The Rise of the Dondorale

By Jake Thomas

The Saga continues as Dondorale rises from the terrible Maze of Autozar unscathed. Not only is she returning from the world of the dead a Queen with a master plan to take over the world. Dondorale creates an awful plague sweeping the globe stealing the lives of thousands in hopes to bring the world to extinction with a evil plan to take over Camalore. Kingdoms and heroes rise against her in a global war to save humanity from total Annihilation. Can Dondorale be stopped before the world plunges into darkness?

• Language: English
• Publisher: LifeRich Publishing
• Release date: Dec 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781489732309

Jake Thomas

Jake Thomas was born and raised in the small town of Albermarle north carolina. He is the son of famous artist and homeschooled by his mother. Jake’s mother played a major role in his life as a writer in whom he has continued on with his talent the last decade. Jake’s motto is “I could never be where I am without Christ for without him I could have never came this far.”

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ETERNAL MOTHER

Life is a challenge every day, waking up without you. No longer hearing your phone calls or soothing conversations on the porch drinking herbal tea listening to moody blues. You always knew what to say. Your advice still navigated us down the right path. Compelled to press forward only by God’s grace and by his strength, it is truly the only source we have now to get by. You taught us to keep our trust in the Lord and have faith, and all would turn out as he saw fit for us.

I wonder what you’re doing at this time. Who have you met? What is it truly like to walk beside the crystal sea? To tread streets of pure gold, to have a flawless body with no knowledge of aches or pains, or never age? Our minds cannot comprehend it. How many times have you seen Jesus? How many times have you put your finger through the holes in his hands? Or the gash in his side? To look upon his face cannot be expressed or put into words because we genuinely won’t know until we see him on the other side.

Our family is still holding together, as you had hoped. No matter what, we will always carry on the commandments you left with us. Honor thy father and mother. We continue it. Always. Endeavoring every week to check on Dad and make sure he’s right and well. How much we miss, you can be about as expressed as describing heaven. There are no words that can be put together on what this life is like in your absence. Pass our love on Grandma and the rest of our family up there. Let them know how much we miss them until we meet again, Mother. We love and miss you deeply.

A special thank you to the ones who taught and encouraged me to succeed. You know who you are.

This Book is dedicated to the loving memory of two of the greatest women I had ever known.

Cynthia Darlene Poplin Thomas and Lucille Poplin

Why I became a fantasy writer and always will write fantasy.

Eleven years ago, I was riding through town on a summer afternoon, having no clue where life headed. Out of the blue, a vision came to me, sprouting to life in my mind. Like someone planting a seed in my head, a supernatural essence began to nourish it to grow. An unknown world full of characters. For over a week, I wrestled with this vision, but the more I fought it, the stronger it became. Finally exhausted from resisting this, I picked up a pen and notepad, took it to work, and began writing down what came to life in my head. Little did I realize this was my calling. Though some disagreed, no matter how many times I got discouraged or left. I always found myself right back working at it. When my Mom left us last summer, the world that spawned to life in my head a decade ago had become the one sedative to keep me pushing forward. It kept my mind away from the pain and depression I had fought before and reminded me daily I was on a life-changing path to destiny. I was the creator of the world of Camalore. The maker of so many heroes and villains. The designer of the evilest force I had ever come to know in my life….The Dondorale.

I sincerely hope you have enjoyed the journey as much as I. It has indeed been an honor to entertain you.

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CHAPTER 1

W hen Vega Vadgoalon and her gang entered the sewers of Isarock to meet with her father, Riskel Highmore, she could instantly distinguish something was amiss. The foul sweet stench of rotten flesh overshadowed everything, even the sounds of running water and squeaking of rats. The nasty fumes had already made their home in their clothes, moving down the corridors. By the time she reached her father’s lair, she was in for a horrific discovery. Her father and his entire thieves guild murdered. She instantly knew something was wrong by the sweet, sick stench of decay in the air. The moment she found her father’s remains hurled her into a long dramatic episode of chaotic grief. Her heavy weeping and distorted cries lingered in the surrounding corridors. Despite the different lives, she still loved her father and visited him quite often in his den in Isarock. But this visit would be the worst moment of her life.

