"GhoulSpawn..." Quaraun started to say.
"I'm not GhoulSpawn."
"All right. Thing that murdered my best friend and has now taken up residence in his dead body...do you have a name?"
"No. My mother didn't give me one."
"Your mother also didn't put you in the body of this Elf."
"I know. Please let me go."
"Because I just watched my best friend die in horrible agonizing pain, and we're not being allowed to give him a funeral or bury his body, because you've taken up residence in it and I'm not happy about that. I'm not happy about any of this."
"No one asked you to be happy."
"He was my friend."
"And now he's dead."
"I know. But here I am sitting here talking to him."
"I'm not your friend."
"You've taken his body."
"I didn't chose this body."
"I know you didn't. I was there, when they implanted you in him. I wanted to help him, but he ran away. He's suffered alone the past several years. He came back because he knew he wads dying and he didn't want to die alone."
"He wasn't alone. I've been with him the whole time."
"You killed him."
"I did not want to."
"I loved him."
"I know you did. He knew you did. It's why he stayed away. He loved you too. He was confused by it. It bothered him, how he felt for you. You being male as was he. That was why he stayed away."
"I know. I've always known."
"Please let me go. I'm not your friend. It's bad enough I'm trapped in his body. Please don't keep me trapped here too."
"If I let you go, what would you do? Where would you go?"
"I don't know."
"Then why do you need to leave?"
"Am I not to have freedom?"
"You're not my prisoner."
"Then let me go."
"Because I know what you're going through. And I know if you went out that door right now, you'd fall by the wayside and die. You don't know how to control the body you're in. You don't know what people do to Thullids. What they'll do to you if they find out GhoulSpawn id dead and then see his body up roaming around. As much as I want to hate you for killing him, being a Thullid myself, I know the hell of a life you have to look forward to and I can pity you. Not all Thullid transformations are successful. Most die with their prey. GhoulSpawn is dead and you've survived. You at least deserve the chance to keep on living, now that you've gotten this far. If I let you walk out of here now, you'll lose that fighting chance. I'm not an Elf any more then you are. Quaraun died centuries ago. I've learned to live in his body. I've learned to be him, so well, that no one knows he's dead. If you are to survive in this world, that's infested with hate mongering Humans, you're gonna have to learn to do the same thing."
"I'm not him. I don't want to be him."
"You're in his body, you don't have a choice."
"He was a coward."
"I know. So am I. It's prob'ly why we got along."
"You barely knew him."
"I know. I wanted to get to know him better. That chance is gone now. You took that away when you killed him."
"You wish I had died instead."
"If I had wished you dead, you'd be dead. I'm a DiJinn. If I wish for something it happens."
"You still want me dead."
"No. I don't."
"I am not GhoulSpawn. You loved GhoulSpawn. You don't want him dead."
"That's true. But he is now and there's nothing I can do about it."
"You're a Necromancer. You can kill me and bring him back."
"I could. But I won't."
"He asked me not too. He didn't want to be brought back. He's seen the hell Unicorn suffers through. Being undead is not without side effects."
"He knew I would take his body."
"He asked you not to kill me."
"That's the way he was."
"I killed him."
"Why would he ask you not to kill me?"
"He abhorred violence. Vengeance wasn't his way. He saw violence destroy his family. He believed peace was a better way."
"I'd like to believe that. But I also believe in defending victims from cruelty."
"GhoulSpawn was my victim."
"No. You were both victims. HellBorne was cruel. HellBorne killed GhoulSpawn, not you."
"I'm trapped in the body of an Elf."
"I know. I am too. I didn't want to kill Quaraun, any more then you wanted to kill GhoulSpawn. Quaraun was the lat Moon Elf. GhoulSpawn the last Sun Elf. Now all the High Elves are dead. They have gone extinct. We who live within the hollowed out shells of their dead, empty bodies, are all that remain."
"Why do you pretend to be Quaraun, when you know you are not him?"
"He was a good Elf. He was kind and loving to every one. He never hurt anyone. I have tried to live my life in his body, as he would have done. He would never have murdered his wife and children. Nor his father, no matter how cruel his father was. Quaraun would never have raised a hand to any of them."
