Dante was off as soon as possible. He took the horse that he commonly rode, and shot into the hills before Malechai or his daughter could say otherwise. But they did catch up to him, however, on steeds of their own. The three rode silently and hard, making haste to the capitol of Jonden. Jareth in the meantime was delighting himself with the city's carnage. The Order spread through the streets, killing randomly and mercilessly as they neared the castle gates. Zephiel and Jareth cracked the walls in, and the Order followed their leaders into the main hall of Jonden's mighty castle. Loyal knights and pages attacked, but were cut down in seconds. Once again they were not using their weapons--only their bare hands. When the vampires reached the Throneroom, there was a large battalion of knights packing the hallway. They were decimated before they could even mount an attack. They slaughtered their way to the king's throne, and Jareth pulled the frail man down from it, tossing him to the floor. He ripped the crown from the man's brow and wore it himself, smiling evilly. "Hello, King Harold, son of Johnathan." Jareth hissed. "Welcome to my new castle!"
Jareth Black · Tue Jul 19, 2005 @ 06:02pm · 1 Comments |