Why did this happen? Could he have owed another gang money, and they came in and butchered him? Was this thief guild related? She always feared one day her dad would end up entangled in a bad deal. There could be no other explanation for his murder.

Her trusted wizard was summoned after, instructed to cast a time spell, and reveal what happened here and who was behind her Riskels murder. Vega had come to understand this was no gang-related murder at all, nor guild affiliated. She watched on a magic bubble, the gruesome scene the night Dondorale laid waste to her father and his associates. She’d come to learn of who she was and who she worked for. Seeing the Enchantress had brought her to know precisely where the Dondorale came from. Vega knew the Enchantress because, at one time, she worked for her as well. But this was a time before Dondorale. Vega was the first champion of Victoria until she had enough of the warrior years before and let her go due to her troublesome nature. So many memories ran through the warrior’s head. Looking on the face of the Enchantress as she had come to retrieve the demon from the sewers. She watched as the creature tortured, remembering a time when Victoria tormented her on numerous occasions. After that scene diminished, Vega slouched on her father’s throne, registering the unimaginable truth. Victoria Malcrude and her new champion Dondorale. They were both behind Riskel’s murder. Shenelle Vega’s wizard approached, reminding her that chasing after the Dondorale as a human would be a fool’s aaron. Dondorale was a Cambion; Vega was a human. Even on her best day, she was no match for such a supernatural force unless she possessed a demon blade or blessed weapon. With Victoria backing the creature, she was no match for her regarding the number of troops she had in her command. The middle-aged senior rose from the throne, making herself a drink from her father’s stash, trying to figure out what to do.

Then it came to her. Vega had a plan.

The senior warrior walked to another room, wishing to be in private. She took out a small necklace tucked neatly behind her leather corset. She rubbed the silver ornament together, depicted as a woman’s face with long hair and two green gems for the eyes speaking a small summoning chant. Her eyes shut while she was on her knees and her head bowed.

In moments the hologram of a beautiful woman appeared with dreamy features and fine robes. Vega had connected with her new master, Medess, the Cynrian of illusion, lies, deception, and trickery. Medess relaxed in her realm, giving the audience to her pupil taking in the warrior’s story. Vega went on about the murder of her father. And how she had hoped to avenge him at all costs. She would be willing to do anything, even if it meant going through the terrible hells of Osheadam to get her revenge. She wanted Dondorale and her old master dead. If it meant giving her life in the process, then so be it.

And that would be what she would have to do. Medess knew even on her best day. She was no match against the Cambion or her master.

She would need to become something of an equal supernatural level as Dondorale. But to achieve such power does not come without a price. Medess was well pleased with Vega’s loyalty. She had done everything she was told over the years and never failed her. There is but one way to achieve this power, to become like Dondorale, but it will not come easy, Medess spoke with her chin in the air. My brother has created a new game, a dangerous game that will prove those worthy of becoming great rulers of power and wrath. For you, this is not about gaining a throne. It is about revenge. And to have that revenge, you must prove to me and Maldemious you are worthy of having such a power. Medess said. What is this game you speak of, my master? Vega finally raised her head to face her superior. The Maze of Autozar. A trial which separates the weak from the strong.