"And you did?"
"I killed them all. Every one he loved."
"They killed BoomFuzzy. The one he loved the most."
"Did not Quaraun die, before you met BoomFuzzy?"
"He did. Quaraun died as a child. He was 9 years old when I killed him. He died alone. No one to comfort him. No one to hear his cries. His mother was dead already and his father didn't care. They heard him scream. Heard him crying. Begging for someone to hold him. They locked him away. In that room. That horrible room. Where they put him to punish him. Put him to forget him. He begged and pleaded to not be left alone. He died in agony. He suffered for days. Alone. And no one cared. The poor little Elf. I felt it all. His fear. His suffering. His pain. His despair. His torment. I was the only one with him. I didn't want to kill him. He didn't know what was killing him. He was so scared. So confused. I felt terrible after he died. His suffering was so great. That's why I became him. He didn't want to die. He tried so hard to cling to life. And I took it away. I couldn't live in his body, not with the guilt of how he had died. Had someone been with him. Had they not locked him in that room. I might not have done so. Most Thullids don't. Once the Elf is dead, we return to our kin. Live with the Thullids. But I could not forget how much he suffered, how alone he was when he died."
"So you stole his identity along with his life."
"I had never been in an Elf before. I was free. I had heard other Thullids, tell of the horrors an Elf suffers through, during the transition we make into their bodies, but I had never felt it before. He didn't deserve to die and neither did GhoulSpawn."
"And yet you murdered his family."
"They killed BoomFuzzy."
"You loved BoomFuzzy. Not Quaraun. Quaraun didn't know BoomFuzzy. Quaraun was already dead by that point. Quaraun, you truly have gone insane, people call you insane for a reason. You can no longer tell where the Elf ends and the Thullid begins. You've lived in that body too long. We change bodies for a reason. So we don't become attached, so we don't become them. You've lost your identity. You've stopped being a Thullid. You've become the Elf. Quaraun never loved BoomFuzzy. He never knew BoomFuzzy. You loved BoomFuzzy. Quaraun was the Elf. You are not the Elf. You are the Thullid who killed him."
"And you loved GhoulSpawn."
"And now GhoulSpawn is dead."
"I am not GhoulSpawn."
"You are. Wither you want to be or not. You took his body and now you must be him."
"I killed him."
"Then by that logic will you not also kill me?"
"Because you are GhoulSpawn."
"GhoulSpawn is dead. I am not GhoulSpawn."
"I know. And yet, here I am talking to you."
"I am not GhoulSpawn. I am the Thullid that resides in his body. Just as you are not Quaraun, but the Thullid that resides in him."
"You are insane. You want me to be GhoulSpawn, the same way you are Quaraun. When we both belong back with our own people. Neither of us are Elves. We just live in their bodies."
"That we take their bodies is wrong."
"We can survive no other way."
"It doesn't make it right."
"Would you have every Thullid die?"
"Future Thullids will die. The Elves are dead. We killed them. There are no more Elves for our children to live in. We've killed too many Elves and now we will die."
"Let me leave this place."
"I already told you."
"Humans will kill you the moment they find out what you are. You must learn to be an Elf. You are living in an Elf's body, you must learn to act like an Elf, talk like an Elf, think like an Elf. You must become the Elf you killed if you are to survive and I'm not gonna let you leave here until you do."
"I'm not GhoulSpawn."
"You are now. You killed him and took his body. You didn't give him a choice. You didn't give him the option to live. You didn't give us an option to bury his body or mourn his death. And I'm not giving you to option to steal his body and do whatever the hell you want with it. You will learn to be GhoulSpawn or you will never leave here. My rose garden can be your home or your prison. That choice is yours."
"You can't keep me here."
"No? Have you ever seen BoomFuzzy's house?"
"The gingerbread house?"
