Ruler of Worlds: DarklianEmpire Book Series, #2

By Steven Uecker

Mr. Darkly doubles down as his power and influence increases. Chemical weapons are detonated in most major cities all over the world and the only remedy is Mr. Darkly's special workout drink, Protein Blast 6. Detective Jake Fisher is transported to Prison City after the President of The United States declares Martial Law. Detectives Gloria seeks to break him out while Mr. Darkly's plan to rule the world come to light. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steven Uecker
• Release date: Dec 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781386021643

Book preview

When they write the book on you. Let it show your wins and losses. But don’t let it show you didn’t try, you’ve got to at least try.

- Jim Rohn

You, Lord, are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you.

-Psalm 86:5

Ruler Of Worlds

Ruler Of Worlds

The sun began to rise in the distance cresting over the rolling hills and small mountain ranges revealed fresh morning light to the Los Angeles skyline. The shadows of the city in front of the sun sheltered the sidewalks and broken asphalt streets.

We are almost home Jake. Gloria said.

She was excited to be back home after a grueling last couple of days of fighting demons and robotic guards. She was anxious to relax for a time and get her mind straight. Jake was steady at the wheel of his sixty-eight Camaro and even though he drove all night he was energized to have Gloria by his side.

Karen was so happy when we dropped Nick off. Jake said.

She was so happy and I don't blame her. It was also nice to see Nick back to his old self. You know not dead, everything is great.

Gloria pulled her house key out of her pocket while Jake slowed to a stop in front of her house.

Here you are beautiful.

Jake leaned over and gave Gloria a kiss.

Thanks Jake, I have to admit it has been a wild ride. Gloria paused for a moment then gave Jake a kiss. I will text you later, I’m gonna take a shower and go to sleep.

Gloria walked up to her red painted front door and turned around to give Jake a wave of the hand as she disappeared into the shadow of her house.

Jake pulled into his own driveway and sat still in the drivers seat with the car engine turned off. He suddenly felt the rush of exhaustion hit his body and mind. He walked into the foyer and felt the burning of his tired eyes. Through the kitchen he plopped his keys in a yellow ceramic dish and sat down on the edge of his firm mattress. He pulled out his gun and placed it on his nightstand and willingly fell backward on his mattress to feel gravity ease his back. The ceiling was grayish white, and as he drifted into a heavy sleep, his mind faded to black.

Gloria was in the shower as the water pelted her firm perfect skin. It cascaded over her face as the wet strands of hair laid flat against her head.

She turned the shower off and walked out wrapping her robe around her bust. The initials GD in fifties style letters on the front made it her favorite. She opened the top drawer of her powder pink dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top, her house phone rang.

Vector send to voicemail. She spoke out to her central pc. No problem Ms. Diaz. Call routed to virtual mail.

A lingering silence ensued.

Ms. Diaz. How was your last couple of days? Vector

asked.

Gloria smiled thinking about her adventure with Jake.

It was fantastically strange. She said.

"I'm glad your back. Goodnight." Vector replied.

Thank you Vector, goodnight. Gloria said ending the

conversation.

Gloria laid down in her plush bedding and sunk into the

soft cool mattress and blankets.

Thank you God. She whispered into the air.

The LED light on her Vector system hardware blinked in a rapid succession and went silent.

Chapter 1

It slithered over the black hardwood flooring with its red tongue zipping in and out. The smooth stiff skin writhed back and forth in complete silence as it moved stealthily up a flight of stairs. The serpent searched for its prey. It's eyes and head gazed back and forth elevated above the floors surface. The serpent wedged its head under a door frame and wriggled its lengthy body all the way through. It crossed over an expensive Egyptian rug and back onto the wood flooring. A sudden thrust of shiny metal pounded to the floor slicing off the serpents head, exactly a foot beyond the back of its cranium. A gurgle and shriek exuded from its mouth, and a clean fit hand reached down for the head of the serpent. As the blood dropped to the floor in thick sporadic droplets the lifeless head was lifted up and the blood was sprinkled into a scotch glass. The snakes head was plopped down on the table after it ceased to fill the glass. A hand reached out for the glass and a sniff was applied to the edge of the clear crystal rim. The glass lifted to a salivating mouth as the blood was sipped and swirled inside.

