Mist and Shadows in The Swamp of Death
🌸{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸

Mist and Shadows in The Swamp of Death

🌸{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸

The swamp lay shrouded in thick mist, the air heavy with the scent of decay and ancient secrets. Gnarled trees twisted their way out of the murky waters, their roots forming grotesque shapes that seemed to reach out for any who dared to pass by. The full moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting an eerie glow over the scene. The twisted forms of ancient creatures moved silently beneath the surface, their presence felt more than seen.

Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn navigated through the swamp, their breaths visible in the cold air.

Quaraun, draped in his resplendent pink silk robes, led the way, his cane tapping softly on the spongy ground.

BoomFuzzy, his blind eyes clouded, held tightly to Quaraun’s arm, while GhoulSpawn, towering and bulky, followed closely, his cloven hooves sinking into the wet earth.

The Lich King, BoomFuzzy, King Gwallmaiic, was weakened, as he often was. His Lichly powers waning as they often did.

“Why have you become so weak?” GhoulSpawn asked. “I thought Liches were all powerful.”

“Nay.” BoomFuzzy shook his head, his dreadlocks bouncing as he did. “I am immortal. Kill me and I come back. Over and over again. But I still get sick. Injured. Wounded. Just like I were alive. I die. And I come back. I do no get younger. I were an old man when I died. I come back an old man. I age. I grow old. And I die again. I die. Wait a day or two or three, and I alive again. That the reality of being a Lich. It ain’t like that tuttie-fruitie dumb ass fantasy you read in your novels.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Fantasy novel,” GhoulSpawn stated.

“I did not say there was!” BoomFuzzy retorted. “I just saying, ain’t none of them authors ever met a real Lich. They make us out to be all powerful mages who spent centuries turning ourselves into Liches with dark magic. And that ain’t how it works. Being a Lich is how the jackass powers that be, get their fucking jollies off punishing people who commit suicide, by forcing us to keep coming back alive and reliving the shitty lives we killed ourselves to get away from. I was sick when I died. I come back to life sick again. I killed myself to get rid of the fucking pain, and keep coming back to life, to live through the damned pain again!”

“I’m sorry.” GhoulSpawn didn’t know what else to say.

Quaraun patted GhoulSpawn on the shoulder.

“He’s not mad at you,” Quaraun said. “He had a belly wound. It got infected. He was dying. Suffering in agony. He lingered for weeks. There wasn’t a cure. I left him alone. I was coming back. I should have been gone only a few hours. Evil people, did evil things. I was trapped. For weeks. He was alone too long. He didn’t have anyone to take care of him. He didn’t want to suffer alone anymore. I resurrected him. I didn’t know what it would do to him. I was trying to help him.”

Quaraun stopped walking.

“You are weak?” he asked BoomFuzzy.

“Aye,” BoomFuzzy answered. “I near the end of the cycle again.”

“What cycle?” GhoulSpawn asked. “Quaraun, what’s he talking about? What’s going on?”

“The souls I collect,” Quaraun explained. “I put them in Unicorn. It keeps him young. Healthy. If I stop, he starts aging again. His health fails. It used to be he could go years between needing new souls. He needs more souls, more often now.”

“Is he gonna… die?”

“Yes. He always does. We try to be in a place… where we can be isolated for a few days. So no one buries him. Or worse. Burns him.”

“You… you have to watch him die?”

“Yes. I stay with him. Every time. He dies. And I keep his body safe, until he comes back.”

“How often does this happen?”

“A few times a year.”

“A few… every year?”

“Every year. For three hundred years. I didn’t used to be a necromancer. I became one after he died. I want to end this nightmare of undeath he lives through. There has to be a way to help him. To end his eternity of suffering. We have to find a safe place to set up camp soon. He’s vulnerable until it happens.”

As they ventured deeper into the swamp, the mist thickened, and the temperature dropped.

The full moon’s glow illuminated the twisted forms of ancient creatures lurking beneath the surface.

BoomFuzzy shuddered, trembling as he sensed the malevolent entities surrounding them.

A sudden movement in the water caught GhoulSpawn’s eye, and he gasped, his yellow eyes wide with terror.

