At the High Priest’s Altar 🌸🦄🌸

{A Pink Necromancer Short Story, featuring ZooLock and his Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish} 🌸🦄🌸

BoomFuzzy’s grey dreadlocks brushed against the jagged rock walls of the cave as he crouched in the shadows, his hands tracing the cold, damp surface.

The air hung heavy with the scent of rotting moss and decaying earth, the thick scent wrapping around his senses like a wet blanket.

His fingers twitched, aching for the smooth hilt of his obsidian blade, but the ritual unfolding before him was too precarious, too dangerous for a single, impulsive move.

Next to him, GhoulSpawn knelt, his golden fleece brushing the ground as he peered through the gloom. His yellow eyes glinted with the sharp intelligence of a predator on the hunt, though his ram-horned head bore more anxiety than malice.

The cultists chanted in low, guttural voices, their figures cloaked in dark, billowing robes.

GhoulSpawn strained to listen, trying to make sense of their words as a twisted dread crept up his spine.

These weren’t mere worshippers.

The cultists of The Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish had revolted against their leader, High Priest ZooLock.

Mutiny. Plain and Simple.

“They’re summoning something,” GhoulSpawn murmured, his voice barely audible over the rhythmic chants echoing against the cave walls.

BoomFuzzy’s nostrils flared as he let out a slow, cautious breath.

“Aye, I hear it. We need tae stop them before it’s too late.”

At the centre of the cave stood a crude stone altar, carved with ancient symbols of the Sacred Pink Jellyfish.

Quaraun, dressed in his usual resplendent pink silks, lay bound upon it, his mechanical hands shimmering in the dim torchlight. His rainbow wand had been ripped from his grasp, lying out of reach on the stone floor.

A sinister hum emanated from the cultists as they circled the altar, their eyes glowing with feverish zeal.

They believed Quaraun to be the reborn Elder Brain, a god in the flesh, but their misguided faith had twisted into something dangerous.

And ZooLock, the high priest of these fanatics, had not been spared. He too lay bound beside Quaraun, his neon yellow robes embroidered with garish pink jellyfish stark against the grey stone. His puce pink tentacles twitched in helpless rage, muffled groans slipping from his gagged beak as he struggled against his restraints.

GhoulSpawn’s heart pounded in his chest.

“What if they finish the ritual? What if they succeed?”

“Shut up. I’m thinking.”

“They’re summoning Demons!”

“So? You ARE a Demon, remember?”

“here are different types of Demons.”

BoomFuzzy, his fingers tightening around the handle of one of his enchanted daggers, didn’t respond. His mind raced through the possible outcomes, none of them favourable.

If the cultists succeeded in their dark summoning, it would not be just Quaraun they would lose, but the fragile thread of control they had over this chaotic world.

A reborn god or whatever eldritch horror they sought to summon would spell doom for everyone.

Even BoomFuzzy, king of tricksters, knew there were forces too dark to manipulate.

“I’m goin’ tae cut down the ones clos’ tae Quaraun,” BoomFuzzy whispered, his rough Scottish accent sharpening as his mind honed in on his target. “Stay back until ye see an openin’.”

His long grey dreadlocks swayed as he inched forward, melding into the shadows, his breath as silent as death.

GhoulSpawn swallowed, eyes flicking between the cultists.

He was no warrior.

He didn’t even know how to fight.

His mind operated on logic, science, and the intricacies of quantum mechanics, not the brutal simplicity of a dagger through the heart.

Yet here, in this cave, none of that mattered. His heart hammered as he fought the rising tide of panic.

“Quaraun’s counting on us,” GhoulSpawn reminded himself, pressing a trembling hand to the cool surface of the rock to steady himself.

The chanting grew louder, the air thickening with a malevolent energy.

Dark tendrils of magic coiled around Quaraun, whose eyes flared open with rage. He struggled violently against his bonds, his usually elegant, emotionless face twisted in pure loathing.

