An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer
Quaraun did not look up when the entire royal family and all their
guards and most of their servants showed up at his shop.
"The Gnome, brought you here? I shouldn't have expected anything
less of Mother's most loyal servant."
"Don't you dare talk about your mother in that tone of voice,"
his father said.
"I wish you'd died instead of her. She didn't treat me like
shit, like you do."
"How dare you! You insolent brat!"
The old Elf lunged forward to strike his son, but Quaraun stood up
and glared at him, looking every bit like he intended to fight back.
His father was so startled to see Quaraun react that he stopped dead
in his tracks and didn't get any closer to Quaraun.
"Quaraun," the king got between his brother and nephew.
"Come back to the palace. Your soul is damaged. We can find
healers to repair it."
"No. I have work to do." Quaraun strolled across the room
and began pulling materials off shelves. "I have clients waiting
for orders to be filled. These things are not going to get made on
"Quaraun, you are royalty, you should not be working like a
"I like working like a commoner. I have more in common with
commoners then I do any of you."
"I don't want to talk to you. Any of you. I don't want to see
you. I wish you would all drop dead."
There was a dead silence from the Elves. For Quaraun to wish someone
dead was a very bad thing.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Quaraun spun around and shoved the king away from him.
Both Elves backed away. Quaraun had never raised his voice to either
of them before. He'd never raised his voice to anyone. He'd never
laid his hands on anyone before either, let alone the king. Quaraun
was a coward. Everyone knew this. It was easy for people to hit him,
tease him, bully him, and push him around, because he never stood up
for himself. He always cowered on the floor and took what ever
beating anyone gave him. He was timid, weak, and scared and no one
had ever expected him to defend himself against anyone.
"Quaraun," his father said more calmly them before. "Come
back to the palace with us and we'll find a way to help you."
"Help? There is nothing wrong with me that killing the two of
you won't cure."
The king and Quaraun's father began arguing, periodically both
yelling at Quaraun, but he did not listen to their words. He went
back to sewing pink tourmaline beads on the pink silk heart in his
hands. Quaraun only stopped what he was doing to listen when he heard
one of them mention BoomFuzzy's name. The king was ordering his
guards to go to BoomFuzzy's candy shop and bring the offending
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"He is not there," Quaraun said, as he set the beaded heart
on his lap.
"Where is he?" Quaraun's father demand.
"We will send the guards to find him then."
"You will not find him. You will never find him."
"Where is BoomFuzzy?"
"Dead?" the old Elf looked viably shocked and worried.
Threats to kill BoomFuzzy had long been the only control he'd had
over Quaraun. As much as he threatened to kill the candy maker, he
needed the candy maker alive in order to intimidate his son into
obedience. BoomFuzzy being dead changed things.
"No! He can't be dead," the king said quietly.”That's
very bad. Oh poor Quaraun.”
While his father was upset at the lose of a way to control his son
with threats about BoomFuzzy, the king was more upset over the
dangers of the broken soul bond. While BoomFuzzy was alive the bond
could be repaired, undone and severed slowly without too much damage,
but with BoomFuzzy dead, the bond was already broken, Quaraun would
likely pine away from grief. Either that or become very bitter and
very violently dangerous. He could also see that it was clear Quaraun
blamed them for BoomFuzzy's death.
"Quaraun," the king said soothingly. "We did nothing
to him. How is it he is dead?"
"BoomFuzzy is dead. The bond is broken. You can both be happy
now, but I never will be again."
"Are you certain he is dead?"
"Oh, yes. He was my bonded mate and you convinced him that I
betrayed him. He was overcome with grief and he killed himself. I
loved him. The bond has broken and I hate you."
"Do you have any idea what you have done?” Quaraun's father
was yelling at him again. “That ritual is forbidden. You've torn
your soul in half. You've ripped your mind apart. Without your bonded
mate, you'll be driven mad with sorrow and grief. You'll go insane."
"People say I already am insane."
"There are rare instances," the King said. "Where an
Elf can heal from a broken bond and rebind with another. It is almost
unheard of, but it has been done. You can bond again."
"I will not bond with another. I loved BoomFuzzy. I will never
bond with another."
"Quaraun, stop talking nonsense. You're young. You were too
young to bond with anyone yet. The bond will not have been that
strong, you'll heal and bond again. BoomFuzzy wasn't right for you."
"BoomFuzzy was perfect for me."
"You have a wife now."
"SHE'S NOT MY WIFE! MARRIAGE BY RAPE IS NOT MARRIAGE!"
"You will have children with her."
"I will never willingly touch her."
