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The vision blurred in front of the medium-sized man known as Dimentio as he brought his gloved his hands up to his face.
Wait. Face?
Dimentio's eyes widened as he touched his face lightly. Sure enough, the black and white mask so often worn by the jester was torn from its usual place. With an uneasy sigh, he stood up and took in his surroundings.
Dark trees loomed over him, and the sky was filled with an eerie purple glow. Mossy paved road lead a path up to a giant orange fountain ahead of him. Beyond the fountain he couldn't see, but the fountain seemed to be glowing with unbelievable power. Part of his mind began plotting how he could harness that power, but he shoved the thoughts out of his head as he dusted himself off and began walking towards the fountain.
"Oh, are you new here?" A raspy voice called from behind him.
Dimentio stifled a gasp and spun around, startled. "Ah… yes. Where am I, exactly?"
The figure in front of him eyed him warily. "The Underwhere. It's were we all go when our games end." A thick black spiked collar was around the figure's neck. It had sharp teeth and dark skin. Dimentio assumed it was a male. "How did your game come to an end? Mine was a Goomba…" it sighed.
"Just a silly miscalculation." Dimentio waved the question off. "How do I get out of here?"
"Get out?" The figure laughed. "You're funny… the only way you can leave the Underwhere is if you are worthy to go to the Overthere. But… good luck with that. Queen Jaydes is choosy."
"Overthere?"
"Yes. It's a beautiful place where the purest souls reside once their games end." He sighed longingly. "How I wish I could go there… even the apples are better there."
Dimentio thought for a moment. "So how do you get to the Overthere?"
"Well you have to go to see Queen Jaydes. She will tell you if you're worthy to go to the Overthere. But if you're not, you're stuck here… forever."
Dimentio pondered the thought for a moment. Forever. How long was forever? How long would he wait to get his revenge? Would he wait forever? What happens when forever was over?
"Anyway, we should probably take you to the Queen, unless you have some other things you want to do before you hear your eternal fate."
Dimentio snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the creature. "I'm ready to go," he said.
The creature nodded his head but hesitated before he started walking. Dimentio followed him, smoothing his cloak as he walked.
"Hey, what's your name?" The creature glanced over his shoulder at Dimentio.
"Me? I am Dimentio." He almost added on, 'charming magician', but held his tongue. He wasn't exactly worthy of being called a charming magician after that embarrassing defeat.
"Dimentio, eh? I'm Blasphemious. I've been here for about… 400 years. I've taken a liking to escorting newbies to the Queen herself, but I'm not quite up there with her servants. I guess you could say it's busy work. It's nice to see new faces though, ya know? Everything here is old news to me, though I'm not near as old as most of the other people here." Blasphemious nodded his head to himself. "I like being of use. Sometimes I just feel like I'd end my aftergames right now if I could. That's what time does to you, I suppose."
Dimentio focused on his dark shoes clicking on the ground as he followed behind the creature. Would he end up like this sad guy? Escorting new aftergamers to Her Majesty like a lap dog? The thought that his games had ended still seemed foreign to him. Of course his games weren't over. He still had tomorrow to crush the Count and his minions.
…didn't he?
"And so that's when I told her, 'Look, Marley, I know you can't contain your feelings, I'm pretty sexy. But I have a wife and kids at home. It just won't work.' But I'm telling you, she just didn't quit." Blasphemious prattled on as they trudged forward. Dimentio gazed at the purple sky above him and the bare trees looming over the pair. The air was warm and sticky, and his hair stuck to his forehead. It felt weird not wearing his signature mask, and he wondered where it was.
"So, a fine lad like you must have had quite the girl, right?" Blasphemious said, wiggling his eyebrows at Dimentio.
Dimentio thought a moment. Girls in his life? There was Mimi… regardless of how charming she was, she bugged the crap out of him. Nastasia, who lusted after the Count every day and night. The Princess, who was beautiful, but far too feisty and headstrong for his tastes.
"Romantic relationships fail to spark my interest," he finally responded, clearing his head of the people whose games still went on. They were probably sitting together having tea under a willow tree, giggling and brushing their hair. The thought sickened him.
