Odyssey Bourne Force

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  Now possessing the wizard’s memories, he experienced the sheer pining for her, the misery of letting her and Zakaroid down. Kalvich could feel the strength of the old wizard’s belief that she was the future savior and start of a new evolution for humans, and the old man was destined to teach her the three stones’ combined powers. Well, at least certain parts of that prophecy would come true, his version anyway.

  Now the old wizard was realizing his curse of six thousand years ago was his own undoing. He was disgustingly weak, mentally and physically. The Supreme Ruler hated being cast inside the old fool’s withered pathetic shell of a body. Not for much longer.

  While Leah was observing the Sotoid ship land on Heliostronus, the two Trimadian leaders were watching her from hidden viewers. Kalvich experienced almost uncontrollable emotions to meet her right then and there. So desperately wanting her, he was bordering on obsession. He was eternally grateful his commander kept him in check. “She would not appreciate a withered old man’s body like yours,” his commander had joked. His statement’s subtle meaning made the warlord quickly gaincontrol.

  His goals were some way off. Upon her reincarnation, he was helpless to know just how much she remembered of her past life hence, Talokta headed the prestigious mission. His decision for them to take the long and slow journey from Ahmadeus to Heliostronus—to learn more about her and make adjustments to his plans had paid off immensely.

  Now he had to concentrate on the critical stone ceremony and the following Celebration; this was an exhaustive task in itself. The celebration would be held in tight security in a huge arena within the walls of Casus Belli. A great deal of civilian dignitaries and high ranking masters from Heliostronus and planets in Kalvich’s domain would attend, along with a substantial number of Trimadian troops to witness the glory of their Supreme Ruler and the arrival of Queen Leah.

  The Verone Elite had everything arranged. The crystal holo invitations, catering, entertainment, fireworks, dancing, fighting, and weapon displays, including an arena where beasts versus prisoners would fight for survival. This particular “entertainment” was based on the Roman Empire period when the Christians were literally thrown to the lions. He had a surprise in store for Leah, and he was interested to see her reaction.

  Security would be tripled and no weapons would be allowed, apart from his security detachments. Kalvich had made sure that Leah would always have guards from his Verone Elite to escort her. That Manutaai/Marone incident proved how vulnerable she was and the sooner the ceremony took place, the better.

  The three humans would be among his guests of honor, naturally after their ‘change of mind’ operation he had planned. He would keep his eye on them, and if they made any foul move, he would dispose of them. He smiled, imagining how Pete Reynolds would be reacting to his Chalmoc effect, right about now.

  In Leah’s case, he had used his Chalmoc device a little differently. He used it for creating her luxury quarters according to both her subconscious and conscious needs, which had the desired effect of giving her such material delight humans, especially females tended to enjoy. Along with the essential oils filtering through, it also provided a subtle touch of power designed to heighten and relax her senses. Perhaps even endear her to him. A similar program was created for her stay on Talokta’s ship, and Talokta had simply modified it by reading her mind. He was seriously contemplating gifting the telepathy power to Talokta permanently for all his invaluable involvement.

  Queen Leah of the past was sumptuously rich and possessed countless priceless luxuries in her Old World palace. So, it would be fitting for his modern day reincarnated queen to have even more.

  Kalvich had been occasionally looking into Kate Willard’s modern life ever since the stone warned him of her birth. He had learnt a lot about her life and in general human women of Graffa that, at times, he found were so absurdly alien to him. One-minute indecisiveness ruled; something intolerable in his world, and the next they could be so passionate. Logic was almost foreign to these females. Maybe the study of human females was too broad a subject and should be left for the philosophers. Certainly, Graffa needed to be ruled by one ruler with an iron fist. It worked in his world.

  He thought it would be fun watching her, but having her so close yet so faraway hurt him, and he threw himself into his work. He resigned himself to ‘look in’ on the odd occasion whenever the pulsing colors of her bloodstone fore warned him of change. He got venomously jealous of her boyfriends that came and went and was disgusted at how many cheated on her. She did not deserve the heartache. In those sad moments in her life, he ached to console her. But, he had to wait and did not want to upset the prophecy due to uncontrolled emotions. Besides, the gods would see and the risk was too great.

  When she married, Kalvich almost lost control and wanted to arrange an accident to get rid of the scum. He even contemplated disguising himself and meeting her in the mortal world after her husband’s untimely death. Common sense prevailed. The gods would just love him to make a mistake such as that, though the hypocrites always managed to justify their infernal tweaking.