The old Elf grabbed his son's arm and shook him.
"You insolent brat..."
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
"Quaraun, you are returning to the palace, with BoomFuzzy out of
the way, you can focus on your wife and children."
"I have no wife or children. I never will."
"You have a wife and you'll have children with her wither you
want to or not. We'll see to that."
"Oh I don't doubt you'll do just that, you already held me down
for her to rape me once, HERE'S NO REASON TO THINK YOU WON'T DO IT
"You belong at the palace with your family."
"You are not my family. My mother was my family. BoomFuzzy was
my family. My family is dead. You killed them both. I'll go no where
There was a sadness around him, in his face, in his expression, in
his heart. For days Quaraun sat and said nothing.
Only stared at the wall.
The others worried.
But none dare get near him.
They knew what they had done.
This time, they had gone too far.
What started as a prank.
It cost the old chef his life. He was too old. Too sad. Too weak. Too
sick. The sadness had overwhelmed him, that, alone with the pain from
his festering wound, so badly infected and not healing at all.
The timing had been bad, very bad. He simply could not take it any
He had enduring it for months, saying nothing. But through it all,
there had been joy.
The warm embrace and the gentle kiss of a devoted young lover. But
the lover had left. He didn't know why. Like so m
any other lovers
before, gone, he thought forever.
It was with a heavy heart that the candy chef shut down his shop and
retreated into the back room, to sit for many long hours, waiting,
hoping, for his lover's return.
But then came the news. That terrible, horrible news. Married to
another, and so soon after leaving. His heart couldn't take it, the
lose of yet another love. He had thought this one was different, this
love was true. It was with a broken heart that he drank the poison,
his soul slipping away into oblivion, welcoming the cold embrace of
death, to sooth his troubled mind and wipe away at last the pain and
Through the blurred eyes of death, he saw a final vision. His lover,
come back, returned. With tears in his eyes and anguish in his heart,
he embraced his dying love.
The marriage had been a sham, a lie, a prank play on them both by the
others. There had never been another and now it was too late.
The old candy maker lay dead in his arms, and no one dared speak. For
they knew what they had done.
This prank had gone too far.
Quaraun wandered around the village in a daze.
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Looking at no one.
Talking to no one.
Seeing no one.
The others were grateful that he was an outcast Elf and they were not
feeling with him, his sadness through the hive mind bond.
No one dared tease him now.
Children ran from his sight.
No one said anything.
No one dared touch him.
They shivered and waited in terror for him to do something, anything.
The pink robed wizard, was quiet and sullen. More quiet and more
sullen then he had ever been before.
For days he sat and said nothing. No one knew what to do. No one had
ever seen him like this. Shut down and alone. So very alone. The look
in his eyes, there was was nothing there any more...
BoomFuzzy was dead.
Nothing but emptiness, pain, and sorrow remained.
binding ritual was a sacred thing and also a dangerous thing. In
times of old all Elves did it with their mates, but that was in the
days when Elves ruled the world and were plentiful. Elves were rare
now. The Elves were fast in danger of extinction and had become so
rare, that Humans no longer identified the separate races of Elves,
not even realizing there were separate races.
lived in small close knit communities, with every Elf in the tribe or
clan, being psychically connected. Each Elf knowing the joys and
sorrows of the other. Each Elf able to comfort in unison any Elf that
is hurt or sad. Each Elf able to send happy thoughts to the minds of
each Elf in the unit. Elves lived in peace and harmony through their
hive mind. The hive mind was why Elves had no need to show emotions.
They could feel each others emotions the instant they were felt in
one Elf. Elves thrives on this connection they had with one another
and without it, an Elf cut off from the link often became deeply
depressed from the lose of their connection to their kin. To be cut
off from the hive mind and cast out of the connection to his kin, was
the worst punishment there was for an Elf. It was an act so server, a
punishment so harsh, that it was rarely done. Cutting the psychic
binds of the hive mind was a punishment worse then death for an Elf.
