In a dank underground cavern deep below Basel Germany’s the Black Forest, Raka stirred. The instant the number 33 had appeared above Albert’s compass, the power emanating from the device had awakened him from his centuries of slumber. His beady, red eyes began to glow as he came into consciousness, and his reptilian nostrils dilated as he tasted the air. The scent brought a smile to his lips, baring razor-sharp teeth. His eyes widening in disbelief, he shook his bony, horned head.
Not since the fall of Jerusalem had the twelve-foot angel of darkness smelled such power. “The Shamir Stone! It’s been so long...”
The fallen dark angel yearned for vengeance, not just on his youthful nemesis, but also on Arka, his brother, who had become a high priest in Atlantis. Raka scowled at the thought of how Arka had so severely undermined his progress in Atlantis before he had taken on his dragon form.
Raka chuckled then, as his thoughts turned to how he had masterminded the destruction of Atlantis. The priests of Light never saw it coming. Wielding the giant six-sided Firestone crystal in the Temple of Light, it was he who caused the disintegration of the entire continent. It felt good to beat my brother—and THEM—that day.
Pulling himself from the stone slab upon which he had been sleeping, Raka began pacing as he considered the present. With a deep longing for the sacred stone, he sighed, “To get the Shamir I will have to blend in.” He shuddered as he realized what that meant. I will have to appear... human! He thought, his mind spitting out the last word as if it had a foul taste.
With the supernatural stone of the ancients, Raka would rule the world. The deep, depraved, primal need impelled him to fight, destroy, and kill to acquire the power of the Stone of Light. I’ve made many attempts, only to be thwarted by those Light Travelers and the restrictions of God’s Law. Determination building within him, the angel of darkness shrugged off his anger.
As powerful as he was, Raka knew there were constraints. While anything was possible, not everything was permitted, and if he violated the cosmic law, there would be a terrible price for him to pay. He knew he would have to be patient and plan well. Immortality released him from some of the chains that bound his human nemeses.
Rubbing his jaw, Raka began plotting.
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