"Yes, yes, I thought the same thing. Until the day I saw her." He sighed blissfully. "The most beautiful Nimbi I'd seen in my aftergame days."
"Your wife?" Dimentio asked flatly, uninterested.
"No, my wife isn't a Nimbi. I was talking about the Princess. She's such a beauty. She never gives any boy the time of day though. It's such a shame, for her beauty to be put to waste."
Dimentio thought a moment. "What is a Nimbi?"
"They're the creatures from the Overthere. All very beautiful, but the fairest of them all is the Princess. She's the daughter or King Grambi and Queen Jaydes."
"Ah," Dimentio responded.
"We're almost there." Blasphemious turned around and grinned at Dimentio. "When you do go there, I wish you the best of luck as far as making it to the Overthere."
Dimentio nodded absentmindedly. The truth was, he actually felt slightly nervous about seeing the Queen. This would determine how he spent the rest of eternity. Or, at least until he could get the hell out of this place.
Blasphemious lead him through a dark purple door. Ahead of him there was a giant white castle, with red stone pillars lining its entrance. A few creatures scurried past the duo. They looked like humanoid dogs, with purple skin and black eyes.
"Those are Her Majesty's D-Men. Basically her lap-dogs and top class servants. However, their ranks are better than ours and they get away with so much more than we do. They get to live in the castle, too." Blasphemious pouted lightly. This guy sure was immature for someone with a wife and kids.
"Where exactly do you live in this place?" Dimentio wondered aloud.
"Well, there is a neighborhood south of here. The living conditions aren't that good though. Not a good place to raise kids."
"Does everyone here look alike?" Dimentio asked him.
"No. Not everyone does. You don't look like me, if that's what you're wondering. You look human. The D-Men do look strikingly similar to each other though. It's odd." Blasphemious chatted as they approached the castle. The door was guarded by two D-Men. They growled as Blasphemious and Dimentio approached them, their teeth yellow and sharp. Just like a dog, Dimentio thought.
"Oi! What business do you two lowlifes have with the castle, eh?" One of them asked, leaning forward on his black lance.
"Gerard, you know me. I escort them to get their fate." Blasphemious rolled his eyes. "This is Dimentio. He's new here. He wants to hear where he's going. Can't we get through?"
"Well yeah, but Her Majesty is in an important meeting right now. So no intruders for the time being, 'k?" Gerard spoke sharply, glaring at Dimentio.
Dimentio kept his face even. He wasn't used to feeling as naked as he did without his mask. "Say, Blasphemious. Have you seen a mask anywhere around here?"
"A mask? I'm afraid not. Did you have one?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'll keep an eye open for it, and if I find it I'll bring it to you." Blasphemious turned to Gerard. "Will the Queen be long? I don't want to stand around all day. I have a wife and kids to go home to!"
Gerard snorted. "Beats me. But Her Majesty said it was a very important meeting, so who knows how long it'll be? I hear a rumor going around it's about the Princess."
"Really? I wonder if she's here… How I'd love to glimpse her beautiful face." Blasphemious sighed blissfully.
"Oh put a sock in it. What about your wife and kids? You shouldn't be lusting after her, no matter how beautiful she is." Gerard rolled his black eyes.
Blasphemious frowned. "Like you don't fancy her!"
Dimentio sighed and tuned out their bothersome bantering. He looked up at the sky and was again dumbfounded that the four heroes had managed to send him to the depths of the Underwhere. His plan had been flawless. He had spent years planning the demise of the world, years imagining how he would rule over everything and everyone. He had been so sure, so sure he wouldn't be defeated. And then they had to go and ruin everything. The thought angered him, but he didn't feel mad. He was losing his touch. The way he spoke told himself that.
"Dimentio? Dimentiooooo? Anyone there?" Blasphemious waved a hand in front of his face. Dimentio batted it away.
"What?" He asked, smiling as sweetly as he could.
"Well, I was just wondering if—" Blasphemious was cut off as the front door to the castle swung open with a bang, and Gerard was knocked aside as something white blurred past him.
And there, in front of Dimentio, was Queen Jaydes.
