It is a fine line I have to walk, between making him a cartoon and grossing everyone out. Thank you for your kind words!Janetfl : OMG I just love your Khivar he is just so totally evil it's pure brilliance!!
I think this one just kind’a dropped into his lap! I’m pretty sure this happens a lot when people in power think they can do anything they want and get away with it.ken_r : like a jackal waiting patiently for the leader to finish his feed. the General will accept what drops from the table.
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Now on to more pleasant circumstances . . .
Welcome readers! Enjoy your tour of Kavar's digs.
21 - Crystal Palace
Never was there a more beautiful sight.
Khivar had the ornate Crystal Palace built just a few cycles after he valiantly liberated the galaxy from the disgraceful mismanagement administered by the insipid upstart who inherited the throne when King Zander III died.
Chaos had ruled until HE stepped in to save the day. He was never so glad to be rid of anyone in his entire life. Sucking up to his clueless predecessor had been traumatic indeed. And he felt like he’d been doing it forever.
One had only to glance briefly through his glorious Empire to see the immeasurable benefits Khivar brought to his minions.
And you could see his Empire’s glorious landscape for hundreds of plethron from the many convenient balconies on the posh upper floors of the awesome wonder built into one side near the top of the mountain. You could even manage a glimpse of The Wabe Nature Preserve from here if the light was just right and you squinted hard enough.
Serena had perfected a radical new process to combine various local raw materials to generate a diamond-hardened glass that made up the entire palace exterior. It was transparent enough to let a small amount of light through the thickness, but opaque enough to preserve privacy and safety. The material reflected the glorious colors surrounding it and the effect could be seen long distances away during the day as it picked up the ruby glow of their giant sun and the various yellows, greens and blues that complemented the landscape.
Built on the site of the former lackluster palace, this beauty shone with radiance both day and night. The red sun never ceases to bestow this glory during the day, reflecting all the colors of the landscape.
And he’d had high-intensity spotlights installed to light up the entire exterior to produce an even more pleasing cobalt nocturnal result. It didn’t hurt security aspects, either.
Let his miserable enemies huddle together in their dank burrows beneath the rock. Crystal Palace is a mighty fortress that will stand the tests of time.
Everything about his residence was first-class. The lavish fountains, the many beautiful hanging prism light emitters and expansive gleaming marble foyers greeted the visitor, while the exquisite brocade tapestries hanging on the walls told the awesome history of the empire. He’d had slaves working non-stop to produce the beautiful works of art as soon as his P. R. Department finished the tale. (One can never have enough good “spin” and his public relations needed a major overhaul after the massacres.)
After all, it is the winners who write the history transcripts. And they had all needed copious revisions.
There was a separate entrance at the rear of the castle for those participating in Court. It was just as lavish, but was built even larger to accommodate the high influx of visitors who came to see and take part in the proceedings. The only flaw was a mysterious emerald stain that marred some of the stone remaining from the original palace located here. Visitors thought it must be some kind of “inside joke” because Officers on their way to Court were often seen to joke together and laugh as they trod over the lime-colored stain.
There were massive conference rooms where Khivar could meet with the local Governors and Warlords in private.
Then, there was the vast opulent “Chamber of Resolutions” where he laid down his decrees and decided the fates of millions. The dais sported an imposing royal purple velvet-lined, jewel-encrusted throne to rest his Imperial behind.
It was a heady thing, being such a powerful man. Khivar reveled in the excesses this authority gave him. The lemming that he overthrew would have never appreciated the type of power that Khivar wields every day.
Only one such as he deserves such a magnificent abode.