How dare you come into another wizard's home like this!" roared Finderu angrily.
"You should have checked into your son-in-law’s business transaction better before allowing him to marry your daughter." Quaraun smiled wickedly. "Oh, but you forgot to do that didn't you? I wonder what could have caused that? It was another thing Kelim asked for. That I put an enchantment on you as well. Did I neglect to tell you that? Did you forget how quickly you stopped hating Pixies? You used to kill Pixies. And then all of a sudden, you let your daughter marry one? Haha! I'm sorry Finderu, but you've been under my control for a long time now. You are nothing but yet another puppet to the puppet master."
"You will not take my daughter, no matter what her husband did. You don't play fair, Quaraun."
"Life's not fair."
“Everyone knows what happened to you, Quaraun. Your lover’s death was not my fault. I had nothing to do with it. You know that.”
“I know the Guild does everything you command. Without question. Had the Guild not turned on him, BoomFuzzy would still be alive. His death is every bit your fault.”
“This is madness. You can’t go around killing every body who ever disliked that damned Phooka.”
“I can. And I will. No one on this planet, who ever hated BoomFuzzy is going to live.”
“Everyone hated him. He was a rapist and a murderer. The world is glad he’s dead.”
“I’m not. I loved him. And you hated him.”
“He was a Necromancer.”
“And now, so am I.”
"Quaraun. You were a guild member. One of us! You know the laws regulating magic. The dark arts are forbidden."
"Guilds and their regulations are over rated."
"We worked together, Quaraun! You were peaceful. You abhorred violence. You couldn’t even pick a damned flower, you were so scared of hurting it. What the hell has happened to you?The Elf I knew would never do something like this!"
"You've lost your freaking mind!"
"That does seem to be the going opinion. They don't call me Quaraun the Insane for nothing, you know."
"Quaraun what has happened to you?"
"You know what happened."
"Just because the Lich Lords killed your family, your clan, your people, it is no reason to turn to dark magic like this."
"How's the saying go? There's nothing more dangerous than a man with nothing left to lose?"
Quaraun clenched the Elf Eater’s black obsidian dagger tighter.
"Quaraun, put down that evil cursed weapon, it belonged to the Elf-Eater of Pepper Valley, it's vile powers have possessed you.”
“It scream with the blood of Gibedon. It wants more blood.”
“You don't have to do this."
"Oh, on the contrary, I have no choice to do anything but. And the moon has risen." Quaraun pointed to the window, where the moonlight streamed through. "You owe me interest, Finderu. That was in the contract too."
"Kelim is foolish, he did not read that contract, you admitted as much. You damned DiJinn! You’re all alike. Tricksters."
"Oh yes. And when he didn't read the first one, I knew he'd come back, want it changed, and not read the second one either. I was banking on it."
"Oh, that fact is well established. Tell your people to move. I'm here for the girl, not them, but that won't stop me from taking anyone and everyone who stands in my way."
Quaraun motioned his hand toward the crowd of cowering Fae whom had pushed Ofeliah to the centre on them, them circling around her to hide her from the Pink Necromancer.
"If you do not give me the girl, you'll all die instead."
"You can't kill us all Quaraun. You're just one Elf. You're not yet that powerful, nor that evil. You can't even stand the sight of blood."
"Hmmm...perhaps, but then again, I don't do my own killing either. The Obsidian Dagger is not the only thing I got from the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley."
"Do your worst we will fight you."
"Me? Haha! I’m a Necromancer, Finderu. You think I have do any fighting for myself. Silly Faeriie. It’s not me you'll have to fight. I won't kill you and your people, Finderu. I have no taste for blood remember? I faint. I still do. That hasn’t changed. I've never killed anyone. I have undead minions now to kill for me."
Quaraun reached into his bag and pulled out another glass bottle, this one containing a swirling shimmering slime green goo.
Finderu laughed. "You intend to kill us with an alchemy potion, you're crazier then I thought, Quaraun, that won't hurt us, we are Faeries, alchemy has little effect on us."
Quaraun flashed a horrible evil grin.
"Oh, Finderu, shame on you, did you forget my speciality?I’m a Di’Jinn. I'm a master at art of bags of holding, in many shapes and forms. This is not a potion, as it appears. In spite of it's size, it's much, much, MUCH bigger on the inside. I build bottles that are bigger on the inside. This is a genie bottle...a phylactery."
"A genie bottle! A genie bottle for a Lich! Are you saying you have a Lich under your control?"
“I have 13 Liches under my control. I built the Lich Lords.”
“You wouldn’t dare release the Lich Lords on us.”
"Do you really want to test me to find out?"
"You are not taking my daughter or anyone else in this room."
"Is that your final answer?" Quaraun uncorked the bottle. A black miasmeous vapour began to pour out of it. "Pity, I didn't want to do it this way."
"That is no Lich..."
"No, it's the dragon of Fire Mountain. I told you I had more then just his dagger."
"The drag...Fire Mount...But that's a DracoLich!"
"Yes. It's the DracoLich of Pepper Valley. Isn't she beautiful? You’re about to be eaten by a dragon Finderu. You’re whole town is dragon food now."
The mist grew, gathering at the centre of the room, growing bigger and bigger, forming into the massive black form of a skeletal undead, zombie-like dragon, it's decaying body, shimmering a glint steely grey. It grew, growing out through the walls and ceiling, leaving Finderu's grand house in shattered splitters of remains. Upon seeing the house fall, the Faeries, thinking they were free, began to run, but Quaraun's spell held fast and they remained trapped in the circle. While the terrified Fae watched as the massive monster unfolded before them, Quaraun waved his hands, and two glowing orbs formed, one around Kelim, the other around Ofeliah.
"I need you two alive," Quaraun explained to them, though his quiet voice was lost amid the tumultuous screams, as the mountain sized DracoLich, now fully materialized, swooped down on the guests to gobble most of them up in one swift gulp. Quaraun sat down on the floor and began polishing his dagger, humming a song, and ignoring and not watching the carnage that was going on around him. After a few minutes, the screams had vanished and the DracoLich came to rest beside Quaraun. He reached over and petted her large snout.
"Finished?" He asked the undead dragon.
The dragon stood up and nodded.
"Good girl." Quaraun reopened the bottle. "Back you go."
The DracoLich transformed once again to a vaporous mist and drifted back into it's tiny bottle, which Quaraun placed back in the pink beaded heart shaped bag on his belt. He then stood up and turned to Kelim and Ofelia, who were still frozen, motionless, within their orbs. Quaraun completely ignored the bloody remains, a few scattered bones, heads, and appendages, which was all that was left of Finderu and his guests. He wouldn't even look to that side of the room. Quaraun was only able to live with the things he did, so long as he did not have to think of the things he did not see.
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What did you do today to step closer to that goal?
Whatever you do, be your best at it!
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