The Destroyer of Worlds
Count Bleck stood in the middle of his room, which followed the rest of Castle Bleck's black pattern. He was just standing there, eye closed, deep in thought, his normally grinning face stuck in a frown. He held his sceptre in one of his hands, the other one was free. One thought was in his mind; his love, Timpani. Her beautiful orange hair, flowing down to below her shoulders, her emerald green eyes sparkling in the light. He sighed; he loved her more than anything. But now she was gone, banished by her father, most likely dead. He clenched his fist; immense anger toward his father, and extreme sadness for Timpani's fate, attacked his mind every single day.
'Like two soaring dragons performing a mating ritual...'
Count Bleck shook his head; he was beginning to think like Dimentio. That wasn't good.
He took off his monocle, his tall, white top hat, his sceptre, and his multicoloured cape and put them away, staring at his reflection. He wasn't what you would call normal. Dark blue skin covered his body, which was actually very normal for his people, the Tribe of Darkness. What wasn't normal was his body itself. He had a glowing, yellow and red eye on his left side, the other of which was normally covered by his monocle. His mouth was a distorted, red, Jack-O-Lantern-esque thing on his face, which was usually locked in a creepy grin. Not right now though. The rest of his body was completely...invisible. He had no visible arms, legs, feet, hands, etc, or at least when he wore his cape. Now, you could see something feint and black, but not much.
Looking at himself, the esteemed Count sighed. 'Blehhh...' he muttered. 'Count Bleck looks nothing like before...' He always spoke in third-person nowadays, unlike before he had become as he was now. He remembered Timpani; love was the only thing keeping him even remotely normal now. That was his only hold on sanity. The Dark Prognosticus had completely taken him over, and he wasn't normal anymore; he was no longer Lord Blumiere, prince of the Tribe of Darkness.
He sighed once more, his heart sinking, sadness taking him over again. He remembered Timpani...and then he remembered his father, and what he had done. Anger instantly replaced the sadness. He clenched his fists tightly, the rage boiling over, combined with his insanity. 'BAH! Count Bleck spat with disgust!' he monologued. 'All of these worlds are useless to Count Bleck! They would be better off not existing! After they Void swallows all...' His voice turned sombre, remembering his fate. 'All worlds will be destroyed, and Count Bleck will die. All worlds...will be left in ruin, by Count Bleck!' He suddenly felt giddy, thinking about the justice that the worlds would be served. 'Bleh heh heh heh!' he laughed oddly. 'BLECK!'
He stopped. Looking in the mirror again, he remembered Timpani, and her never ending love for Lord Blumiere. 'Would Timpani...love Blumiere...if she saw what he was now...?'
'No...'
Count Bleck nodded upon hearing the words of the Dark Prognosticus. 'No...Timpani would not love Blumiere...'
'You are not Blumiere anymore...'
He sighed. 'No...Blumiere is gone. Now I am only Count Bleck...destroyer of all worlds...'