"No. Not the illusion he uses to draw children in... the reality behind the illusion. The Twighlight Manor. That's what lies beyond those roses. You try to escape this garden and you'll have her to deal with. You won't even make it to the front door. She'll eat you alive. You're in my house now. You can't escape. No one does. I won't kill you. I made that promise to GhoulSpawn. But the roses will. The goldfish will. The turkeys will. And if somehow you make it past them... the house will. I only promised GhoulSpawn that I wouldn't kill you. I never said I wouldn't stand by and watch them kill you instead. Don't think that because you live in his body, I'll show you any mercy. I loved him and you took him from me and I'm not gonna forget that. I may try to be the kind, loving Elf, whose body I took, but that doesn't the fact that I'm still the Thullid who killed him. I'll never truly be Quaraun, no matter how much I try to be him. I'll be the cold hearted Pink JellyFish that murdered him and his family and you'll always the Thullid who killed my best friend."
Quaraun stood up to leave.
"We are monsters, you and I. We murder Elves and steal their bodies to survive. You can be my friend or my enemy. GhoulSpawn was my friend. His murderer is my enemy. I leave it to you to decide who you are."
Quaraun returned the following morning, to find the half-Elf, still sitting in the garden, staring at the path, leading to the gate, which stood guarded by pink rose bushes that had uprooted themselves and were marching around, snarling through fanged petals, ready to eat any one who dared get within vine's reach of them.
Unicorn was with Quaraun this time. He didn't trust the creature that had killed their friend. Quaraun was stupid. He let emotions cloud his thinking. Unicorn feared Quaraun was not thinking clearly when it came to this beast. He doubted Quaraun could separate the beast from the body it now lived in. His not allowing the creature to leave and his insistence on calling it GhoulSpawn, worried Unicorn to no end.
Quaraun sat on the ground beside his dead friend whose body was now animated by the alien JellyFish creature that had eaten his brain and was living in the empty skull.
"I'm not GhoulSpawn. Your friend is dead. I am not him. I'm just stuck in his body."
"I know. But I don't know what else to call you."
"I don't have a name. My mother didn't give me one."
"Your mother didn't get a chance to know you."
"She didn't want me to be born."
"That's not true. She just would have liked you to hatch inside of someone else. She didn't pick this body for you."
"I know. HellBorne did. GhoulSpawn talked of it daily. He talked to himself a lot. He was mad you know."
"He had you inside his head, eating his brain. What did you expect?"
"He tried to cut me out."
"Most Elves infested by a Thullid larvea do."
"He didn't want to kill me."
"I know. He refused to kill anything. Wouldn't even step on a bug."
"He tried to find a way to remove me, one that would let me live, free, and not trapped inside any body. He couldn't find one."
"I'm not GhoulSpawn. He is dead."
"Then what should I call you?"
"You are my mother. That's for you to decide."
"I'm gonna keep calling you GhoulSpawn, because you're in his body."
"Him did change his name," Unicorn said quietly. "In future. Does ya na remember? We dids meet him. Him had different name. Ya called him GhoulSpawn un him did said him was nay the GhoulSpawn. Just likes him is doing now. Him kept saying he was na GhoulSpawn. Said him had no used the name in years. And ya did says him were different. Was no acting himself. Maybe this is why, eh?"
"The Gremlin? Yes. I remember. He called himself the Gremlin."
Quaraun looked to GhoulSpawn.
"Are you Gremlin?"
"That's the name you used in the future. I'd rather call you GhoulSpawn."
"I'm used to calling you GhoulSpawn."
Quaraun reached out his hand to touch the half Elf's face. GhoulSpawn flinched, as though waiting to be hit.
"Please don't be scared of me," Quaraun said soothingly. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I only want to help."
"You wanted to feed me to your roses, yesterday."
GhoulSpawn pointed to the sentient bushes that were still marching around the outskirts of the garden.
"Yes, I was angry. I'm not now. I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"The roses still look like they are waiting to kill me."
"Yes. They probably will. You shouldn't get near them. Not thoses ones at least. They're a bit ill tempered. Thorny ones always are. And they didn't used to be roses. They were hawthorn trees. That's why their thorns are so big. They withered up and died and I resurrected them as roses. It kind of pissed them off. They don't like being pink."
"Let me go home."
"Do you have a home to go to?"
GhoulSpawn stared down at his clasped hands and said nothing.
"Last I knew, GhouSpawn was living with HellBorne here at Black Tower. He ran off the night HellBorne died...."
