The Great Evil

Author's Note: Title of the story is working title and might be subject to change once I think of something less generic. Most of my posts will be subject to editing at a later date. Not satisfied with what I have currently.

In a crash of blinding red light, you awoke. Standing majestically upon the altar that once housed the arcane prison that suspended you in time, your eyes adjusted to the sight of the familiar gloomy chamber around you. It was the place where those impudent brats had entrapped you with their loathsome trickery, this specially sealed room of roughly hewn obsidian pillars and clusters of magic crystals forming upon the walls. You remembered that they were once a pristine cyan blue, flowing with latent mystical energy, naturally imbued with the power to stop your powerful evil aura from permeating out of the chamber. Now, they had all been corrupted from what might have been years of decay, significantly weakened from constant inundation of evil energy. From the damage you could see upon the walls and floors, you determined that a mighty tremor had struck the final blow when it shook your subterranean cage, breaking all four seals to render the time bending enchantment inert. With a hearty cackle that shook the very foundations of the chamber before you, you stretch out your limbs as your body rejuvenates rapidly from aging, returning to its once tall, young and beautiful human like splendor as you absorb every ounce of dark energy from your surrounds. You feel your strength returning with every breath. What was once the locks to your prison became a boon, the reddened crystals turning a coal black upon being drained by your immense power. With a mere thought, an elaborately designed black robe with thin gold lining swooshed into existence over your shoulders, your preferred manner of garb during your previous reign of terror, and you take your first step off the altar.

Freedom. It felt so good. So good that you let out a wave of corrupted magical energy that turned the grey stonework around you ashen black. You chuckle again at the sight. So much for enchanted masonry to keep you trapped within. It seemed like you were still as powerful as ever and time had not waned your control of the dark arts and the strength of your demonic bloodline.

Beyond the revelry of your release, the first thought that came to mind was thus. The goodly heroes that disappointingly 'defeated' you. Where were they now? How long has it been since your final battle with them? Those meddlesome worms that thought that they could end your dream of total world domination. With a wave of your hand, you begin to cast the incantations for long range divination, only to find that the view of the outside world shockingly obscured. Perhaps there had been other seals, or something else that might be barring your magic from escaping this place. Failsafes upon failsafes. Perhaps the architect was grossly competent after all.