Demons of Labyrinth
Disclaimer:
I do not own rights to any of the characters in this fanfiction, which I wrote in tribute
to the Jim Henson Productions film Labyrinth back in 1987. That movie and its characters
are property of the Jim Henson Company.
BEGINNINGS
"I can make all your dreams come true . . . ."
Lightning crackled ominously overhead as the king of the goblins strode to his castle, alone. Goblins scattered through the shadows of the fortress, fearful of disturbing their raging master. Jareth shoved out of his way any unfortunate subject he could find. Oh Sarah, how could you refuse me?
"Piece of cake . . . ."
Alone in the world of the Labyrinth, truly alone was Jareth. Even Toby had been taken away from him. The king of the goblins had been defeated by a mere slip of a girl . . . woman. Oh, Sarah.
"You have no power over me . . . ."
Jareth sat down in his cold stone chair at the center of the castle. One small goblin, braver than the rest, brought over a dead rat to amuse the king. Jareth wrinkled his nose with revulsion and flung it out the door along with the last of his nearby subjects.
"You have no power over me . . . ."
Sarah, Sarah . . . . Jareth stood up and shouted his frustration to the cruel, empty heavens.
"Noooooooooo . . . ."
Then the king of the goblins slumped down in the darkness and a sight that none in the Labyrinth would have believed possible took place. Jareth cried.