  If he lost his powers.

  The time of the prophecy was not right; he had to wait. The voice from his childhood now and then rang in his ear.

  You must be patient, wait for the sign.

  Once she was finally in his lair, he had taken a calculated risk by delving into her memories, selecting a very emotional one in her past, and manipulating it to get her response. He knew the ever watchful Elder Gods would be displeased with his actions, and even though the force field and fortress kept them out, the dream world was different altogether.

  The subconscious world for mortals was a free for all open portal for any meddlesome immortals or the spirit world. He was excited at her reaction to his romantic attentions, and holding her close while they danced turned him on. No more would he hide his face in shadows. He was initially concerned she may visualize the ghastly alchemist, but that was never a problem.

  She was all his, at least in the dream. Pulling away from that kiss was the hardest task he had done in six thousand years. She was driving him crazy, and he knew it would be in his benefit to make an abrupt departure. But she had unexpectantly hastened after him, which, to his lustful mood meant only one thing. He allowed the crowd to slow her down while he amusedly watched her efforts: her rather besotted concern as to where he had gone and trying to catch up with him.

  His plans went out the door, instead of him! The meddlesome gods struck back by throwing a curve ball in that pathetic spirit or apparition of Sidonio trying to warn her. Interfering bastards pissed him right off, so he dealt with the problem. With his beautiful queen right in front of him, his uncontrolled lust took over. Her body was luscious and divine, and he wanted nothing more that very moment than for her to succumb willingly to him. But this part was not planned! With time restraints and unpredictable nosey gods, he forced her mind to relax and dilute the memory of the bloodthirsty violent scene she had just witnessed. Time hit him right between the legs when, unbelievably, his own servant stopped him going any further. Never mind, this dream experience taught him even more about his modern day Leah, and he could later act accordingly.

  He sat back reminiscing the whole scene, over and over. From the moment he went up to her and asked her to dance, her eyes and body language told him everything. She was so beautiful and vulnerable. Without even meeting her in the flesh or reading her mind, he felt the loneliness, hiding behind a dreadful Graffa existence of stark independence. She could not hide a secret hunger for passion, for romance; quite fundamental for many human females.

  In all essence, his experiment was a complete success and soon he would meet her face to face in true living color.

  And out of the alchemist’s disgusting body.

  Now that she was inside his Casus Belli; his turf, he had a peephole into her life and knew he could learn so much more about her, and the possibility of her falling in lov
e with him was great. He wanted to know her intimate thoughts, fantasies and desires, her weaknesses and strengths. She fascinated him, and it would only serve to make him stronger.

  He remembered Leah of 4000 B.C. had a free spirit, stubbornness and strength to her, which he quietly admired, even the times when she sorely tested his temper and insolently disobeyed him. This modern queen seemed to possess similar traits. Kate Willard had a sharp, street wise intelligence, and her independent nature displayed a natural born leadership, though that would not be obvious to her yet as her mental powers were only developing. She was dissatisfied with her Earth existence. He could give her so much more, beyond her imagination. He would lavish on her anything she desired, and he would not demand anything in return. He knew, inevitably, her love for him would solidify loyalty and make her his forever. It was simply a question of time.

  His one achilles’ heel was he could not feel complete without her. That was one problem that he alone could only solve.

  There was also the fact that if she was left to her own devices, she could become more powerful than any force in the universe, even more powerful than he or the gods.

  If that ever happened… If she ever defied him. He would have to take certain action to stop that from happening, and that was a situation he did not enjoy facing.

  Nevertheless, as long as he remained dogmatic and focused stealthily on his goals, very soon the universal balance of the dark power would get to be so great he would once more be in his desired position of sticking it to the Elder Gods. He would further rub their noses in when they discover their very own human born Chosen One; their savior, willingly helps in their destruction. It was time for a new order–his way.

  Everything around him over the short eleven thousand years of his existence had changed. And he was the main reason behind the change. Many races in many galaxies had fallen to his reign because he was the master of change.

  Now it was finally Graffa’s turn. No enemy had dared attack Earth for the past six thousand years while Kalvich was watching. All that had come to an end now his queen had been freed.

  Earth no longer had to be protected.

  Oh, he would be the ultimate catalyst in this universe and beyond.

  Chapter 37—Romance for the Lonely