Medess shed light on how the game played. There were ten levels of the game filled with monsters, locate the checkpoint. This flaming eye indicates the city where a mighty champion awaits. Enter the palace, find the lair of the champion, and defeat him. A portal will appear, taking her to the next level of the game. The last champion in the last level is the most difficult, Autozar, the master of the Maze. She must defeat him without magic. Conquer the maze and she would have her revenge, Medess gave Vega a unique ring. If removed at any point during that time in the underworld, she would perish. Vega took the item, thanking her master for the opportunity. And so she would return home to headquarters to prepare for her journey within the following day. Vega returned home to Chilgrave Keep. Not long after she arrived, summoned to meet with Lord Ki, the chief in command under Medess and Balbacyras. They were brother and sister and the overseers of the keep. Lord Ki knew of Vega’s upcoming mission shortly before she returned home. My condolences for your father, an unfortunate tragedy. Lord Ki offered his sympathy though it held no care, mere words shown coldly. Expected coming from a cold lord such as him. Vega nodded, her impassive stare holding strong. Balbcyras summons your audience. The dark Lord in malevolent armor adorned in demonic illustrations, and spiked pauldrons relayed the message. His barbrute continuously glows through the T shaped face guard with an ominous red light. His voice was deep and monstrous. Two small arms protruded the sides where the horns would have been in an outlandish and evil fashion. Vega took her orders without question, a little nervous meeting with Ki’s Boss. This was probably about her upcoming quest.

Escorted to a large chamber adorned in ruin, slime, and the countless remains of unfortunate souls offered up to the Lord of monsters as a sacrifice. Leave us, Balbacyras commanded. Ki nodded with a humble reply, As you wish, my lord.

Vega turned to face the holographic pulsating mass, a conglomeration of eyes, organs, tentacles, pustules, and throbbing tumors. Come closer, my child. Vega, who stayed, knelt with her head down, giving reverence to the ghastly horror, slowly rose and moved closer. Let me have a look at you. Yes, I can sense the hatred in you. Determination drives you.

Your father was murdered, you long for revenge. Balbacyras asked in a tone, hideous, frightening, and otherworldly. Vega nodded her head softly, her expression fused with hesitance and the struggle not to expose any fear. The tragic tale of a father butchered in cold blood, found by his daughter. Now she seeks revenge, to find this Dondorale, and avenge her father’s death.

Vega never answered but stood patiently, only responding when spoken to her. To have this revenge, you must face the ultimate quest. To have what you seek more than life itself, you must conquer the ultimate trial of terror, the malicious Maze of Autozar. Are you ready, my child? Are you afraid?

I am not afraid, master Balbacyras. I will face all odds, no matter the cost.

I admire your courage, cunning warrior, but soon, we shall see if my sister’s investment was a success or a waste.

Vega departed after the meeting. It appeared the mighty Balbacyras wanted to observe her for a brief moment. The hours followed, she enjoyed a hearty meal and took her time to grieve again, reminiscing back on memories with her father and the tragedy of his death.

The following morning Vega met with her master in her palace in the underworld. Their meeting took place in a grand throne hall. A large window fed the ominous light of the underworld into the room. Floors of fabulous marble, sounds of perilous cries, and depraved growls and howls encamped the inhospitable atmosphere without end. Medess shed light once more on how the game played. Vega comprehended every detail. Medess warned her to take caution. The monsters in this game have no emotion, no sense of right or wrong. All they know is to kill, destroy, and devour. Medess strongly advised to strike them violently, fast, and slay them with great haste, or she would be slaughtered and eaten. Vega readied herself on the outside, but her heart clad in a fusion of mixed emotions on the inside. She was utterly unprepared for the wayward horrors which laid ahead.

Medess opened the gate, which led to the first level of the Maze. I’ve already discussed things over with Maldemious, so he’s approved for you to be the next player of the game. There won’t be as much this time to offer as a reward. A mere transformation is far cheaper than crafting a kingdom. So, by all means, don’t let me down. Medess opened the portal door. I will not fail you.

I am aware because you’ll be dead if you do. Conquer this quest, and you shall have your revenge. The Cyrian sent her on her way through the door. Vega would advance to the first level of the Maze.