They were communal creatures in desperate need of each other for
Quaraun, he'd been cut off and cast out of the hive mind.
from his people, unloved, unaccepted, unwanted,
had sunk to lonely depths of depression.
the hive connection to the community was strong, the soul bond
connection to a soul mate was stronger. When two Elves fell in love,
they preformed a ritual, cutting their souls in two and exchanging
them, so that each Elf had with-in them half of the other's soul. The
soul binding connection was stronger and deeper then the hive mind,
with the couple knowing each other's thoughts as well as emotions.
were many dangers to the ritual, however. Should one of the pair die,
it left the other with it's soul literally torn into two pieces,
while half of a dead soul swallowed itself becoming a dark empty
nothingness within them. Because the emotions of a broken soul bond
are so overpowering, the surviving Elf will also be cut off from the
hive mind in the community's attempt to save the community from being
sucked into the black void that now exists where half a soul should
be. Elves who survive a broken soul bond, rarely recover, often going
mad, becoming deranged lunatics, eventually taking their own life
just to end their suffering.
worse horror came when soul bound Elves, in an attempt to repair
their broken souls, used Necromancy to find their dead lovers and ask
for the lost half of their soul to be returned. It was only than that
a dark horror was discovered. A soul bound Elf could take pieces of
their soul and trap them in a bottle, then kill themselves and remain
alive through undeath forever. Thus the Lich making ritual was
discovered. Elves mad from broken soul bonds, took up Necromancy to
ease their suffering, and soon Liches walked the land. Humans, not
understanding what a Lich was or how they came to be made, sought to
perfect the Lich spell so that any race, not just Elves could cut up
their soul and live forever.
the soul bound Elves sought Lichdom as a relief from their pain and
suffering, a way to finally rest in peace, the Humans saw it as a way
to achieve eternal life, in turn thinking that with such eternal
life, they could amass wealth and power. Thus the Lich making ritual,
once a way to allow a suffering Elf to find a peaceful death, became
corrupted and twisted by men and turned into a horrific ritual that
created the evillest monsters ever dreamed of.
the soul binding ritual came to be forbidden. The madness that came
with a broken connection was so great a risk, that the soul binding
ritual became outlawed.
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was an out cast Elf. His people had cut the psychic connection,
leaving the poor frighted Elf empty and alone. In his desperation to
feel a connection to anything, the young Moon Elf had bound his soul
to BoomFuzzy's. For 30 years every pain, angry, joy, happiness,
sorrow, and suffering that BoomFuzzy had felt, Quaraun had felt with
him. When the Moon Elves kidnapped Quaraun, locked him in a tower
and then sent news that he had married, he had felt every pain,
sorrow, hate, and betrayal that BoomFuzzy had felt, in the weeks
following the fake wedding. Quaraun had been very young and did not
know the soul binding ritual well enough to do it properly. While he
felt everything BoomFuzzy felt, the connection was not fully two way
and BoomFuzzy did not feel enough of what Quaraun felt, to know the
wedding had been a hoax and the poor Elf was trapped and desperately
wanting to get back to his lover.
sunk into dangerous fits of depression, and Quaraun had been helpless
to tell his lover the truth. For weeks BoomFuzzy gathered up the
things he needed to cast a spell. Quaraun suffered through every
sorrow BoomFuzzy did, but for Quaraun, the true nightmare began when
BoomFuzzy drank the poisonous potion of the Lich making spell he had
cast. Quaraun had felt every agony as the acidic poison burned
through BoomFuzzy's body melted his organs, dissolving his insides,
in a slow and painful death that had lasted three days. Everything
BoomFuzzy had felt while he died, Quaraun had felt, just as though it
was happening to him, and the memory of BoomFuzzy's suffering
lingered on in his mind every day.
His dear friend BeaLuna, lay her hand on his shoulder, a feel attempt
to comfort him, but this only incited his fury.
"Don't touch me!" He screamed as he jumped up and ran from
It was the first time he had moved in days.
BeaLuna went to follow him, but his uncle stopped her.
"Leave him. He needs to be alone. Let him grieve. We've done a
terrible thing. He may never recover."
"I didn't do it."
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks turned into months.
Months turned into years.
Years turned into decades.
Quaraun drifted through the Moon Elf village now like a shadow in a
He spoke to no one.
No one dared speak to him.
The Elf that had long been chided for being too happy, too emotional,
too bubbling with laughter and joy, now had fewer emotions then any
He drifted along as one dead.
There was nothing in his eyes.
No sadness, no sorrow.
They had thought him a broken Elf before, but now they knew for
certain that he was and it terrified them, for they all knew the
rumours of an Elf gone mad from a broken soul bond, and they all
waited in horror for the day he would finally snap out of the dead
shock his drifted through now.
Meanwhile the town grew more pink every day.
Quaraun's strange obsession with pink was growing.
Quaraun had made a new wand.
A strange wand.
A wand with powers no Elf had ever seen before.
Rumours of what the wand was for, galloped through the town.
As Quaraun slowly drifted through the town, he walked pass houses
touching them with his wand, and instantly window boxes heavy laden
with pink geraniums filled every window.
No one dared take the flowers down, they feared what the mad Elf
would do if they did.