Now it is complete the bloodline is all mine. A mans' deep voice spoke out.

He smiled as the reddish blood rimmed his teeth and laced through his gums. He took two fingers and dipped them in the scotch glass of blood and proceeded to stain his forehead and smear the cross of the new world order on his chest. His naked body glistened as the morning sun sent shards of light into his room, and he walked over to a large window that overlooked the city of Detroit.

Behold, I can never be influenced by the light. The power and spirit of Apollyon now resides in me, it is complete.

The serpent laid lifeless as the snake body slowly bled on the floor. Mr. Darkly looked out of his window with an empty stare and grinned.

Good morning folks, I’m Megan Trippy. We have video just released of Mr. Darkly running a few laps around the shoreline of Historic Fort Wayne Park. Just yesterday, the FBI closed the investigation on the beheading of Christians last week at the Coliseum at the Swallow Cliff Woods in Chicago and motivational speaker Mr. Darkly has been cleared of any criminal behavior. The main reason being that an SRP acronym for Synthetic Robotic People was the reason for the beheadings and not Mr. Darkly himself. Here's a clip of Mr. Darkly at the Senate hearing in our nations capital just yesterday.

Mr. Darkly was dressed sharp with his precisely tailored gray suit. The thin light teal necktie softened his sharp good looks. He sat at a table with a microphone and addressed the members of the Senate Homeland Security Commission.

I would like to thank the Senate for their precious time and for their expertise on the law. I cannot be responsible for the beheadings at the Coliseum at the Swallow Cliff Woods in Chicago last week. I was being impersonated by an SRP. Even though I own the Coliseum and the rights of production of the SRP technology. I did not authorize my image to be used and I call for a separate investigation to find who has betrayed me. I believe it was the Christian Coalition For America and their ilk that have committed these atrocities, many of whom are you.

Mr. Darkly pointed out to the panel of Senators who were focused on his every word. They sat in front of their own microphones and gazed into his eyes. Almost all of them had the Protein Blast 6 barcode on their foreheads.

Mr. Darkly continued. Many of you. I would say all of you with the exception of Senator Jeremiah Jenkins have the barcode. Have I not given you a new life through the benefits of the Protein Blast 6? Are you not living a guilt free life? Fulfilling your every desires. How can I be guilty of any criminal acts when I'm echoing the voice of the American Progressives? I represent change for America and the world. I'm not done delivering my message and it’s time for the future to be here and now. The days of the past Christian rule is over. It's time we embraced something new. We must do it for ourselves and for our planet. Trust in me to shepherd this new generation to a new promised land.

Mr. Darkly received a standing ovation from the press and onlookers that were in the hearing room. He absorbed the praise and sat stoic with the look of satisfaction on his face.

Senator Jenkins motioned for his turn to address Mr. Darkly.

Excuse me, excuse me. Senator Jenkins said quieting the room.

The so called Christian past that built our great country, it offers freedom for all. We have our children living in the world of Virtual Reality. This VR living is perpetuated by Mr. Croxley at the Vector and YourBook Corporation. Our kids don't even leave home at all, they are sucked into the VR living. Society is becoming a non working pleasure seeking society. Our small businesses have been reduced to rubble. The robotics technology is taking over a bulk of the blue collar jobs. We have robots watching are parking lots taking care of our kids. Then you Mr. Darkly come along with your brain washing Protein Blast 6 and your SRP technology just in time to save the day. The fact that your image was used. Your technology that you just claimed to own was used to behead Christians on live tv around the world. That means your guilty.

That doesn't work Senator according to Martial Law. Mr. Darkly interrupted.

Senator Jenkins looked around the room at the other Senators that sat next to him and continued.

I know I'm alone here but their are millions of good people in America and around the world. Christian, Muslims, Blue, Green, Black, Red. People who want to live in peace and harmony. To be free to believe in what they want to. The Constitution and the Bill of Rights were based on Christian values. Values that encourage freedom of religion and a persons will to fail and succeed as a man sees fit for himself. God has blessed.