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CHAPTER 2

S he was working her way through the foul passages of that wretched labyrinth. Vega had lost everything she ate, puking her guts up to the mare sights and smells of this godforsaken atrocity. The corridors depicted as the intestinal tubes of something; she’d instead not imagine. The passage, littered with decaying bodies, mangled, desecrated, decomposed to such a degree, could not be identified as male or female. Cells along the way wrought of souls facing torments no mortal man has ever endured. Their screams composed the dreadful prelude of their pain and punishment. Poor wretched souls endured parasites spawned just behind the eyeballs feasting on the eye until the empty socket left nothing. Afterward, the eye restored, the torment began again. People all in the cells clawing at their watches as blood gushed profusely like a crimson fountain from their skulls. The pain of their punishment writing a cacophony of curses, cries, and ceaseless screams throughout the hellish halls. Get them out, get them out! Voices cried of eternal agony. Please make it stop, no more, please! Other voices were heard, forming into cries of anguish. A voice thundered senselessly through the atmosphere as if it were coming from every direction. A pestilent poem of pandemonium and punishment. Let them feed, let them feed. The worms in your eyes, your sight turns to darkness as the torment comes alive. Condemned to this place for a life of disgrace. Accept your punishment as the worm eats the eyes from your face! Oh, evildoer, how foolish are you, to believe a just reward in death awaited you? Following the disturbing poem, a sinister laugh echoed and returned later, repeating the same phrase to taunt the dead.

Vega struggled to dismiss the voice from her head and snake her way through wrestling with the horrid stench along the way. Every so often encountered by nameless horrors, half spider, the half-demon infant with crab claws for hands. That terrible mouth was exposing rows of sharp teeth and two Lamprey like tongues. The creatures shot out a toxin in the air. If breathed, it turned the victim’s blood to feces, choking them out until they’ve suffocated in their dung. Fortunately, Vega hit the creatures with everything she had, hewing them down fast with a fabulous steel short sword wrapped in sharkskin with a skull for the pommel. The monsters were easy to kill, but their toxic attacks were deadly if inhaled. After several corridors and winding passages, stomaching the gruesome scenes of countless. Crushed corpses and suffering souls, she had at last found the portal that would lead her out of this filthy, foul bunghole. Advancing through this dangerous blind world, an awe-inspiring sight captured her eye. A massive malicious, malformed, tentacular tumor slowly slugged its way along an area.

Snatching up poor wretched souls in its tentacles, gobbling them like a fat king consuming fruit. But the trip had just begun; she fought her way through the inhospitable wastes of a world wrapped in toxic skies, bacterial dunes, and ruined cities. Uncountable souls bound to this terrible place, facing the heinous punishment of being transformed into a formless, bacterial goo.

Vega made her way through the wayward wastes, unable to conquer the drowning sounds of screams endlessly thrashing in her ears. It was distressing, dreadful, and she wished it was already over. In time she discovered the flaming eyeball to the city of the champion, another wave of fret began to set in that she might not make it out of this dreadful world alive. Her leathery armor, grieves, corset, and pauldrons coated in dirt and grime, her hair caked with dirt, and her skin beaded with sweat and cuts. Frustration wore on her pretty face as she exhaled a long slow sigh moving through the city of sand and stone. The fight was brought to her by more of these fish headed freaks. Their long nails acting as many sharp slashing blades, a senseless shriek unloaded from deep. Within the monster’s loins, almost in the sound of a woman screaming, terrible bulging lidless eyes as dark and hollow as the pits that inhabited this dreadful place. Vega escaped a few of the horrible swiping claws before she sent the hand flying away with a devastating hack, then cut the monster down fast.

Vega bolted up the steps through the large slimy doors entering the palace, compelled into several fights, which dragged her down the diseased halls to the champions lair. By the time she had finally killed off those monsters, her heart still pounded like a battle drum realizing how close her life was to being cut short in those fights. Still working to steady her breath, she pushed through the doubled doors, struggling to prepare herself for the first champion.