Rumours spread through the town about the few Elves who did take the
The Elves had vanished, eaten by the undead pink flowers, so the
Pink creeping phlox crept over the sidewalks behind Quaraun as he
Their vines and tendrils lashing out at other Elves tripping them and
pulling them down, the hungry pink flowers devouring them.
The fields around the village were suddenly filled with pink snap
dragons, but instead of flowers actual tiny pink dragons grew from
The Elves now found themselves trapped in their village, unable to
escape, eaten by hoards of tiny pink snapping dragons dare they set
for out of their town.
Quaraun's wand was filling the village with beautiful pink flowers.
Beautiful pink flowers that eat any Elf that got near them.
Quaraun's pink dresses were pinker then ever.
The thing which the Elves feared most of all was the tiny beaded
heart, which now hung from Quaraun's belt.
It was a small bag of pink Thullid silk, covered in pink beads.
The bag was only big enough to hold 10 coins and yet they had all
seen Quaraun put all of his books in it.
They frequently saw him pull Gibedon's head out of it.
And he now carried in it, in addition to his wardrobe, everything else he owned, a pink pavilion tent, that, on the outside appeared only 6 feet around, but inside was as big as a palace.
Where BoomFuzzy's candy shop had once been, there now stood a field of tiny pink snapping dragons, a pavilion tent of pink on pink stripes, and a gold plated throne with pink velvet cushions, on which sat an Elf with knee length white hair, wearing pink silk sari and kimono over pink silk dresses.
Day after day.
Week after week.
Month after month.
Year after year.
Decade after decade.
The pink Necromancer sat in the field watching the village, through rain and snow and sun and moonlight.
What he did in his tent, no one knew, for no one dared set foot in the field of pink snap dragons.
Quaraun had gone insane, of this they were certain.
The rest of this novel can be read here.
Volume 3: BoomFuzzy
Three Hundred years before Quaraun meet Unicorn in The Night of The Screaming Unicorn, he meet another Phooka, the same Phooka in another form, when an Elf eating candy-maker arrives in the Moon Elf Village and puts every one under a spell so that no one notices as villagers are one by one disappearing.
Young wizard Quaraun sees through the illusion, but instead of stopping it, helps the monster pick who to kill, and builds 13 phylacteries for the most infamous Lich making spell any wizard ever cast: the one that created the Thirteen Lich Lords, in the process falling in love with the leader of the Lich Lords, The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley himself.
Life is going good for the young wizard, until his best friend BeaLuna the Gnome alerts his father that there's more going on in the gingerbread house the making candy, and a mob of Moon Elves sets out to kill Quaraun in a public execution.
Enranged by the near murder of his lover, the illusions melt away revealing the Lich Lord and his innocent looking gingerbread house for the monsters they really are.
With the Twighlight Manor now threatening to eat every Elf in the village, the Moon Elves plot to destroy the suicidal Elf Eater and his sentient house, not realizing that worse things walked among then then Phooka's and Liches: a Thullid has taken up residence in the Pink Necromancer's head, remaining peacefully dormant until BoomFuzzy's death unleash's it's fury on them all.
Another of the stories banned by fanfiction.net in 2012, this one contains three controversial scenes:
The torture scene when Quaraun receives his sex altering injury.
The graphically detailed suicide of BoomFuzzy
The bloody murder of Quaraun's four children.
By far the bloodiest story of the series, this novel contains disturbing details of death, abuse, torture, suicide, and murder and is considered to be Gorn.
As you follow the series along, you find that Unicorn's obsession with Quaraun reaches a point where Quaraun gives up and simply allows himself to be sexually abused, daily, for years on end, by the Unicorn, because he's realized he can't get away from the extremely obsessive creature that follows him every where he goes.
One of the most disturbing scenes of the entire series is in volume 3, BoomFuzzy, when it is revealed, just how long the Unicorn's obsession has been going on. While most of the series takes place when Quaraun is an adult and is actually quite old, the novel, BoomFuzzy, is a flashback, that takes place when Quaraun was a child.
As a young boy, about 9 years old, Quaraun finds an injured pony, badly abused, shackled in chains, and locked in a cage. Not realizing the little innocent looking Shetland Pony, is actually a Phooka (a type of evil Faerie Horse), he sets it free. Phookas a viscous black unicorns, fire breathing monsters who skewer people on their horns, and take delight in crushing people to death under their hooves. There is no such thing as a good Phooka, and they are killed on sight whenever they are found. That the boy let him go free, puzzled the demonic beast.