"And Black Tower is now pink."
"I like pink."
"I've noticed. Every one for miles around, any where in seeing distance of this pink phallic monstrosity, knows you like pink enough to have paint Black Tower the most eye blinding shade of pink you could find."
Unicorn started laughing.
"Aye. It does look like a giant dick," the Faerie said. "Why has I never not no noticed that aforing nows? Quaraun complains about hims small dick all of time. Now hims got one five storeys tall dick in hims garden. Ha ha! That so funny. Why I no see this before?"
"Probably, because you're blind and you can't see a thing," Quaraun reminded Unicorn.
"I is no so blind I can no sees the hundred foot tall dick in ya yard. A small dicked pink wizard in hims big dicked pink tower."
"Unicorn. Shut up!"
"Go fuck yourself."
"I will! Thanking ya kindly."
Unicorn trotted off to find a log to hump.
"What is he doing?" GhoulSpawn asked.
"He's fucking a tree."
"I can see what he doing. Why... why is he doing it?"
"He's crazy, if you hadn't noticed. Somewhere in resurrecting him, I seem to have lost his brain."
"It probably has something to do with you focusing too much on giving him two dicks. Why did you resurrect him as a double dicked unicorn?"
"I don't know. I was drunk."
"You know GhoulSpawn was scared of you, right? Just terrified you was gonna mess up some spell and do something like that...." GhoulSpawn pointed to Unicorn. "To him."
"Well, at least Unicorn thinks it's wonderful. He loves being a double dicked unicorn, with only half a brain."
"Squirrel!" Unicorn screamed, as he galloped by chasing said squirrel.
"Quaraun. Your horse is barking like a dog and chasing squirrels up trees."
Quaraun shook his head.
"I'm supposed to be the one that's insane and right now everyone else is crazier then me."
Quaraun turned back to GhoulSpawn.
"Do you have a place to live?"
GhoulSpawn shook his head no.
"You can stay here. It used to be your home."
"You two didn't live here then."
"No, but we do now. Are you saying you want us to leave?"
GhoulSpawn watched the little shaggy sliver horned black Shetland pony gallop around the garden eating butterflies.
"Did he really eat HellBorne?"
"Unicorn? He eats every one. It's why I can't have any friends. I meet some body new and next thing I know he's grinding their bones into flour and baking gingerbread out of them."
"How'd you end up with a Phooka?"
"I ask myself that every day."
"He's the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley."
"And you're an Elf."
"Well. I'm what's left of an Elf. I'm just as much Quaraun as you are GhoulSpawn."
"Would he eat me?"
"I told him not to. He's pretty good at obeying me. Usually. Sometimes. Not always."
"You used to be free didn't you? They said The sacred pink JellyFish was a wild Thullid. They caught her in the ocean. Kept her prisoner in goldfish fish bowl for decades, before some rebels tried to kill her and a renegade priest implaneted her in an Elf. Is that true?"
"It is. I had beautiful pink frilled ruffles all down my tentacles."
"Is that why you wear pink ruffles like this?"
"You're a female aren't you? Living in a male Elf."
"That must get confusing."
The two Thullid infested Elves sat in silence and watched the hyperactive unicorn galloping wildly around the garden, stabbing dragonflies with his horn.
"Does he ever get tired?" GhoulSpawn asked.
"He's a Lich, isn't he?"
"Yes. He's a Lich."
Suddenly the little black pony began shrieking hysterically, then galloped in a mad dash across the garden, towards the giant pink lighthouse, with a flock of angry bees on his tail, fast trying to catch him.
"If he's undead, why is he running from bees?"
"He still feels pain. He can still be hurt. He can be killed."
"Even though he's a Lich?"
"Yes. Even though he's a Lich."
"I thought Liches had eternal life."
"They do. But they can still die. They just automaticly resurect. They have a place they kind of pop back out of when they come back."
"Like a save point."
"A save point. In a video game."
"What's a video game?"
"It's a thing they have in the future. GhoulSpawn used to go to a place he called the 1980s. Aracades. He liked playing video games."
"1980s? That's a long ways away."
"What year is it now."
