Dark Damp Basement

Dark Damp Basement

The door creaked.

Creaked and groaned. Groaned and creaked. A groan like a beast in pain. A creak like tortured timber under weight it could not bear. It opened slowly, oh so slowly, resisting the motion as though warning the elderly Moon Elf not to proceed.

Quaraun proceeded.

With trembling fingers and twitching ears, with silvery chains tinkling and bells jingling, the elegant Elf descended the spiral staircase.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Down into the dark.

Down into the damp.

Down into the basement.

BoomFuzzy had told him not to come down here.

BoomFuzzy had told him the food cellar below the lighthouse was unsafe.

BoomFuzzy had told him to wait upstairs.

BoomFuzzy had told him to stay in bed, rest his aching foot, rest his swelling belly, rest and not stress, rest and not fret. Take care of the bairn. BoomFuzzy had begged him, pleaded with him, warned him.

But BoomFuzzy was gone.

Gone hunting.

Gone hunting for zombies.

Zombies had gotten through the barrier.

The barrier needed to be repaired.

Gone too long.

Gone and not returned.

The ice storm had come hard and fast and loud and wet and white and howling and brutal. It had sealed the front door shut.

Ice like glass.

Ice like death.

Ice like teeth biting at the lighthouse.

Quaraun needed candles.

Quaraun needed kerosene.

Quaraun needed food.

Quaraun needed BoomFuzzy.

But BoomFuzzy was not here.

BoomFuzzy was out there.

Somewhere.

Somewhere in the white and wild and wicked world above. The storm had swallowed him. Quaraun had to survive.

Had to prepare.

Had to endure until his beloved came home.

BoomFuzzy always came home.

Always.

Always.

He would come back.

He always came back.

Always.

Always.

Always…

The light on Quaraun’s Rainbow Wand flickered.

Flickered and failed. Failed and flickered.

The White Light beam gave out.

Dead battery.

Dead hope.

Dead silence.

He muttered under his breath, lips stiff with cold, voice cracking like brittle ice over broken bones.

“This is folly and madness. Madness and folly. I am cold and afraid. Afraid and cold.”

The old Elf reached the bottom step.

Stone. Mouldy. Cracked.

The basement was black as pitch.

Quaraun hated the dark.

Not disliked. Not abhorred.

Hated.

Hated with a hatred so vile it curdled his soul.

He pressed his hand to the wall, felt the slime, the lichen, the rot, the damp.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The air was wet.

The air was sour.

The air was moving.

Moving?

No. Air did not move.

Not like that.

Not in a sealed room.

Not when the door had been shut for weeks.

Not when the storm howled above.

Quaraun’s long ears twitched.

Chains jingled.

Nose rings tinkled.

Tentacle hair writhed.

Something was down here.

Something that breathed.

Something that watched.

Something… that waited.

He whispered into the black void.

“Unicorn? Is that you?”

No answer.

“Glinta? Is it you?”

No reply.

A rustle. A whisper. A wet shuffle. Slithering. Something squelched.

The Elf’s nostrils flared.

“Rotten meat and mildew. Mildew and meat. Mould and death. Death and mould.”

Something moved in the shadows.

Something not dead.

Something not alive.

Something UnDead.

Something that squirmed.

Suddenly —

A hand grabbed his ankle.

Cold. Wet. Dead.

Quaraun screamed.

Screamed and stumbled. Stumbled and fell.

He hit the stone floor hard.

Hard and cold. Cold and hard.

Then —

Light.

Light as bright as a star. A spark. A flare.

“What in bloody blue balls’re ya doin’ down ‘ere, ya daft wee nitwit?!”

BoomFuzzy.

BoomFuzzy stood in the stairwell.

Covered in snow.

Soaked in blood.

Carrying three dead zombie raccoons in one arm and a kerosene lantern in the other.

“Oh thank the Moon!” Quaraun wailed, scrambling to his feet and into the Phooka’s arms. “I thought you were dead. Dead and gone. Gone and dead!”

“I told ya tae stay in bed!”

“I needed candles.”

“I told ya I’d get ‘em!”

“I needed you!”

“Aye well. I need me cock sucked, but ya don’t see me crawlin’ through the bloody freezer for it!”

“You are vulgar and uncouth.”