“Imbeciles! Geese! Braindead amoeba!” Quaraun spat, his voice cutting through the chants like a blade. “Do you fools truly think you can summon me as if I were some lesser demon? I am The Sacred Pink JellyFish! Release me this instant, or I shall ensure your very souls burn for eternity! Sea slugs will eat your souls!”

His threat crackled with power, though his body was still bound tightly.

BoomFuzzy’s lips curled into a smile. Even in the most dire of circumstances, Quaraun’s arrogance never faltered.

Suddenly, BoomFuzzy surged from the shadows, moving faster than the cultists could react. His enchanted blade sliced through the nearest zealot, black blood spraying across the stone floor. He didn’t stop, his blade singing as it cleaved through another cultist who dared turn toward him.

Chaos erupted in the cave.

GhoulSpawn, his instincts kicking in, rushed forward, knocking a cultist off balance with his sheer bulk. His sharp, cloven hooves stomped on another cultist’s foot, sending them howling in pain. He seized the opportunity and lunged for Quaraun’s rainbow wand, clumsy fingers wrapping around it as he staggered back toward the shadows.

“What do I do with this?” GhoulSpawn asked, puzzling over the wand.

“Untie me you idiot and I shall do it!” Quaraun yelled. “It only works for me.”

The cultists’ chanting broke, their ritual undone by the sudden violence.

Some tried to flee, while others drew crude daggers, rushing toward BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn with wild eyes and frenzied screams.

BoomFuzzy met them head-on, his daggers flashing as he ducked and weaved between their attacks, each strike calculated and deadly. His body was a blur of motion, dreadlocks whipping through the air as he fought with lethal precision.

“Ye think ye can take me on, ye daft lot?” he growled, cutting down another cultist. “I’m the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley! Lich King of Fire Mountain! I’ve eaten better warriors for breakfast!”

Meanwhile, GhoulSpawn, still gripping Quaraun’s wand, fumbled with the ropes binding Quaraun. His fingers trembled as he tried to untie the knots, his mind racing.

“Any day now, Glinta,” Quaraun hissed, his mechanical fingers twitching in frustration.

“You know, BoomFuzzy’s right. You’d be a better wizard if you you mastered spoken spells and didn’t have to rely on your wand — “

“GLINTA!”

“Yes?”

“Un. Tie. Me. Now.”

“Oh! Yes. I forgot.”

“I am surrounded by idiots!”

Finally, the ropes gave way, and Quaraun sat up, seizing his wand from GhoulSpawn.

With a flick of his wrist, a burst of magical energy erupted from the Pink Necromancer’s wand, sending the remaining cultists flying across the cave.

They crashed against the walls with sickening thuds, their bodies crumpling like discarded dolls.

Quaraun stood, brushing the dust from his silk robes, his eyes narrowing in disgust.

“If I see one more jellyfish cultist, I shall burn this entire cult to the ground.”

BoomFuzzy wiped the blood from his blade, grinning.

“Aw, Love, ye know ye enjoy a bit o’ worship.”

GhoulSpawn, panting from the adrenaline, glanced at the unconscious ZooLock still bound on the altar.

“What about him?”

Quaraun sighed, already walking toward the cave entrance.

“Leave him. The fool deserves to suffer the consequences of his followers’ stupidity.”

BoomFuzzy chuckled darkly.

“Aye, but at least now we know wha’ not tae do next time we’re takin’ in a cultist or two.”

The three of them left the cave, their footsteps echoing against the stone, leaving ZooLock to his fate.

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

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Wendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again. Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978) If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title. List of the published titles still in print: The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series What the series is about, for those new here: The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series.

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters: BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying A Very Important Clump of Grass The Washer Woman & The Fae Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Bone Dice Excited For The New Baby Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies Open Grave The Phooka's Dragon School The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops The Jar of Pickled Toes The Book Burning Maggots, a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats A Day In The Life of a Bumbling Necromancer The Three-Seventeen Pee Expedition

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

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There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...

@eelkat health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

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@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

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