"I don't know. It was 1400 and something, last time I checked. I don't keep track of time. I can't count. That's a regret."
"Elwin. Elwin died, because I didn't know math. HellBorne set up a trap. Put Elwin in it. A puzzle. Trap. Thing. I don't know what it was. But it needed math to unlock it. And I can't do math. It killed him."
"You've seen a lot of people you love die, haven't you?"
"Every one... now. GhoulSpawn was the last one. The last living friend I had left."
"You want me to be him for you, don't you? It's why you won't let me leave, isn't it?"
"You have GhoulSpawn's memories, yes?"
"Yes. I do."
"Where did he go? After they implanted him. He ran off. We couldn't find him. We searched every where. He was no where."
"He opened a portal and ran into it. Different time. Different place. Someplace HellBorne couldn't find him. He was scared. He trusted HellBorne. He thought HellBorne was his friend."
"HellBorne's dead. You're safe from him now."
"He was so scared. I don't know how to be an Elf. All I know is fear. He was so scared. I don't know what he was like before the fear took over. I think he was already scared of every thing, every one. The village he grew up in. The uncles who raised him. They abused him something terrible. And then you showed up and you killed them. The entire village. Except for him. And he was scared of you, but he was glad they were dead. He was always on the run. Never settled down. To scared to stay in any one town more then a few days. Half Elf. Humans hated him. Elves hated him. He only ever got along with Demons but he didn't fit in. And then he found HellBorne. Another half-Elf. Thought he could trust him, because he was a half-Elf. HellBorne put me in him, so I could kill him, even though I didn't want to. HellBorne was evil. Poor GhoulSpawn. His whole life was nothing but fear. Ever growing, ever mounting."
"Where did he go after that? After they implanted him? We couldn't find him."
"Into a portal. He didn't care which one. He just running scared. Opened up the first portal he came across and ran inside, found a forest, found a cave. And stayed there. Scared out of his mind. Lived on whatever he could find. Lichen mostly. Moss. Stuff growing on the rocks. He was too scared to leave the cave. He only went back, because he knew he was dying and he hoped HellBorne could undo what he'd done and somehow remove me from his brain, while he still had any brain left."
"When you say, he went into hiding.... stayed in a cave and wouldn't come out... do you mean... he was alone... the whole time?"
"Yeah. He was really scared."
"We tried to find him. We didn't know where to look. I wanted to help him." Tears filled Quaraun's eyes. "There was never any one at all?"
"No. Just me. The whole time I've been in him, I'm only one he's had to talk to. He was scared if anyone found out he was infested with a Thullid, that they cut off his head. I guess that's what Elves do when they find a Thullid infested Elf."
"It is. It's why we can never let any one know what we are. Why we must become the Elf whose body we took. Poor Ghouly. I didn't realize he'd been completely alone. We would have taken care of him. We tried to find him."
"He was scared. Too scared to even go outside. He didn't go outside of the cave for years. He just went mad. Fear drove him into hiding so deep. He was crippled with fear."
"Are you afraid?"
GhoulSpawn looked up at Quaraun.
"I don't know how not to be. It's all he did. He didn't teach me how to live with other Elves. How to do... anything. I don't know how to be an Elf. I just know how to hide in caves and be terrified of every shadow. It's all I now, because it's all he did. And he was doing it, before he was implanted. I can see his memories. His whole life was spent in fear and hiding, right from birth. Because of what he was. Half Elves are hunted by Elves and Demons alike. He belonged no where."
"He belonged here. With me and Unicorn. We would have accepted him as family. We'll accept you as family. Please. Stay with us. You're safe here. We'll take care of you. You don't have to be afraid any more."
"Fear's the only emotion I know. The first few weeks he sat on the ground pulling his hair out, clawing at his head, trying to remove.... me... after a while he gave up and just sat there doing nothing. Went back and forth between crying hysterically and talking gibberish nonsense to himself. Then he starts drawing on the walls. Writing. Numbers. Equations. He tried desperately to find a way to remove me without killing himself. Tried to find a way to remove me, without killing me. He couldn't find an answer. He did that for 3 years. I think he went insane. He was alone too long with his fears. You were the last person to talk to him before he left and the first person to talk to him, when he came back. He was glad you took him in. Those last few weeks with you, it was the only time I felt him relax. I can't remember him ever sleeping before."
