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Dante, The woman and Malechai bursted into the castle, finding the path easily through cleaved corpses. "Jareth!!!" Dante screamed, feeling his rage build. They rode steadily into the throne room itself, hooves echoing off of the high walls. Jareth sat with the crown tilted on his disheveled hair, one leg crossed. He sat at the tall throne like a rogue that didn't belong; his chin in his hand, propped up lazily against the arm of the mighty golden chair. King Harold sat curled in a far corner, shaking violently. "What have you done!?" Dante yelled to his father, dismounting. Behind him, his two companions did the same. Jareth smiled, looking around the large hall. "I like this castle, always have. 'Had my eye on it since it was constructed, and I've finally found my chance to grasp it, along with everything else, in my hands." "You are a madman!" Dante shouted, "Every human nation in the world will have news of this in a night's time! Jonden, the mightiest capitol on the planet, has fallen to a band of twenty!" He gesticulated wide, and said "They will all come to fight, and you will have nowhere to run." he finished, scowling. "My son, that is my plan. All ready I have turned this fragile king into one of us. The human race will be hunted down by my ever-growing army of nosferatu, this is just the start of a new age--led by ME! The--" Dante had stepped up to his height, slapping his father across the face with all of his strength. "You have lost your mind..." he said. "What will we feed on with all of the humans gone?" he asked viciously, his deep blue eyes burning with a seething hatred. "Me." Jareth said, grinning wide. "I will feed on the weaker of us, I can filter blood within myself, and I will feed the rest of the vampire. With their deaths at my disposal, they will have no choice but to bow down me-- to the Father of Vampires!!" He let loose a horrendous shrieklike fit of laughter, only adding fuel to Dante's rage.
Jareth Black · Thu Aug 18, 2005 @ 10:57am · 2 Comments |
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