I was growing tired of it. All these years, no matter how hard I tried and fought, He-Man and his master's of the universe pushed me back. I had began to lose hope. I wanted Grayskull for my own! I wanted to rule Eternia! It was mine to take, but I kept facing defeat from a fool in a loincloth! What gave him the right to keep this from me!? I had forces searching Eternia for any means to defeat him. I knew that if I could only end him, Eternia would be mine.
Some days after my last failed attack, a storm broke out. A storm that seemed to only surround my Snake Mountain. Lightning struck my lair several times. I started to think I was under attack from some supernatural force. As it turned out, I was right, but at the same time, not. I walked out into the storm to beckon my attackers to show themselves and the storm suddenly stopped with one last strike of lightning at my feet. I lept backwards, thinking it was meant to harm, but no. The burst left behind a large coffer. It was adorned with the same symbol He-Man wears on his chest. Could he have sent me a trap? I had never known the forces of good to strike through traps or sorcery, so after a brief investigation, I picked up the coffer and carried it inside. I was alone at Snake Mountain. All of my forces were scattered throughout the kingdom, and I had wished to be left alone to brood. I carried the coffer to my throne room. Should there be repercussions under the lid, at least I would be discovered and perhaps avenged. Likely, Evil Lyn would burn my corpse and take my throne, but I was not in a mood to dwell on possible betrayal. I wasn't surprised to find the coffer unlocked. It would have been counterproductive to send even a trap with no key. With my current mindset, I did not hesitate in opening the chest. Perhaps a quick demise would efficiently release me from my misery. I was momentarily shocked to see that it's contents held no malice. Only a collection of what appeared to be junk. Had someone, perhaps, tossed their old belongings into a passing storm that somehow found it's way to my doorstep? As silly as it sounded, I had grown a mood that did not allow for rational thought, it would seem.
I began pulling items from the box. A small, decorative vile of some red liquid. Poison, perhaps? An hourglass, adorned with some odd inscriptions of a language I did not know. A fairly thick, yet somewhat tattered cloak, and a variety of some fairly nasty looking spikes. The last item the coffer held was quite remarkable. A mirror adorned with similar inscriptions as the hourglass. The amazing thing was, as I pulled it from the chest, it seemed to grow four times the height of the coffer itself. I placed the mirror against the wall. The first thing I noticed was the lack of my reflection looking back at me. I could see my throne room, though something was different about it I could not quite put my finger on. I stared at this confusing object for quite some time, but when I started to lose interest and look away, someone appeared before me. He-Man looked back at me from the reflection, but his skin was black as night and his hair a fiery red. It appeared he was trying to say something but his image moved so quickly and the words were gone in seconds. He was gone. Moments later he reimmerged holding an hourglass. I picked up the one from the coffer as he motioned for me to turn it over. His image slowed.
I could hear him clearly as he went on to explain that he was not the guardian of this Grayskull, but of another world that mirrored my own. A dark reflection, as it were. He spoke to me of an accord that he claimed would benefit both of our causes. I couldn't help but wonder what he knew of my plight, but did not take the time to ask as I was more interested in his solution. I thought this was, perhaps, a trick, but I could see, somehow, that he spoke in earnest. He told me 'Evil knows evil'. I could not help but agree. His gaze did match my own, though with more flesh upon his skull. He proceeded to tell me of the vile he had sent. It was, apparently, capable of producing a doorway between my world and his. If I could send this worlds He-Man through to his, it would simultaneously weaken my Grayskull, while strengthening his own. This would make him more powerful and his light hearted twin weaker. He explained that with him separated from his power source, it would drain his power along with Grayskull itself, as the link between them would be stretched, though not to a point it would break. Grayskulls protection over Eternia, along with its guardian would fall, and I would rise. He told me that, with his power increased, he could finally lay to rest those that would oppose him. Furthermore, he told me he would not kill his duplicate, at first, only weaken him. Time on our respective worlds moved at a different pace, so when he would choose to lay He-Man to rest, I would have long since taken control of this world. With him dead, the link would break, and Grayskull would once more elect a champion. One that I would have the power to destroy with control of the kingdom. I had to admit, his plan did seem strong. The last thing he told me, before he walked out of the image, was to keep the hourglass safe. It would take one week for the cycle to complete and when the last grain fell, the hourglass would disintegrate. This would keep both of our worlds moving through time at the same speed, so I had to get He-Man through by then. I must spill the elixer across the threshold of Grayskull. One person passes through. One trip, and the elixer is spent.
I had to work quickly. Within a day, I had devised a plan. Elegant, I thought, in its simplicity. I would have a horde of some of my more disposable minions attack a fairly worthless village. One that cannot well defend itself. One that has little to no purpose in my grand scheme. One that would call for help. He-man would be outraged at the murder of such innocent people, that he would, doubtlessly, go himself to aid in this senseless act of violence. In the meantime, I, with the help of Evil Lyn, and some of my other sorcerers, would set up a beautiful facade. An illusion would be waiting for him when he returned to Grayskull. He would see me running his precious king through right in front of the gate. As he would see me running towards the gate, I would, in fact, be spilling the elixer across the threshold. As he chased my illusion through the gate, he would be gone. I have to say that I was honestly very surprised that it played out perfectly. He was gone. Gone!
I could feel Grayskulls grip on this world weaken. Eternia would be mine. Though seeing my hated foe vanish left me as giddy as a child, I remained somewhat apprehensive. Was this too good to be true? Was he really gone? Perhaps I should wait a week or so before beginning my onslaught. That being said, Maybe it would be best to strike while the iron is hot. I had no way of knowing when or if he would return. The hourglass had faded away. I made a decision. I would strike, full force, on the capital. Strike more relentlessly than ever. Within the week, I gathered my hordes and minions. My generals and sorcerers. The most merciless band in Eternia. We struck. Reeling from the 'desertion' of their guardian, they were caught off guard. Many fled, many died, many were captured and enslaved. Cities burned, blood spilled, the women and children screamed for mercy while cursing Grayskull and it's hero who left them to die. It was beautiful! Before the seasons changed once more, Eternia was mine. I forged myself my own royal armor. Adorned it with the spikes sent from the other world, along with the tattered cloak. A king such as I needed not a crown, but adornment that reminded the people to fear me. A shiny hat would not accomplish this. This was my Eternia. Skeletors Eternia. Forsaken by it's protector and left in my charge.
For over six years now, I have held the throne. Those whom opposed me knew better than to try to regain it. There was a rebellion, but I had never seen evidence of it being more than a rogue group who could be easily slain should they put forth more effort. Of late, there has been a stirring among the people. I have felt the power of Grayskull begin to bleed back through the land. I can only assume that He-Man has finally fell and Grayskull seeks a new beacon. My forces have become so strong, I have no fear. Nobody has the power to take me from my throne. No new charge of Grayskull would even begin to know how to compete with how strong I have become. Let them try. Let them come. This is MY Eternia! MINE!!
Let them come...

This was primarily made from a figma archetype. I used a variety of fodder from McFarlaine, assassins creed, MOTU and neca. The skull was from a predator figures accessories. I sculpted a bit to make it more menacing and articulated the jaw. I've had these guys in my list for quite some time, and this contest provided me a good excuse to get them done, while adding a bit more uniqueness to their look. Thanks for checking him out, folks.