"Elves can go a long time without sleep. Their bodies are different. It's why we chose Elves to live in and not Dwarves or Humans. Elves live longer. Need less sleep. Less food. We can go years without sleep. It's not recommended. But we can do it. I've done it. Made me bat shit crazy out of hell for a while. Side effect of not much sleep. I don't think he'd slept in a long time. He walked into the garden and collapsed. He was asleep for a few weeks. Poor Ghouly. He was so sick and tired and weak, when he arrived. I'd never seen him sick before. He'd gone a long time without eating, hadn't he?"
"Yeah. He was surviving off lichen he scraped off walls in the cave. He started taking weird stuff the last few weeks."
"Weird stuff? Like what?"
"This." GhoulSpawn reached into one of his endless coat pockets and pulled out a small slip of paper, perforated into tiny squares, each one with a colourful picture on it.
"What is this?" Quaraun held up the bright coloured paper.
"LSD. Freakier then opium. You'd love it. Makes dark minds colourful. Not sure what it would do to an already colourful mind like yours."
"I never saw drugs like this before?"
"Break off a square. Put it under your tongue. You neeever seen anything like it before. Guarantee it. Does take the pain away though."
"Was he in a lot of pain?"
"Yeah. He was. Started having nose bleeds every day. Headaches. He couldn't think. He couldn't do anything."
"Side effect of having a JellyFish chewing holes all through your brain. Still, never thought Ghouly would turn to drugs."
"No? Crazy Elf like him?"
"No. He hated drugs. He chided me for it all the time. He wouldn't drink. I wouldn't smoke. There was one day he flipped out at me for drinking coffee and then gave Unicorn hell for drinking tea."
"Ah. Yes." GhoulSpawn reached into his pockets and pulled out a smll navy blue book. Handed it to Quaraun. "GhoulSpawn joined a cult of some sort. Called themselves Mormons. Here have a Book of Mormon. I've got about a hundred more in my pockets. He gave 'em to every body. Weird Elf."
"What's this got to do with anything?"
"They don't allow drinking, smoking, drugs. coffee. tea, sex..."
"I suppose that explains the sheep."
"GhoulSpawn and his sheep. Yeah. I forgot about the sheep."
"So he stopped be a... a... what did you call it?"
"A follower of the Demon Mormo?"
"No. But I think that's what GhoulSpawn thought it was. He liked Demons. But yeah. He stopped. The pain was so much. It crippled him. He just sat on the floor screaming and hitting himself in the head trying to make the pain stop. He was suffering for so long. I knew I was causing his pain and I hated it. I didn't want to hurt him. I certainly didn't want to kill him."
"No Thullid ever does. Most, once they realize how badly their prey is suffering, just devour their brains quickly, let them die fast. Never get to know the Elf. Don't absorb their memories. Don't become them. It's difficult to stay steady through the whole process, while the Elf is screaming in pain and trying to cut you out of their head. I hate what we have to do to them. Why is our survival dependent upon killing someone else in order to survive? Why didn't you do what most Thullids do, just kill him quick and get it over with?"
"I wanted to know who he was. I wanted to know, why thought, not to kill me, but instead, tried to find a way to remove me without hurting me. In the beginning, he could have removed me. Those first few days, when I was still just under the surface, not yet in his brain. He could have removed me. He would have lived. I would have died. He couldn't bring himself to hurt me, even though he knew it would cost him his own life to let me live. I wanted to know why he did that. Even in the end. He could have killed himself and it would have killed me too. Unicorn even suggested it. You suggested it. You both offered to kill him, if he couldn't bring himself to kill himself, but he would hear nothing of it. He wouldn't let you hurt me. He refused to take a life. Any life. Even the life of the creature that was killing him."
"GhoulSpawn was kind and gentle."
"I feel terrible, about how much he had to suffer. THE LSD mellowed him out. Took away his fears. Took away his pain. But when it wore off, it seemed like his fears were worse. His pain worse. Almost as if, the drug made it worse. So he took more. And more. He got addicted bad."