“Quaraun… I … I… think we should leave this place. There’s something… something not… not right here,” he stuttered, his voice shaking.

Before Quaraun could respond, the water around BoomFuzzy rippled violently.

Under the eerie glow of a full moon, the ancient swamp stirred with a sinister life of its own. Thick, ghostly fog clung to the twisted trees and hung low over the murky waters, muffling the sounds of the night. From the depths of the mud, gnarled claws emerged, breaking the surface with a sickening squelch. These creatures, remnants of a forgotten age, dragged themselves upward, their bodies slick with muck and decay.

Spectral hands, cold and clammy, emerged from the depths, latching onto BoomFuzzy with a relentless grip. They pulled at him, their ghostly voices whispering.

“You do not belong among the living,” they said. “Come back to the land of the dead. You are not one of them.”

“The Swamp of Death,” Quaraun gasped. “How did we walk into it without seeing it?” Panic seized him. BoomFuzzy’s soul had been trapped here before. It had not been easy to break him free. They wanted him back. No soul escaped the Swamp of Death.

Their eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, pierced through the fog as they surveyed their surroundings.

“You belong with us,” the lost souls cried, as they clutched BoomFuzzy’s ankles.

Each movement was deliberate, a slow and painful crawl as they pulled their grotesque forms free from the swamp’s grasp.

“Come!”

The air was thick with the stench of rot and the whispers of ancient curses, as if the very land mourned their return.

The swamp was alive with an unsettling croaks and whispers as the full moon cast its ghostly light over the landscape. The fog swirled thickly, obscuring the path ahead, when suddenly, a blood-curdling scream shattered the stillness.

GhoulSpawn, paralyzed with terror, could only watch as the scene unfolded.

These spectral beings, with their elongated limbs and twisted features, seemed to blend with the shadows, becoming one with the night. As they gathered at the water’s edge, the full moon cast an unholy light upon them, revealing the true horror of their existence.

They were the guardians of the swamp, bound to its dark heart, and on this night, they had risen once more to reclaim their domain.

BoomFuzzy’s face twisted in fear, his strength waning as the spirits tried to drag him into the swamp’s depths.

“Quaraun! Help me!” he cried, his voice filled with desperation.

From the murky depths, the ancient swamp creatures had emerged, their gnarled claws sinking into the flesh of the unfortunate traveller. His eyes wide with terror, he thrashed and screamed; the sound echoing through the night. The mud clung to him, pulling him down with a relentless grip, as if the swamp itself had come alive to claim him.

GhoulSpawn stood paralyzed, eyes locked on the horrific scene, unable to move or even cry out.

Quaraun sprang into action. His heart pounded in his chest as he lunged forward, the cane swinging wildly. The wood cracked against the creatures’ slick, decaying bodies with a sickening thud, but they did not relent.

“Hold on!” Quaraun shouted, his voice hoarse with desperation.

He grabbed BoomFuzzy’s arm, pulling with all his might, but the swamp creatures were stronger. The mud bubbled and gurgled, sucking BoomFuzzy deeper with each passing second. Quaraun’s cane struck again and again, the sound of wood against bone echoing through the fog.

Quaraun’s blue eyes blazed with fury as he took in the sight of his beloved husband being dragged away.

“How dare you try to take him from me!” he roared, his voice echoing through the swamp.

He raised his cane; the moonlight reflecting off the gold-plated prosthetic gloves that encased his hands.

BoomFuzzy’s screams grew more frantic, his eyes pleading for help as the mud rose to his chest, then his neck.

The old Moon Elf gritted his teeth, his muscles straining, but it was no use. The swamp creatures, with their glowing eyes and twisted forms, were relentless. With one final, heart-wrenching scream, the swamp creatures pulled BoomFuzzy under the mud, swallowing him whole.

“No!” Quaraun wailed.

The old Moon Elf fell to his knees, his cane slipping from his grasp as he stared at the spot where BoomFuzzy had disappeared. The swamp was silent once more, the fog closing in around them as if nothing had happened. The only sound was Quaraun’s ragged breathing and the distant croak of a frog, a haunting reminder of the night’s horrors.