The boy went back to his life. The Phooka followed him. From that point on, Quaraun could not escape the black Unicorn that followed his every move.
When Quaraun was age of 15, the Black Unicorn took on a humanoid form, that of a candy maker named BoomFuzzy, and set up shop in Quaraun's village. Luring children to his gingerbread house, the beast set out to killing and eating every one who got near his candy shop... except for Quaraun.
Quaraun was small, sick, and liked wearing dresses, resulting in his being bullied by the other boys in the village. When one day the bullying got out of hand and Quaraun was nearly killed, the Unicorn swept in and slaughtered the bullies, saving Quaraun's life, then taking the injurged boy back to the gingerbread house.
From there the BoomFuzzy story took a darker turn, as the young boy now finds himself, both well care for by a loving protector, and sexually abused by an obsessed stalker. The duel nature of BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, both comforts and terrifies Quaraun, as he finds himself safe and protected, while simultaneously abused and kept under strict control.
The rest of the BoomFuzzy novel becomes a self battle, with Quaraun, both loving and hating the Unicorn that both protects and hurts him.
At it's core, BoomFuzzy is a novel that takes a dark look into the effects of child abuse, sex slavery, and the confusion caused by being a child who is both loved and victimized by a psychopathic adult.
Quaraun remains with BoomFuzzy for 30 years, with their relationship rocky, as Quaraun finds himself wanting freedom to choose to love someone of his own choosing, and at the same time his not wanting to hurt the beast that truly does love him, but is incapable of showing that love in none abusive ways.
After 30 years, Quaraun leaves. He finally escapes the monster that held him captive and sexually abused him for 30 years. A few weeks later Quaraun marries his first wife. And the next day, BoomFuzzy kills himself.
Quaraun finds the body of the dead Unicorn 3 days later and is devastated, realizing that had he not married, BoomFuzzy would not have commit suicide.
The theme of Stockholm Syndrome pushes front and center into the series from that point on, with Quaraun torn between the guilt of having caused BoomFuzzy's death, and the wife he can not look at because without her, BoomFuzzy would still be alive.
The wife, seeing that her husband cares more for his childhood captive than he had let on, takes to bullying Quaraun, belittling BoomFuzzy's memory at every turn. Quaraun grows to hate his wife. The more his wife, puts down BoomFuzzy's memory, the more defensive Quaraun becomes in protecting BoomFuzzy's honor and denying that BoomFuzzy had spent years sexually abusing him.
As the years go on, Quaraun starts to forget he was BoomFuzzy's victim, he forgets that BoomFuzzy was a child rapist, he forgets that he had spent those years wanting freedom from his captive. His memories become warped and he starts to think of BoomFuzzy as a past lover. On the anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death, Quaraun's wife writes a nursery-rhyme song, belittling BoomFuzzy, and teaches it too their 4 children. Unable to take the constant belittling from his wife anymore, in a fit of rage, Quaraun lashes out at her and murders both his wife and their 4 children.
Horrified by what he's done, Quaraun flees into the mountains, not to be seen again for decades. When he does return to civilization, he's completly lost touch with reality, thus people begin to call him "Quaraun the Insane". When questioned as to why he killed his family, the only answer he gives anyone is: "I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more."
When the law tries to arrest him, he tries to escape and accidentally kills them too. Terrified, he flees again, now wanted for for multiple murders. Scared of his own temper, now afraid to be near anyone for fear he'll kill them, Quaraun becomes a wandering hermit, living on the run, never staying in any one place more then a day or two.
Several times his timing is bad and he arrives in towns, just as someone has been killed. Knowing he killed his family and the men who tried to arrest him, villagers are quick to blame him for any and every death, and soon reports calling him a serial killer are being spread across the entire country.
Chapter 1: King Gwallmaiic & The Sacred Pink JellyFish
The Gingerbread House From Hell (Part of Chapter 2)
Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole
The Hanging Tree
The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion
An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer
"I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more..."
Interview With EelKat
On Writing The Quaraun Series
Old Orchard Beach's Nudey Shirts, Drug Dealers, Gangs, and Ivory Billed Woodpeckers -
Interview With EelKat About
The Real Life Town That Inspired
The Monster Porn Yaoi Novel "BoomFuzzy"
April 2 2016 Part 1 of 6
This novel was originally written on: 2007 & 2009 & 2012
This page last updated on: July 02, 2017
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The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.
Phrases he yells from the truck include:
"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"
"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"
if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"
He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"
My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autisn - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalised several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.
After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here: https://youtu.be/NUebzJ9sz9U and here: https://youtu.be/C4dZbgG-Smw
This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.
As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.
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