Dome of Souls (Book 2 of 2, after Story Less Told)

Ch4: The Plan

Greg stood dramatically in front of the man-cave fireplace, wearing his darkest black robe, his blue eyes glowing in the shadows of the hood like ominous headlights. He lit the black skull candles of war with his fingertips, and stood solemnly.

"Welcome Sinister Sirens. These are dark times on the island, sinister times. I have gathered you here, my children, to band together against an enemy so powerful she cannot be stopped even by my infinite might and wisdom. The World needs you...and by the world obviously I mean this gigantic mansion prison I'm exiled to, and it's residents." he explained, as a hand raised.

"Why not just say this island, instead of the world." asked the chubby human gal with purple hair.

"It's my world, the fact that this planet has like 63 people doesn't make it any less of a world. It's round, it has an atmosphere. I own it. It's literally my entire world. The whole world is at risk, it just sounds far more important than saying this mansion." he admitted. "And in this circle of sinister plots, we take turns when we speak." he added.

"I live here." she argued.

"You know what, Roxy...I pay your internet bill. I don't ask for much, and I get super bored here exiled from the rest of the population, so just let me have one speech where I get to be an evil overlord again. I miss that, it sucks getting old and having your children imprison you in a series of artificial bubble habitats on a planet way in the middle of the whatevertheshit star system. I literally don't even know what star system I'm in. It's not near Earth, I can guess that. I used to rule empires, damnit, now what do I have under my solitary control?" he asked with frustration.

"Surprise movie night in the theater room. Every Friday, you pick the movies." Roxy said

"Yea...I got that." he nodded as if proving his point. "Anyway, back to the speech. You all have gathered here in the temple...okay what's so funny?" he asked removing the hood as a young blonde with glasses snickered under her breath.

"It's just..."THE TEMPLE" it's kinda funny." She chuckled.

"Rika...I know this is the basement den, but we don't have a secret society, or an actual temple of darkness. This is all we have. Everything else is bright and cheery upstairs, so the only sanctuary I have that is gloomy and ominous, is the basement den. My son Charlie thought the bright décor would make me less depressed and yet here I am plotting in the basement I designed. It has a badass fireplace and y'all get to sit on the comfy couch instead of church Pews or stone chairs, so be thankful this is just the basement den and not a real temple of darkness. What is that?" he asked, almost interrupting himself as she snacked on something.

"Some really good brownies from the main kitchen." Rika muttered.

Oh, for fuck's sake!" He yelled. Greg rushed forward, grabbing the brownie and throwing it at the wall. It dramatically stuck with a moist thud as he tried to calm his rage.

"There's totally more upstairs." whispered the girl next to her. Greg blurted out angrily with a grunt.

"It's freaking Izzy, okay? There! No drama and theatrics, it's just Izzy." he said breaking the mood. "Izzy is our enemy, and we have to destroy her."

"You lost me...Aunt Izzy is trying to destroy you?" Rika asked, picking brownie out of her canines with her tongue.

"Yes...Aunt Izzy is evil, and she wants to destroy me." he admitted.