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Twig struggled pushing himself up from the ground, his crotch hurt. He groaned wondering how long he had been out. The room was the same, the candles still burned in the same places. Nothing seemed to be disturbed since he blacked out. The room unnerved him, and he wanted to get even with the girl. He scowled toward the door. He limped towards it leaning on his walking stick. A drawn out deep creaking noise echoed in the hall as the large oak door opened slowly. Twig leaned his head out the door checking down each direction, nothing. It was quiet beside the sound of softly burning candles and the occasional distant footsteps. Seeing no threat he decided to emerge out into the hall. He stood weakly determining his next move. Twig felt a sharp pain in his mind, like something was trying to emerge from the inside. He lifted a hand to his head rubbing it gently. A tingle, he could feel the creatures scampering nervously throughout his body. So many different creatures living inside of him, he could feel their thoughts. Suddenly he was overwhelmed, he cringed curling over, coughing violently at the floor. He fell backwards sliding down the cold stonewall. Insects of all different kinds poured from his mouth upon the floor scuttling away scared and confused. Twig cradled his head in his arms, he felt so cold.

A voice came down on him making him jump, “So you’re the guardian?” As Twig jumped he herd a female voice giggle at him. “Not very aware are you?” He raised his head still sitting against the wall he spoke with an involuntary hiss. “You will learn to fear me…” He lifted his hood a little looking over the girl. She wasn’t tall, not too short either. Her ears were tall and pointed and her smile was unnaturally cheerful. She sent a shiver down his spine. Her clothes were torn and black as the night and she carried a large book, it smelled of human flesh. Her skin was the palest of white, yet her cheeks showed a healthy pudge. She raised an eyebrow, “Fear… You? That’s funny, you aren’t very smart either.” Twig stood up quickly losing patience with the girl, swaying towards her threateningly. Large insect-like mandibles emerged from underneath his hood as he held out his hand about to sink them into her neck. She did not resist as the mandibles pierced her skin, sucking the fluids from her body. The fluids were unnatural he coughed as the mandibles retracted. They tasted like poison. She pushed him off with a single finger, smiling at him devilishly. As she lifted her finger from his chest his skin began to bloat into a cyst. He screamed falling backwards. The cyst stopped growing pulsing beneath his cloak. She giggled again holding up a hand, Twig’s eyes widened. She snapped as his cyst exploded blowing a large hole in his cloak.

Twig fell to his knees as vermin poured from the hole. She made a disgusted face stepping back, “Eww… A hive mind… How do all those tiny thoughts feel all mixed together in your head?” Twig gasped in pain, he was feeling the pain of thousands of creatures. She ran a finger across his cheek, “All those little bugs… You must be a vermin lord, not a very easy practice. But none the less an interesting one.” Twig pushed himself away from her grasping his chest holding his cloak together. “I’ll… I’ll kill you, leave me alone!” She laughed throwing her head backwards. She brought her head back up smiling at him. “I am a scientist of death, it is my play thing. You would never even begin to know how to kill me.” Twig lifted his hand from the cloak, the pain had numbed. He looked down to see that his cloak had been repaired. The fabric was stitched with the thread of many insects. He looked up at her, “You’re a ******** necromancer… Disgusting science.” She narrowed her eyes at him, shooting a cold stare between them. “My study is respected only by those who could understand it. Those who can enjoy the… Pleasures of the undead.” Twig lifted himself up swiping stray insects from his cloak, “So you’re not just a ********, you are also screwing your own creations. That’s disgusting as it gets, they’re ******** dead!” She smiled running a finger across his throat. “Sex is something that should be experimented with, pleasure is paramount in this world. You look like an interesting specimen for the act…” He sneered at her. She disgusted him like nothing else. “Why are you here? This is a monastery of law, go back and worship your demon prince of the undead in his pits.” She returned the sneer at him, offended by his comment. “I would never worship that brute of the abyss, he may rule over the undead but he does not rule over me. I am here as an emissary, the cultists are assembling a group to accompany Asmodeus’ spawn.” Twig coughed leaning against the wall again.