"If he never left the cave. Where'd he get the drugs?"
"He started making them. He'd taken 'em before so he had some in his pockets. He took some and figured out what they were made out of then, made them himself. He's was kind of a mad scientist."
"He was an alchemist."
"Alchemy. Yeah. I suppose that's a word for it. Built himself a lab."
"Where'd he get the supplies to build a lab?"
"Out of his pockets. I think he was a thief. I think he had a problem. Looking into his memories. I can see him. He just took things. Fruit off carts. Books off shelves. Engines off planes..."
"Big flying machines they have in the future. That's where he got the name Gremlin from. I just remembered. It's what the Humans called him. He'd fall out of portals and land on planes, then rip the engines out to make then crash. Said he had to change history. Rewrite it. Make it better. He was a time traveller. He didn't like planes. Humans called him 'The Gremlin'. It means 'The Demon Who Eats Planes'. GhoulSpawn's a Demon."
"I know. He's a Chaos Demon. He tried to hide it from me, but... I... I already knew."
"Why did he pretend to be an Elf?"
"His mother was an Elf. She was kidnapped and raped by a Demon. That's why they named him GhoulSpawn."
"I have areoplane engines in my pockets."
"So he had plenty of supplies to build a lab and make drugs?"
"You'd be surprised the things he keeps in his pockets."
"No. Not really. Not after I found out about the sheep."
"My pockets are still full of sheep."
"I kind of figured they were."
"Boy was he weird."
"Lucky you. Now you get to be him. Sheep and all."
"He became a hermit, only came out the last few weeks. He'd decided to come back to Black Tower. Beg HellBorne to help him. He thought, HellBorne did it to him, maybe HellBorne knew how to undo it. He didn't know HellBorne was dead. He didn't know you lived here. He never thought to ask you for help. He was scared of you. He liked you. He liked you a lot. If you hadn't had Unicorn around, he probably would have become your lover. He really liked you a lot."
"I know he did."
"I think Unicorn scared him more then anything else."
"Are you scared of Unicorn?"
"He's volatile. Kills on a whim. He's a Phooka. Phookas are monsters. You don't make friends with something that wants to eat you."
"He's peaceful, when you get to know him."
"GhoulSpawn wanted to run away. He wouldn't have stayed here. He was just too weak to get to the door. His body is still weak. I can't move it well. I'm forced to stay here. Between you not letting me leave and this body being so weak from ill health, I can't go any where."
"You don't have to go any where. You're welcome to stay here."
"He went mad."
"You were eating his brain. Madness is a symptom of having one's brain eaten by a parasite."
"Said one Elf eating Thullid to the other."
"Speaking of eating things, I'm hungry and I know you must be, you haven't eaten anything since GhoulSpawn died. We should go inside and see if our chef wants to cook us breakfast. Besides, I need to go check on him. Make sure he hasn't been stung to death by bees."
"You're not gonna let me leave, are you?"
"No. I'm not. So you might as well get used to staying here."
This novel was originally written on: 2012
This page last updated on: April 04, 2017
What do you want to become?
What did you do today to step closer to that goal?
Whatever you do, be your best at it!
And remember to have yourself a great and wonderfully glorious day!
Evil men go out of their way to try to drive a person to suicide.
Are you an evil man?
Are you sure you're not?
How many people have YOUR hate filled words killed?
Next time you go to do a mean thing to a fellow human, stop and really think about the consequences of your actions.
Did you ever notice how every one has a story to tell about me, yet not one of them ever speaks the truth?
What lies has YOUR gossiping tongue spread about me?
Did you know...
October 16, 2006, bomb blew up my house because of YOUR lies.
August 8, 2013, the house which replaced the one the bomb blew up, was driven over by a backhoe.
November 14, 2013, my 8 month old infant son was murdered because of your lies.
November 14, 2013, I was beaten up, paralized for 5 months, spent 18 weeks relearning to walk, I'm now crippled for the rest of my life, because of YOUR lies.
Are you proud of what you have done?
Enjoy your eternity in Hell. You earned it. You've certainly worked hard for it.
If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322