With a swift, desperate motion, Quaraun unleashed his necromantic power, the air crackling with dark energy. The spirits recoiled, their ghostly forms trembling under the force of his wrath. Quaraun’s presence grew more terrifying, his power radiating through the misty air.

The old Moon Elf, his eyes now glowing with an unearthly light, stood tall amidst the swirling fog. With a swift motion, he unleashed his necromantic power; the air crackling with dark energy. The spirits of the swamp recoiled, their ghostly forms trembling under the force of his wrath. His presence grew more terrifying, his power radiating through the misty air like a dark beacon.

He raised his cane, now a conduit for his formidable magic, and chanted ancient incantations. The ground beneath him shuddered as dead logs and twisted roots stirred.

With a guttural roar, the necromancer summoned these remnants of the swamp, dead logs floating in the muck, transforming them into monstrous undead trees. Their branches twisted and gnarled, lashing out at the swamp creatures with a vengeance.

The swamp creatures, once bold in their pursuit, now cowered before Quaraun’s might. His voice, laced with dark magic, commanded them to release BoomFuzzy.

“You shall not take him. He is mine,” Quaraun declared, his tone brooking no argument.

The creatures, caught off guard, screeched in fury as the Necromancer’s undead trees struck them down, their limbs snapping like brittle bones.

The necromancer’s power surged, the air thick with the scent of decay and the sound of splintering wood. The trees moved with a life of their own, their roots tearing through the mud to ensnare the swamp creatures, holding them at bay.

Seizing the moment, Quaraun lunged forward, his cane now a weapon of dark magic. He grabbed BoomFuzzy’s arm, pulling with all his might. The mud resisted, but the necromancer’s determination was relentless.

GhoulSpawn, his initial terror now replaced by a surge of conviction, sprang into action. His heart pounded in his chest as he leaped forward, his hands reaching out to grasp the mud-covered Lich.

The Necromancer, still radiating dark energy, nodded in approval, his focus unwavering.

Together, they pulled with all their might; the living mud resisting their efforts. The swamp creatures, still held at bay by The Pink Necromancer’s undead trees, screeched in frustration.

The air thick with the sounds of battle — the crack of branches, the hiss of dark magic, and the desperate grunts of the two friends as they fought to save their companion.

With a final, desperate heave, they dragged BoomFuzzy free from the swamp’s grasp.

The spectral hands loosened their grip, retreating into the murky depths from whence they came.

With a final, mighty heave, they dragged BoomFuzzy free from the swamp’s grasp. He collapsed onto solid ground, gasping for breath, his body trembling with exhaustion and fear.

GhoulSpawn, still shaking, moved to help steady him. 

BoomFuzzy collapsed into Quaraun’s arms, trembling and weak, but safe.

BoomFuzzy’s body covered in mud, his breathing shallow, but he was alive. The necromancer’s undead minions continued to battle the swamp creatures, their eerie forms illuminated by the ghostly moonlight. The old man, his power still crackling around him, stood protectively over BoomFuzzy, ready to face whatever horrors the swamp might unleash next.

The three friends, covered in mud and sweat, huddled together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The fog swirled around them, but for a moment, they felt a sense of safety. They clung to each other, their hearts pounding in unison, grateful to have escaped the swamp’s deadly clutches.

The necromancer’s power waned, the undead trees slowly returning to their lifeless state, but the immediate danger had passed.

The full moon’s light bathed the swamp in an otherworldly glow as Quaraun glared into the darkness, ensuring no creature dared challenge him again. The mist lifted, and the oppressive atmosphere eased, though the memory of the encounter lingered.

Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn resumed their journey, the swamp now silent and still.

The power of the Pink Necromancer had been revealed, and even the ancient creatures of the swamp knew better than to cross him. As they left the eerie swamp behind, the full moon continued to watch over them, a silent witness to their trials and triumphs.

Quaraun, his eyes still glowing faintly, placed a reassuring hand on each of his friends’ shoulders.

“We made it,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of relief and exhaustion.

The three of them hugged tightly, their bond strengthened by the harrowing ordeal they had just survived.

The swamp, now silent and still, seemed to acknowledge their victory, the fog parting slightly to reveal a path forward.

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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