Arthur 4 : The return of the prince

Epilogue

He had been in this dark and silent hell for so long that he did not even know how long he had been here. The simple notion of time had become totally unknown to him, and even the simple fact of turning around in this small circular space blocked by this damned invisible wall began to eat his mental barriers, to the point that madness was waiting for him. What kept him from going crazy was this thing that he had been feeling for eons now. That thing he ruminated in his mind and kept on pondering since his imprisonment and long before: hatred.

Hatred against the woman who had deceived and damned him. Hatred against the kingdom that had rejected him and which he had sworn to destroy. Hatred against this second woman who could have delivered him from his torments, but who chose to condemn him for his crimes. Hatred against this human being who has defeated and humiliated him twice. Hatred. A burning hatred against everyone. The same hatred that had kept him company for so long even when he was alone, like now.

As he continued to wallow in his eternal solitude, a small cold light slowly appeared. It was strong enough to illuminate him, revealing a little more and more his decayed body, possessing only one clawed hand. As he began to turn his head towards this light, a female voice, both seductive and vicious, came out.

"Hello, my beloved Maltazard. That was long." said this voice on the other side of the invisible circular prison.

Recognizing this voice, Maltazard turned around and set his eyes full of anger on his interlocutor. She was certainly large, at least as large as him, and was lightly clothed, letting her physique be seen. Her body with purple skin seemed covered with light magical patterns of blood red color, going from the head to the bottom of his body. His long black robe let see his big legs, which could resemble those of succubus: magnificent arched legs ending however with beastly paws. Her hands had nails as long and sharp as claws.

Her head presented a sublime feminine face framed by long white hair, covered in a large braid partially masked by large pointed ears and long insectoid antennae raised from her forehead. Her treacherous eyes shone like burning coals and behind her smiling lips were hidden from fangs of vipers. On her back was a large pair of red butterfly wings and a long thin tail slightly waving.

This creature was impressive, but the look of Maltazard was full of disgust, rage and contempt.

"You?! You vile poisoner witch! How dare you show yourself in front of me after what you did to me!" He roared, tapping the window with his only valid fist.

The poisoner woman laughed before answering:

"Come on, that is not the way to welcome your wife, especially when she comes back from her years of maternal duties. Especially when she had to give birth and raise her child without the help of her husband, so much so that the great M the Cursed was obsessed with his dreams of conquering the seven kingdoms for himself. Looks like you and Darkos didn't succed to realize your dreams."

"Our adopted son has never known how to be more than a good for nothing since all those years I had to drag him behind me!" M the Evil defended, still so bitter.

"Because as usual you were unable to make his qualities bloom and show him how to exploit them! By my side, he would have been the Scourge of the seven kingdoms that he should have become instead of standing alongside those pitiful minimoys who have woefully defeated you." replied the poisonous one. " That is one of the reasons I cursed you, because not only did you break our pact, but you also disavowed our son when he was trying to please us."

After a moment of silence, M the Evil sighed with frustration and despair. He remembered the moment that the merciless venomous woman was referring to. Doubting that his former wife might have to use her powers to read his thoughts, he preferred to speak: