Destined: 2 Be Continued

41. Vilor Talks Too Much

Jeremiah ate hungrily. He had barely survived powering up his team for the whole fight against Muskrel the malicious mosquito, and he was drowsy as anyone could be. He needed to get some energy back, and get it back quickly, hence the eating and the going to sleep right after. Once he was done, he told everybody he was going to sleep, and they understood. He changed into his pajamas and jumped in bed, ready for some good old rest.

He didn't get some good old rest.

He awoke on a small island with a singular tree; the rest of the island was either sand or the dirt surrounding said tree. Jeremiah looked around wildly; he was certain that Opal wouldn't pull something like this. Every trick she pulled was at her own mansion, so this was clearly the work of another. Jeremiah really didn't like the thought of someone other than Opal or Flicker messing with his dreams. He hadn't realized that when Scorpionem had invaded his dream two years ago, but now it was clear that he had a mental personal space.

"Whoever's there, show yourself now!" Jeremiah called out, and the sand in front of him burst up.

"Good morning," The thing that came from the sand greeted him. It had two large, glittering wings, a long, slender mouth that curled up, and a large, hairy body. As with Scar Shi and Muskrel, it had three pairs of limbs: two pairs of arms and a pair of legs. Large, feathery things came from the top of its head, like a crest. Based on the fact that it looked like a mutant and/or anthropomorphic moth, Jeremiah had to assume it was the last son of Locust.

"What was your name again?" Jeremiah asked. "Vigor, or Killer, or something like that..."

"Vilor! My name is Vilor!" Vilor spat at him. "As I am sure you know, you have defeated my two brothers: the disappointment and the absolute atrocity."

"I'm not entirely sure, but I'm just going to assume that Muskrel was the absolute atrocity?"

"OF COURSE HE WAS!! I'm glad I don't have to see that monster's long face again."

"But your face is also long. You have a needle mouth, too."

"IT'S NOT THE SAME! At least mine elegantly curls so that it can be used as an effective whip." At this point, Jeremiah added "pretentious" to his mental notes of Vilor.

"So, what were we talking about?" Jeremiah asked.

"Oh, we were talking about how I'm practically unbeatable. My mind games are impossible, you won't be able to hit me once," Vilor answered pretentiously.

"Mind games?" Jeremiah probed.

"Unlike my pitiful brothers, I have a different way of defeating you without using physical means. I have the power of hypnosis, which enables me to create illusions and traps inside your mind. You won't ever be able to defeat me, for you'll be trapped, punching the air! HA--Actually, no, I'm not going to laugh. That would make me too much like that atrocity, Muskrel. I don't want to even think about him. Let's move on."

"Okay." 

"Now, about where I am. I will tell you that this island is in the Atlantic, opposite from my failure of a brother, that galoot Scar Shi. I'm glad he's dead, he was never one for planning."

"I noticed when we fought him."

"Shut up. Here, I will carve the coordinates into you arm."

"Uh, how about no--AUGH!" Jeremiah watched as numbers were carved into his arm. This didn't happen when he had to fight Scorpionem! Why were these insects so weird? He saw the numbers: 26.69, -41.86. He tried to memorize them, but firstly, the pain of them being carved into his arm was a little too much for him, and secondly, they were carved into his arm, so he realized that memorizing them wouldn't be all that helpful.

"Anything else you want to add?" Jeremiah asked, a little bitterly.

"Not much, only that you will never defeat me or my mind games. My hypnosis is too powerful for the weak brains of the Destined, you spoiled brats. Funny that you get all the praise because you were randomly chosen to be given powers, and now you have to save the world and all that. I hope you get what you deserve."

"And what do we deserve, O Lord Vilor?"

"You deserve DEATH! And if not death, then punishment! You will atone for your greed, taking all your powers for granted! Especially that foolish mistress of life! All she does is waste her power away!"

"What did you say?" Jeremiah asked, tensing up. He wanted to beat Vilor up right then and there for saying that, and he would have had it not been for the fact that he no longer was a master of shadow.

"I said that the mistress of life is foolish! She wastes her power on you imbecilic, tiny, useless brats, when she could be using her power to save the sick all over the world, or to strengthen our great leader, TG! If that mistress of life joined our side, the winning side, mind you, she would have the full potential of her power! To serve TG with your power is to serve only the best!" Jeremiah decided not to throttle the moth. He would tell Heather about this, and she could do it herself. He was sure she would love to if she heard this.

"You're the one who's a fool," Jeremiah muttered under his breath, really not wanting Vilor to retort. If the pretentious moth had heard his comment, they would have been on this island all week!

"May I go now?" Jeremiah asked. 

"NO! You will not until I tell you more about how great I am and how you will never defeat me! My mind games are impossible! My magic is stronger than anything you can conjure up! If you try to fight me, it will only end in your defeat, and nothing else! There, I'm done now."

"Good."

"You talk too much, anyway. Wake up, and good riddance."

Jeremiah woke up, with much riddance, and praised the heavens above that he didn't have to listen to that moth anymore.