Bang. Bang. Senator Jenkins fell to the floor. A scuffle ensued just behind the line of reporters and cameras that strewn behind Mr. Darkly.

There he is grab him. Someone shouted from the clamoring crowd.

Security jumped on a man who was pale with red cheeks. He yelled out above the crowd in a craze as the cameras streamed.

THE RULER OF WORLDS. THE RULER OF WORLDS. THE RULER OF WORLDS.

The man was rushed out of the hearing room and out of sight of the media frenzy.

Vector.

Yes Mr. Darkly. How can I help you?

Turn the news off. Mr. Darkly said.

The flat screen on the wall turned off and a panel scrolled

down to hide its location.

"The news is off. Is there anything else I can help you with

sir?" Vector replied.

No, that will be all. Mr. Darkly said as he sat on his velvet love seat. The afternoon sun shone through his large clear window that overlooked Detroit.

He was the last Senator on the committee holding out and now he's at the hospital in a coma. You see General Feingold everything is in place. The time for the next phase is coming. He said.

General Feingold sat in a chair just to the side of the love seat.

Master you are a future teller. You will be the ruler of worlds. She said.

Have Gus bring me a drink. I need to see you and Apep down at the SRP lab. Justin Croxley will be here in an hour or so.

General Feingold shook her head as if she was impressed. Mr. Darkly continued to speak.

Well he did help finance the Protein Blast 6 money accounts for the barcodes. Not to mention the technology through Vector to track everyone who follows me. The future my sweet General. The future is looking dark. Mr. Darkly said jovially.

The General stood up and straightened her military jacket.

I thought the creator of Vector and YourBook would be too busy right now with all the civil unrest going on. She said.

Mr. Darkly stood up and walked up to General Feingold and placed a hand on each side of her shoulders. He looked into her eyes without waiver.

He will do what I want, when I want. I am his god.

Justin Croxley pulled up to the production plant with a few members of his financial staff and his assistant. They marched in through the lobby and into the warehouse. While Mr. Darkly stood waiting, accompanied by General Feingold and Apep. They watched as Croxley and his entourage walked across the gray shiny warehouse floor.

I'm glad you made it. As we speak they are shipping mass units to your Vector stores. Mr. Darkly said from a distance with his hands raised in the air.

I see that, Mr. Darkly. They are running extremely efficiently. The production warehouse looks great. Croxley said as he observed the warehouse details.

The best employees you could have are mindless robots. Mr. Darkly joked.

Everyone laughed out loud which brought attention to Croxley's assistant.

Now who do we have here? Mr. Darkly inquired.

He reached out to grab the assistants hand and gave it a kiss.

This my assistant Elizabeth Eicher. Croxley said.

Well you are a beauty and you remind me of someone and I can't put my finger on it. Mr. Darkly said flirtatiously.

Thank you. Elizabeth said with a shy smile.

Mr. Darkly stared into her eyes and felt a strong desire to ravage her.

Sir, sir. General Feingold said.

She lightly tapped Mr. Darkly on his shoulder. He did not realize she tapping because he was completely enamored by Ms. Eicher, eventually the tapping on his shoulder caused him to snap out of his lustful trance.

Follow me this way.

Mr. Darkly motioned with his hand and they began to walk across the warehouse to the SRP production room. The SRP workers worked non-stop and the sound of the beeping forklifts and shrink wrap rolling around pallets of Protein Blast 6 surrounded the inner space of the warehouse. Just outside the production room plastic moulds of humanoid body parts hung from racks and were numbered for assembly. They entered the production room. It was stark white from floor to ceiling and a thrust of air blew all dust and micro fibers off of anyone who entered. In the center of the room was a body covered by a black sheet. Mr. Darkly walked over to the covered body and everyone followed.

This is what I want Mr. Croxley.

Mr. Darkly slid the black sheet from the head and stopped at the waist.

Mr. Reich? Justin Croxley said.

