Einstein's Compass

Raka the Dark Lord

In a dank underground cavern deep below the Black Forest of Basil Germany, 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 and his reptilian nostrils dilated as he tasted the air. The scent brought a smile to his lips, baring razor sharp teeth and his brownish scales ruffled with delight. In disbelief, he shook his bony, horned head. Not since the fall of Jerusalem had the twelve-foot angel of darkness smelled such power. “Am I dreaming? Can it be a Shamir Stone?”

Once an Atlantean Priest, Raka had become the Lord of Darkness as the result of a DNA experiment gone horribly wrong. The accident forever changed him. The spiritual Light that had guided his life was overshadowed by the dark essence of the nether realms as the power of the serpent twisted his consciousness. He had mutated from an enlightened priest-scientist to an immortal, shape-shifting reptilian hybrid. His thirst for the blood that nourished him had become nearly insatiable.

Heat flushed through his body. His face twisted into a sneer as the thought of his fraternal twin brother rushed into his consciousness, filling him with resentment. “Curse that fool, Arka. Because of him I had to steal that DNA code. He thought he was better than me. Always the perfect one.”

 Raka chuckled then, as his bitter 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 erect 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 this time I 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 Atlantis, Raka would rule the world. The deep primal depraved 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.” Determination building within him, the angel of darkness shrugged off his past. Rubbing his jaw, he began plotting. “To succeed, I must find an accomplice. A human.”