[Story] Maleficant
A good friday
Founded upon the pair (1,2) of the two previous articles, extended beyond the limit of their meaning. According to haunt by neffex and Afterlife by citizen soldier
Shooting stars arranged themselves in a graceful arc formation, slowly moving around the castle. The castle was black, and mostly broken, suffused with the cracked green egg and its tendrils digging into the foundation and walls. The eggshell was rather moist.
A giant smile spread within a smooth black dragon's snout, turning towards the six'o'clock of the Stars only he was looking at. “WONDERFUL dinner. Scrumptious. Diddly dimmy dagsheer dummies choosing to enter my feeding grounds again. Lovely.” The head tipped, flopping horns, like a dog's ears. “It's a wonder they are endured, but it merely lets us feast. Every spirit of a hinder Is a zpirit lf a kinder, peerer set loose hearse” Above the castle a shimmering tealgreen portal into Death appeared, and giant spiky constructs fell out, deathly and like boxy, segmented malformed crabs trying to function as hands. The dragon's back arched up, its wings arching up following, and its smooth glistening hands swiped to break them into pieces. They scattered and the dragon erupted into imagination: a squalling; fat child begging for another toy despite the upper middle class surroundings. These crab hands were his entire contribution to the Kingdom.
The dragon's perspective returned to the castle, its body forming together. “Nother bit of scum for the scum suckers.” Electricity
arced into the hands, causing them to shake to life, and arced back toward the midpoint from the thick egg whence it came to penetrate downwards and open a portal into the underworld.
Green fire spouted from the edges, and rocky flesh heaved in the illuminated cylinder. An oversized boychild moved through the tube of glittering fire, much alike the boy who had spawned the robot hands but much bigger. The hands swung down around his mouth and clenched, a low frustrated noise sounding as strands connected from the glowing fire to form tendons, muscles and bones. As they grew in diameter a hard robotic carapace formed around the arms, and kinks were broken in the hands and they were enhanced. All traces of sound were removed by the strengthening robotic extension building poles beneath, and the child gradually slid down in intense frustration. It had never come before, and nothing it wanted to say when it did was heard as it disappeared in glimmering hellfire.
It swirled still further into hellfire, and as it did the colors lost their curious appeal. It had but a glimpse of what lay beyond the portal, and as it left it his childhood ended for good. He changed as the hellish constructs around him grew faces and other parts, and as the second fist formed and simultaneously thrusted it occurred to him this rather resembled an earth comic book.
^^^ back above the underworld, the Dragon slurped up the liquids the underworld tube had left behind. It too Left behind several creatures that began to transform: their eyes grew, a rhythm came to the shape of their wings and clawed arms, and they burbled song. “Son of Darkness peon of light, let us feast too tonight!” The dragon swiped them into the Shadows. “VERY disrespectful!”
The dragon craned its neck around. “Another unsuccessful assault upon the Kingdom. The wizard will be pleased. Fetch me heroes, slime!” Several winged and crawling inhabitants of the castle came out of nooks and crannies of the broken surroundings to hear its request. “Sire, heroes are in almost infinitely small supply in this age. They are not deserving to learn how to see your beautiful scales, or to hear the billowing cry of your insults.” The dragon bent its head down. “You, too, doubt me? In the surroundings of all this treasure? This fleshy egg that spewed me forth prematurely, the tantalizing colors in the dome of the sky? So slippery and foreign, as a human hears and sees in dreams. I can uncloth a soul from all weakness, even if it is too weak to remember it. I can spawn conditions for the exact combatants against me, against all wills!”
The Dragon's head expanded into the sky, looking over the aesthetics of the Earth through time and space as humans traveled through being bent by artistic influence. Seeing the pleasing designs that had been made of them, it Summoned them together for an audience.
“I can hardly believe that the wizard worked with you” said the dragon to the figure, and in the eyes of the Dragon it had no coherent form. “Brick by brick, building the Kingdom of Hearts as you desperately tore it from your bodies. Seeking every madness and self-death for the sake of a few more dollars and a few more points to have access to an adult woman, always hearing the wizard screaming in your ear (for that is what you hear, a scream. Not a whisperer) to honor what he has done for you in some way. So few heeded, the honored few who have the right to build the kingdom”
It blew the figure away with a wave of its wings. “That is over now. The wizard's war has begun, and the veil has been torn from your eyes” it looked then towards the Storm of Worlds upon the Earth, building out of the dreams of good children and bad. What the bad had must be taken, and what the good had must be turned into wishes.
With the movement of its soul the Dragon broke into the Worldstorm, lifting its head up as Maleficant. As difficult as it was for the people of the figure to imagined him on the outside, on the inside it was unthinkable except to himself. So far. It moved its arms and shoulders within, and across the expanse of SpaceTime tendrils began to suck in.
Glittering slimy black, the tendrils pulled children out of spacetime, more and more rapidly, eventually pulling by the millions. The dragon moved into the storm, carefully so the passage would happen just right, and became Maleficant as it went. With sounds like cute missiles they impacted the bulk of his body, disappearing inside. He swelled up somewhat, then shrunk down as they Emanated.
Children had been taken out of childhoods current and in the past, even from the childhoods of his enemies, joining the eyes of individual worlds in a timeless sleep. As they were gripped by their own Clownworld, the adults were betrayed by their child selves, and the adults became swamped in the meaning of the many betrayals they had made especially since the 20th century. Including the ones made in that time span to the Creator unknown to many around the castle.
The figure was back within the Worldstorm, and Maleficant's eyes grew green. A red fire swirled from his maw, stretching down as it swirled and slid into the air. Suspended in alien clouds, the figure's face broke open as it no longer appeared to be an art mannequin. “Finally, completely exited. I really hated you, you know.” Maleficant's fire engulfed the figure as it surged forth hearing his last line.
rehear
The Kingdom's limits broke upon the sky of the earth, and candy lined up for arrival.