He was going to have to travel with this desecrating witch. “Well you missed him… He escaped I’d wager the devil girl is with him… Little b***h that she is.” She smiled, “Ah, I was told he was being arranged with a young fire bug. Have they experienced the pleasure of penetration yet?” Twig gave her a look of disgust walking past her and down the dimly lit hall. “I don’t know… And I don’t care, it’s none of my business.” She scuttled up next to him looking him over. “Well I’m sure it won’t be long if they haven’t. Fiends are horny little things… And what about you handsome? How long has it been since you have felt the touch of a woman?” He walked a bit faster mumbling quietly. “I… I’ve never been with a woman.” She gasped catching up with him, “That’s ridiculous!” Twig and the girl reached the door that first brought him into this god-forsaken place. He leaned up against the wall next to the door crossing his arms. “We’ll wait here for them, it won’t be long. I can… Feel Jareth’s thoughts… He’s close.” The girl frowned crossing her arms more aggressively than Twig. “I hate waiting… One more thing, what is your name handsome?” He looked to the stone floor, “My name is Twig. Or at least, that’s the name I was given.” She laughed, “Strange name… But still, I’m Kd.” Twig looked at her raising an eyebrow. “K… D? What does that stand for?” She walked forward smiling and running a finger down the center of his cloak. “Kaos… And decadence.” Twig shuffled his feet adjusting his cloak awkwardly. This girl was insane.

The fire burnt out leaving nothing but darkness in the lounge. Still they clung to each other the darkness did not phase them. A quick sound of snapping and the room was lit, the announcer at the judgment stood in front of them. He smiled, “ It’s time to go. You have many things to do, so little time to spare.” Jareth raised his head from her arms standing up and nodding. The man put a hand on his shoulder, “Good, we must go meet your new traveling partner… It seems your guardian has already gotten acquainted.” The man walked past the chairs deep in thought. Jareth turned back helping up Ariel as they both disappear into the dark corridor behind the man.

They all emerged in the main hall. Twig still leaned against the wall beside the entrance door. The new girl stood over him trying to come onto him with subtle motions, but all her advances were obviously being denied. Jareth raised an eyebrow, another scary looking figure. How were they going to be able to go into public looking like a traveling circus?

Kd’s attention was drawn away from Twig when Jareth emerged from the corridor. “My lord! How are you this fine day?” She walked up to him curtsying her tattered black dress. “I… I am well, and who might you be?” The girl smiled her pale cheeks lit up with pride. “I am a scientist of death, an emissary of the dark planes, an artist of the deceased… You may call me a necromancer.” Jareth smiled, he had read a bit into necromancy. Although it was not a well-respected practice it was still a very powerful one. “What is your name my lady necromancer?” The girl arose from her curtsy smiling softly, “I was given no name at birth, I am simply called Kd.” Jareth stroked his chin for a moment, “I see… Well then it is nice to make your acquaintance Kd.” She nodded. The man from the judgment stepped forward, “Now that we have gotten past introductions, there is much to be done.” He looked down at Jareth, “There is a small town not far from here, Lepus.” Jareth nodded, “And what, pray tell, do I need to go to this town for?” The man smiled, “It is a town of lust, it is nicknamed ‘The Harem’ by its’ inhabitants. In this place now resides a woman, Besmal. She is directly connected with the demon Graz’zt. You must gain as much information about her master as possible, through any means necessary. Once you have gained the knowledge you require, you all are required to raze the entire town and kill all it’s inhabitants.” Ariel twitched making a high-pitched squeak, “Burn!” Jareth turned around eyeing her, “I suppose we can do this thing… What do my companions say?” Twig groaned still soar, “I’m in if you are…” Kd flipped through her book stopping abruptly at a page. “I can take a few of the stray bodies right? I mean… Who’s going to need them anyway?” Ariel twitched again smiling, “Raze… Burn!” Jareth smiled at his colorful group, “With that… I am off to seduce a seductress, destroy a city, and start a war… It will be a good next few days.” Jareth tapped the entrance doors with his staff as the flung open letting in a gray afternoon sky. Jareth had let go of his love for sunlight. He finally accepted that there would be no more in his presence.

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