Yes, this is Mr. Reich in a sense. I had the FBI recover his body for me at the Coliseum. They found him dead just like I knew he would die, with a slit throat.

Mr. Darkly motioned with his finger across his neck.

I have replicated his body from head to toe with my 3D imager. All the insides are SRP technology except the heart and the brain, both of those are on an electrical charge keeping them pumping and alive. Instead of pumping straight blood, they are pumping astaxanthin the red tint found in lobster shells and salmon, and of course he has one pint of my blood, RH negative. That helps me to track him with my subconsciousness.

Mr. Croxley looked over Mr. Reich's body.

This is a masterpiece. He looks completely real. He said. This is what I need from you. Mr. Darkly said.

I need you to push the SRP production as it is the new future. I want it worldwide starting now. Advertise on every YourBook page and internet searches. Everyone is going to want the Protein Blast 6 and the barcode. I own those politicians on Capital Hill and around the world. I promise you a seat at my table when I rule over all. Money can buy you only so much until power becomes the new greed. Don't forget I was the one who opened the door for you to get where you are now, I’ve got your soul.

Justin Croxley pulled out a small electronic device that looked like a USB stick. He proceeded to bring it to his lips. He took a deep breath and a little blue light lit up.

I am with you my Master. I am loyal to you always. Mr. Croxley bowed down.

What is that? Mr. Darkly said.

It's a product I just released on Vector Shopping it's called a Crypt Stick. You can electronically program a synthetic version of whatever it is you want to inhale. Marijuana, cigarettes, c-trac, oxygen, anything you want. It has a high grade carbon dioxide crystal battery cell. So all you have to do is breathe into it to charge it up. I'm inhaling a super grade synthetic marijuana right now. You can go to Vector Shopping right now and have a menu of synthetic items that can be downloaded. The possibilities are endless. Its odorless and doesn't damage your lungs. I’m thinking of a Protein Blast 6 flavor.

Croxley held out the tiny unit to Mr. Darkly for a try.

I like the way you think, have one sent to my office. I will will check it out, sounds interesting. I might actually have a use for that. Mr. Darkly said inquisitively.

"I believe in what you are doing my Master. I am eternally

grateful to you for what I have."

Keep in contact with General Feingold here and give her the daily algorithms. I want to know what the public is saying and thinking. Also, I have some ideas for the Vector system. We will have to talk later about that. See yourself out I'm headed to my chamber. Elizabeth is it? Care to join me?

Mr. Darkly held out his arm and she quickly snatched it. They both walked off and Elizabeth turned and smiled back at Mr. Croxley. Giving him a look that she wasn't his anymore. Croxley, General Feingold, and Apep stayed behind and hammered out some details for upgrades on the SRP programming.

Mr. Darkly and Elizabeth Eicher walked into an elaborate suite.

Welcome to my penthouse. Come over here and take a look at the city.

Mr. Darkly gently guided Elizabeth to the large window that displayed a beautiful view of Detroit in the distance.

This is an amazing view. She said.

I had a feeling you'd like it. Tell me about yourself. What is going on in that beautiful head of yours?

Mr. Darkly stood at the wet bar at the far end of the living area and poured two glasses of imported vodka.

I was born and raised in Fresno California. I have a degree in advertisement from Fresno State. I'm single with no kids.

Elizabeth smiled looking in Mr. Darkly's direction seeking a sign of approval. Mr. Darkly smiled back and gave her what she was looking for.

You look so familiar and I just can't figure out why.

Mr. Darkly handed over the small glass of vodka.

I know why. Elizabeth interjected.

You may have seen me on the news. She said. Oh yeah. What for? Mr. Darkly asked.

Have you ever heard of the Bloody Thirteen Killer Case? She said.

I certainly have. I'm a big fan of serial killers I follow them all.

Well, I was a key witness.

"That's—why you look so familiar. I remember you now. Mr. Darkly became even more infatuated with Ms. Eicher. Your the jogger who escaped the clutches of the Bloody Thirteen Killer." He said excitedly.

That's right.

Elizabeth shook her head and smiled.

Do you know who I am? Mr. Darkly inquired.