“Aye. And you married me.”

“I did. I love you.”

Quaraun clung to the stout little Phooka like a frightened child.

BoomFuzzy handed him the lantern.

The light revealed the shape in the corner.

The corpse of a man.

Frozen.

Missing its scalp.

And one leg.

“Oh aye,” BoomFuzzy muttered. “That’s why I told ya not tae come down ‘ere. Got in last week. Ain’t had time to clean up the mess.”

Quaraun blinked.

“You killed him?”

“Nay. He were already dead.”

“He is missing a leg.”

“Aye. I cooked it.”

Quaraun glared at the Lich.

BoomFuzzy smiled his gold-plated, blood-stained grin.

“Ya liked it.”

“I am a vegetarian!”

“Not last night ya weren’t.”

Quaraun slapped him.

BoomFuzzy laughed.

Then kissed him.

Then slapped him back.

Then laughed again.

Then hugged him close.

“I love ya, me wee pink JellyElf. Even when ya sneak into me meat cellar.”

“It is a dark, damp basement. Damp and dark. Dark and damp.”

“Aye. That’s what makes the meat tender.”

Quaraun shuddered.

BoomFuzzy handed him a jar of pickled carrots.

“Here. Veggies. So ya can keep pretendin’ ya don’t eat meat.”

Quaraun scowled.

BoomFuzzy chuckled.

Up the stairs they went.

Up. Up. Up.

Out of the basement.

Back to warmth.

Back to safety.

Back to each other.

Together.

The Necromancer and the Lich.

Always.

Always.

Always.

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.

BoomFuzzy King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn: Quaraun's husband, BoomFuzzy aka King Gwallmaiic, a Scottish Phooka, who is King of The UnSeelie Court. Quaraun is his court mage and advisor, as well as the only Elf in The UnSeelie Court. BoomFuzzy is a "classic fantasy type" Necromancer who uses sorcery to raise the dead. Being a Faerie he is also an illusionist and master of trickster magic. By profession, he is a Master Chef, owning the global monopoly on restaurants, taverns, pubs, and food trucks. Until his death, BoomFuzzy was regarded as the world's most powerful wizard. He is now a Lich. BoomFuzzy is also half-Human. His mother was a Mongolian/Chinese Human, which is why he wears distinctively Asian outfits, along with a great kilt worn as a cape. Known as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, he often takes the form of a purple Unicorn. BoomFuzzy's exact age is unknown, though he was well over two thousand years old at the time of his death, and Quaraun resurrected him as a Lich around 500+ years ago, making him close to 3,000 years old. In his BlackBird form he is fifteen thousand years old. Art by Wendy Christine Allen

Quaraun Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer: The F2M transgender Persian Moon Elf main character: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun The Insane, with BoomFuzzy the Unicorn. F2M for those unaware = Quaraun was biologically born female, but transitioned to live as a male; this is why there are stories where Quaraun is sometimes pregnant, in spite of being male and using he/him male pronouns. Quaraun is a Necromancer by the actual dictionary definition of the word, meaning he is a psychic medium who sees and hears ghosts, and uses tarot, spirit boards, and seances to communicate with the dead. By profession he is a silk weaver/tailor/silk merchant. Quaraun is an Elder God JellyFish who takes the form of an Elf to blend in with society. His 12 foot long hair is made out of venomous, stinging jellyfish tentacles. Quaraun is BoomFuzzy's apprentice and regarded as the world's most powerful still living wizard. Quaraun's exact age is unknown, but he is somewhere around 750 years old. In his SunTa form he is twelve thousand years old. The Scared Pink JellyFish that lives in him, is stated to being over two million years old. Art by Wendy Christine Allen

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Main characters: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun (A Moon Elf) and his husband King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Lich King of Fire Mountain (A Phooka/Faerie).

BoomFuzzy is King of The UnSeelie Court;

Quaraun is his Court Mage;

GhoulSpawn (not pictured) is Quaraun’s apprentice.

They are the world’s three most evil super villains, though they do not see themselves as evil. They own the world’s only functioning BioDome and thus hold the world’s monopoly on crops, food, livestock, and fabric, holding the Human population at their sadistic mercy.

These stories are told from their point of view.

 — — Art by Wendy Christine Allen

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