A large scorpion, the size of a city block, crawled down the wall to the floor. His name was Almorogg, the atrocious. And he was hungry for a victim. Almorogg pulled the warrior right into the fray, keeping the brown-haired warrior on the run with his vast snapping pincers. Struggling to cover ground from the enormous beast, the warrior dodged, rolled, and worked to cover the distance from herself and the mighty pinchers and thrashing stinger. Minutes which seemed forever passed by in the fight until she finally climbed the beast, burying her blade straight through his temple into his brain. The monster crashed to the ground turning into dust. A bright purple portal appeared shortly after leading her to the next stage of the game. Vega took a moment to let the pain settle, banged up from the fight, and her legs were killing her. But she knew there was no resting only at this point, and it was back to fighting again. Struggling through the aches, she advanced through the portal, moving on to the next level of the game. Vega progressed through the second level’s fouls, a network of corridors coated in a pinkish, grassy substance reeking of feet. Cells dotted along the way of wicked souls bound to horrid punishments. Their bodies wrought with a sickness called Malatala. A plague where the bones slowly crumble, and the body becomes a pile of flesh, only restored to face this terrible punishment all over again endlessly. In some cells, giant frog-headed behemoths moved into the chamber. Having their feed upon the poor victim, having no place to go by lying in a pile, and being slowly eaten.

Vega snaked her way from passage to passage, intercepted by a few of those big froggy things along the way. Fear wrestled with taking her over, but she struggled to hold her ground, discharging the creature’s weapon hand, then bringing the monster down into a dead sleep with a fatal chop. In the back of her mind, she wondered how to stand her ground in this horrible place without being overcome with the reality she could very well perish in this pit of doom.

There came a voice ringing loud in the mist, another terrible tune of torture.

Oh wicked souls, as your bones turn to powder, your screams echo louder, and louder, and louder. How pitiful you look, a filthy pile of meat, a succulent treat for the demons to eat. Nowhere to run, you’re eaten alive, feasted on slowly as the pain comes alive! Revived, your healed restored once again, compelled to face this eternal agony again and again. The sinister laughter echoed throughout the corridors as the voice repeated the same poem in a few moments, only driving more humiliation to those souls bound here.

Along the path, sounds of crashing stone thundered. Souls buried up to their neck in a rock on the floor of many massive rooms. In seconds their screams echoed loud as the ceiling gave way to an enormous block of stone crushing down, squishing their head like a grape. The floor covered in a pinkish, crimson mush. Just as quickly as it happened, the people restored, the stone vanished, and the incident occurred again. Vega could not bear the crushing stone’s sickening sound, and the unforgettable splatter of the head smashed to mush.

Snaking her way through passages, she finally located the portal after a few passages. The entry led her to an evil place of unimaginable horror. A sky hung overhead, looking down on the land of bewildering terror. Grassy pinkish surfaces as far as the eye could see with repulsive rivers of some multicolored slime, pink grassy mounds dotted with orbs, and strange shapes littering the air. Along the way, souls attacked by a strange glowing mist. Consumed by this uncanny mist, the meat and organs melted from their bones like wax over a hot flame. Hardly a skeleton remained.

It took her a little while to make her way through the malicious land. Gruesome scenes of unspoken torments met her every so often. Rotten bodies hung from trees, looking like mummified dolls. Their stomach ripped out. Strange little creatures nestled in the gaping hole where the belly would have been. Other souls chased by outlandish fluffy little half chicken-half cat horrors, their fur infested continuously with worms. Every time one of the creatures got close to a soul. The victim was covered in worms seeping into their flesh-devouring them from within like a hand slipping through the water. Vega registered the horror watching the souls desperately trying to flee from the creatures. Covered in ants, the victims swat at themselves, trying to knock off all the worms who seeped through their flesh with great haste. Impervious to destruction or pain, the worms fed on the victim within by the thousands, profusely pulsing a pernicious prelude of pain and suffering beyond degree.

Soon Vega discovered the city of the champion making her way inside, cutting down any monsters in her path before she darted for the palace advancing inside.

Half-eaten demon babies hung from canopies in the corridors, their guts draped like crimson ribbons. Strange bugs resembling cockroaches infested the grassy