Yes your the good looking guy from the Protein Blast 6 commercials. Justin had nothing but great things to say about you. She said.

That's nice, but do you know who I really am?

Mr. Darkly positioned his body inches from Elizabeth's. She became extremely excitable and her heart began to pound veraciously.

Take a look.

Mr. Darkly placed a hand on each side of her head a gave an open mouth kiss. A gold wormhole spun around in Elizabeth's minds eye and she was taken to an exotic garden of opulence.

She stood alone and spun in a three hundred and sixty degree gaze at her surroundings. Tropical flowers and foliage so beautiful and strange that you could only image in your wildest dream. A slow flowing brook flowed by a bistro table as birds chirped from above. Two white ornate chairs stood  empty and invited her. A delicious looking fruit reminiscent of an apple was strategically placed at the center of the round table top. Elizabeth sat down on one of the chairs and reached for the piece of fruit. She admired the ripened texture of the outer skin and smelled the sweet fragrance of its insides.

She bit into it and the taste was like sweet sparks of flavor bouncing inside her mouth. The juice of the fruit dripped like thick droplets of pure red blood on each side of her lips. As she chewed a rustling of leaves and branches caught her attention. It was Mr. Darkly in his devilish form. The horns from his head whisked the cascading tropical tree branches and his goat hooves stomped with slow heavy thuds. He approached Elizabeth like a princess being saved by her prince, and she stood up and waited for him to arrive. She held the fruit up to his mouth and he took a bite. His voice was as deep as thunder and it shook the landscape.

From this day forward you will be my queen and I will be your Master. I am your savior and your god. Do you accept me? Mr. Darkly asked.

Elizabeth stared into his yellow goat-like eyes.

I accept you. I accept you. She said without hesitation. Mr. Darkly embraced her and began to gavage her into his mouth. She slowly disappeared into Mr. Darkly as he gently engulfed her body into his. In an instant, Mr. Darkly let go of the kiss he gave Elizabeth Eicher. They stood in the living room of his penthouse that over looked Detroit.

I have something for you. He said. He pulled a barcode out of his pocket.

It’s the same used in the Protein Blast 6 cans.

He pressed it onto her forehead as she stared into his eyes. The sticker-like barcode chemically bonded to her skin and sizzled for a fraction of a second. Elizabeth felt her forehead for the barcode and she was turned on even more. Mr. Darkly began to undress Elizabeth one article of clothing at a time, as his eyes glimmered her to the soul. Her cotton blouse fell off her shoulders to ground, and he proceeded to unzip her stiff cotton skirt and it followed. She stood there with only her silk black bra and panties waiting for Mr. Darkly to make his move. He reached around and unfastened her bra and it release her perfect nubile breast. The nipples hardened as he moved down, and as slid her panties down her smooth fit legs. She maintained a strong focus on Mr. Darkly's eyes with intensity.

Now it is your turn. He said.

Ravenously, she tore open Mr. Darkly's dress shirt and the buttons pinged to the floor. His massively chiseled chest muscles heaved as he anticipated the removal of his pants. Elizabeth roughly kiss his chest and abs up and down. They stood in front of each other completely naked and desirous for physical contact. They walked to Mr. Darkly’s bedroom where his ornate bed frame made of dark wood sat awaiting their arrival. The black silk sheets billowed as their bodies pelted the mattress. They kissed and groped roughly and veraciously. Mr. Darkly laid on his back and motioned for Elizabeth by grabbing her by the hips.

Get up here. He said laying on his back.

I want you to fuck me hard. I want to feel your pain. He commanded.

Elizabeth straddled and thrusted her body into Mr. Darkly's. Each rhythmic pound brought an intense orgasmic pleasure through her body.

Harder, harder. Mr. Darkly said firmly.

The mix of pleasure and pain was power to Elizabeth and Mr. Darkly watched her as she moaned.

You are now my seductress. He said.

He watched the elated expressions on her face as she panted for air. He looked up at the mirrors that lined the ceiling above his bed. His eyes gleamed yellow as he admired himself giving pleasure to his new jezebel.

Chapter 2