he had liked his nephews!
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| 07-SHOUZI YOZDEK'S SECOND SON YUKKSEL AND THIRD SON KONNUR-3 JP |
Zakhertan, suddenly needing a breath of fresh air, he stepped quietly outside of his second story respite-room to stand by the railing of his private veranda (terrace). He, for several moments just wistfully stared into distance of pitch darkness of the mantled earth, finding it strangely soothing; and thus, his momentary lapse of guilt gradually abated (ended, passed). But irately, those momentous occasions of their feat (achievements, deeds) rushed back to parade before his mind’s eye and razor-sharp talons gripped his heart anew and wrenched it; therefore, his conscience yet again smarted (ached, stung) by mass ruminations (musings), he pensively (reflectively, sadly) lifted his eyes and stared at the brilliant array of stars in the sky.
After a time Zakhertan, succeeding in once more turning his
heart to stone, simply shrugged his shoulders. It was, after all, a
necessary evil. Once the unconsolable
(devastated, utterly distraught) Lord Shouzi obtained an apt, planted proof (through
various means) of who had authorized their expiry, the Dark Eunuch, would
permanently thence, be regarded as the Lord's arch nemesis. The consequential
fierce reprisals (retaliations, sequels) should then, if it does not destroy
one of them, it at least will for this crucial period in time, seriously thwart
(impede, hinder or foil) both Lord Shouzi’s (backed by P.M Lamont Gudaren) and Egil Viggoaries’s lasting (enduring)
ambitions.
Zakhertan sporting a malevolent grin
just then, imagined even allowing the patsy (pawn) victor, to temporarily (for
short span) experience, to being the Sovereign of Wenjenkun and all that it
entailed, before yanking the power away and initiating, the would-be usurper’s (and
his supporters) traumatizing, utter annihilation (destruction, devastating ruin).
“And on
that ‘Day of Reckoning,’ the champ (titleholder) can mount his bloody throne in
Hell!” Zakhertan Yozdek threw
his head back and guffawed, cogitating on the delicious worst cruelty (harm)
that had awaited all, particularly his detestable (hateful) kin Lord Shouzi
Yozdek, the abhorrent Lamont Gudaren and the indubitably repugnant Dark Eunuch Egil Viggoaries, and finally, his most ardent
foe Lord Asger Thuxur Marrog Zhon, the bane of his life.
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| 08- EGIL VIGGORIES 2- JP.jpg3 |
Zakhertan’s amusement had nevertheless as abruptly had again vanished, as another annoyance (more serious irritant) unexpectedly just then, intruded into his brain. Why hadn’t there been any word from the dispatched, presumably most competent assassin Duan; did the Demon Lord Asger Zhon yet again absconded along with the devil’s spawn Prince Nevetsecnuac, both surviving his perilous snares? Why was he perpetually surrounded by intolerable (reprehensible) sheer incompetence?
His restless mood once more flared up, Zakhertan Yozdek could
no longer sit still.
Blast!
All this (documents needing his perusal and action) would have to wait. He needed to extinguish this searing fire engulfing
his chest, before it consumed him; hence, he needed an outlet of some kind-
preferably an intense combat, to release all that pent-up energy as well. If
not, she would do in a pinch.
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| 09- ZAKHERTAN YOZDEDK (107) |
Zakhertan hence, bolted to his feet and stormed downstairs and out the door. The grounds had once more reverted to being pitched dark as the whipping (punishing) high winds had congregated flotilla of clouds to obscure both the moon and the stars in the sky.
Even so, like a voracious, predacious beast, Zakhertan stalked
the grounds of the North Palace in the dead of night from one end to the other
(his personal guards hard pressed to keep up with his pace), even hoping to
encounter an assassin. All the while unseen Palace sentinels stood on edge, for
the Sovereign Zakhertan Yozdek was habitually again on the prowl, looking for a
victim, a worthy prey to (tear apart and) devour.
Subsequent two hours Zakhertan ardently searched (looked) for
something out of order, anything amiss, to unleash his fury on and to relieve
this oppressive void sensation that seemed to have seeped into his bones and
left him, his spirit, yet again restless and unsatisfied. Boredom was his arch
nemesis, the worst kind of enemy!
But his efforts were all in vain, for he was the victim of his
own efficiency.
Zakhertan eventually gave a huff of derision and turned, his
steps leading him to the stables; a brief time later having mounted his
pure-bred black stallion Night Thunder, he rode like the wind, to reach the
South Palace where more than two hundred heavenly beauties existed just for his
pleasure. He knew that this was no substitute for a goring fight or a
blood-curdling, killing-spree sport (for exhilaration, diversion) but for the
time being it would have to do. His steps eventually led him to the private
quarters of Lady Sejon, though in the dead of night, his sudden presence
created such an upsurge of fear and vitality that the place churned with
buzzing beehive activity.
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| 10- A ZAKHERTAN YOZDEDK (10) JP2 |
Zakhertan had of course, first visited his son Magnian briefly then sought the company of his recent favorite Lady Sejon who would, he knew, perform just so to keep him amused and interested. The recent set of events and her deception had not impeded nor altered his attraction to her for it was only physical. As she was a cut above the others, he used her beauty, her body to satiate (satisfy) every now and then, that needy corner of his soul…
Besides which, as far as he was concerned, she had acted
predictably for one in her position. He expected nothing less so, she would do
for now, until he tired of her. Meanwhile, so skilled was Lady Sejon in the
arts of pleasure that she always managed to entertain him even at times like
this. It secretly amused Zakhertan to see how she responded, believing she was
favored above all others. Careful not to overstep her boundaries, Sejon, niece
of P.M. Lamont Gudaren thought she was
gradually ingratiating herself with at least nine influential courtiers.
She may or may not expire before the purge. Like a cat
watching a mouse Zakhertan had given her certain liberties that he knew would
be her undoing before long. Till then as he tracked her predictable progress,
he expected to at least be mildly diverted from his other qualms (fret).
(END OF SECTION 27- FINAL CHAPTER OF EVIL PERSONIFIED- NEXT POST
WILL BE BOOK 12- THE PORTENDED PERIL)
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