Act I
Within the castle's walls, in the chamber of where the throne was placed, a figure as white as snow, stood covered in a robe of night and day. On one arm, was the sun. The other with a moon. Both arms stretched outwards with a thin sheet of paper vertically held by each of the hand's five finger tips. The paper was no more than a foot, but it trembled within the figure's hand. A voice boomed down from the throne, "Call forth my son, and his cousin." The figure with haste, coughed once then said out loud, "Young Brother Blood & Cryptic Kitchen, you have been summoned at once!"
A moment later, two figures, also dressed in robes, came forth into the chamber. They were both very white, but not as white as the one who called them there. Their robes however, did not carry the sun nor a moon. Instead, they were black. Obsidian black, in fact. They both walked in unision, stopped thirty feet from the throne. Kneeled down, bowing their heads. The figure next to the throne, cleared his throat once more, and told them to rise. Doing so, they stood patiently waiting for what was to come.
The one on the throne, was not easy to see. Covered in shadow, only the white of his eyes could be seen. His voice boomed once again, within the chamber echoed. "Yasmin's light is dying. I fear that her time will soon arrive. Our sacrifice has, I am afraid to say, been in vain.. I have summoned you both, because I need the two of you to travel with quick pace to Yasmin's Star as to, dare I say, deconstruct her presence. Her suffrage has withstood itself for far too long. For without energy, she has depleted herself nearly dried. We must allow her to greet death with grace. Cryptic Kitchen, your father has already stationed himself there with her and begun the process. My son, Young Brother Blood, you will take her fruitless corpse, cater it towards the nearest star's sun and place her there."
The two of them nodded in agreement and left. Making their way down a long hallway, that if you looked at it from the outside, was in the shape of a glass dragon. Once at the end of it, where the mouth was, Cryptic Kitchen tapped twice on the glass, said the words, "Location: Star of Yasmin". The dragon then took a life of its own. Detaching itself from the castle it was perched upon, it roared with loud significance. It's clear glass coat, then transformed to a color of metallic. It's huge body was then launched at full speed into the obsidian sea, leaving the planet known as Penumbra.
When they reached the Star of Yasmin, the dragon wrapped itself around a small mountain with its tail on the ground and it's chin upon the peak. Opening its mouth, the two inside walked out and were greeted by a white entity. "It's about time the two of you showed". It said upon their arrival. "Apologies, Father. We were just informed by our lord". Cryptic Kitchen said as he and Young Brother Blood walked past him to where a rotting tree was resting. There was a huge hole in the center of it's trunk. Placing his hands on the tree, Cryptic Kitchen looked down inside, a woman, also white, struggling to climb from the inside. He grabbed hold of a branch with one hand then reached down and took the woman's arm, with a heave he pulled her out and pushed her into the arms of Young Brother Blood.
She winced in pain, as Young Brother Blood picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He took her over to where the dragon's head rested. Opening it's mouth, he threw her inside. She cried out in pain once again. He then turned to his Uncle, gave him a nod then walked inside. Cryptic Kitchen followed shortly behind. His father had a message for him, "The two of you are to make your way back to the castle after dropping her body off into the sun. We found another star far from here that is chalked full of energy. Unfortunately, Yasmin won't be able to make such a long journey. But, take care and hurry back. We have to celebrate our new Lord". With a bow of respect, Cryptic Kitchen hurried to the dragon, tapped twice on the metallic coat and said the words, "Location: Star of One-Eight-Seven". The dragon detaching itself once more, lifted up and launched itself toward it's new destination.
They were nearly to the Star of One-Eight-Seven when Yasmin spoke up, "I feel something. It isn't strong but it is of some energy source." "Shut the fuck up you old bitch!" Young Brother Blood said while laughing. Cryptic Kitchen on the other hand, knew that in these parts of the outer space, there were no sources of energy. But, curiosity got the best of him. "What do you feel and are you able to pinpoint its location?" He asked of her. "Not by much dearie, but it is close. It feels like an ancient energy source. I wonder if it could be, cha-" "Sidebar!" Young Brother Blood shouted, drowning out whatever she was about to say.
"A'iight so listen Cryptic, this bitch is bat shit. You gonna tell me that my Pop's, the ol' wise one, is wrong about when this cunt's time is up? Nah. I don't believe it. This broad is tryin to make a comeback!" Looking over at her, he shouted, "Your second wind is up! The act is over. You're fucking done son, ya done!" "Wait, wait, wait, Brother Blood, what if she's got something?" Cryptic Kitchen whispered. "Nah. No way! Pop's is never wrong." Young Brother Blood countered. "Yeah, no shit, Blood. But how the fuck would he foresee that we would encounter an energy source out here in no fucking where?" Just then they heard a small bump on the metallic dragon. "What was that?" Cryptic Kitchen asked. At the same time as he was asking that, Young Brother Blood in a panic said, "What the shit?!" Yasmin went on to say something but both Cryptic Kitchen & Young Brother Blood snapped at her to keep quiet.
Cryptic Kitchen tapped on the metal twice and said, "Entry Log: Active." A screen glitched on the wall of where was tapped. Cryptic Kitchen placed his hand on the wall and turned his palm counterclockwise. He stopped right on the time that an image flashed and showed a small object hitting and getting lodged inside the dragon's teeth. "What in the fuck is that?" Young Brother Blood asked. "I don't know" Cryptic Kitchen answered. Yasmin spoke up, "that's the energy source." They both turned to her and then back at each other. "Nothing is supposed to be out here. It is literally just, space." Cryptic Kitchen said in disbelief. Then followed up with, "Never has there been debri in this part of the dimension.
Young Brother Blood listening to him, retrieved the object while Cryptic Kitchen spoke. In his hand, lied an iced over object. "It feels like a finger or something... I'm also feeling... a faint...heartbeat?" Yasmin spoke up, "let me see it dearie." Placing it in her hand, she covered it up with both of her hands. "Let me see if I can warm it. This could be my comeback after all and the Brother Man won't have to let me die." Under Young Brother Blood's breath, Cryptic Kitchen could hear him say in harsh tones, "And fuck me up as the heir to the throne. Fuck that!" A sly grin came over Cryptic Kitchen.
Yasmin was then rubbing the object and was speaking to it softly as to wake it up. A moment later, "Ah! The iceyness has passed dearie's, let us see what this creature has to say, if it can even speak at all." She removed the hand that was placed on top, looked at the object, then covered it up once more in a panic. "What wrong? What is it?" Cryptic Kitchen asked worried. Yasmin quickly placed the object on the ground in front of them both. Looked up at their faces, waited for them to see for themselves. Young Brother Blood, in quite a commotion yelled, "IT'S A FUCKING PENIS!".