Dimentio. Master of dimensions, pleasure of crowds, a charming magician, and most of all, skilled with magic and mysterious to the toes. He was all that.

That was, until the four heroes came along…

They snapped into the story like four lizards, scampering along with him, the hawk, so easily able to beat them, except he wasn't, because they seemed like lizards from afar and turned out to be gnarly fat dragons growling and destroying any enemy in their path.

And now, because of them, he was a poor displaced hawk in the underwhere, simply shuffling along with its spoiled, greasy feathers sticking out here and there, left with his anger and bitterness as his only consolation in this world. His most valuable power had been snatched away, and he was left with the inability to really do anything.

Well, he hadn't quite lost his power per se, but rather it had been exhausted and drained, and the faucet that filled his magic reservoirs as the sink it was had been dramatically reduced to the size of a marker, when before it had been roughly larger than the size of a pipe.

Dimentio cringed in irritation at these two facts, balling his black, gloved hands into fists under his multicoloured poncho. He was less than happy, less than amused, and the worse part about it was that his fate to whether he was going to the paradise of the Overthere, or was going to be forced to wander the Underwhere was left to a purple woman who put on too much mascara.

All dimentio could really do in this moment is mutter in irritation how close he was to obtaining his goal before he collapsed on a rock and decided to sit with self-pity as his friends for the moment. It was much better than rushing to the obvious fact that he was going to be condemned to this damn, putrid place.

Besides, he could sit here and contemplate on any possible ways to escape, though in the back of his mind (along with the other voices) he could hear one sneer at him that he wasn't ever going to escape his fate, and that he should just accept it.

It was certainly a better idea than going back to the fountain where he would get pestered by that one escort. The freakish thing couldn't shut up, even if it meant a way out of the Underwhere. Dimentio had even threatened him, and the thing still wouldn't back down. Though Dimentio did applaud his efforts at attempting to befriend himself, the thing was like a graceful and rainbow-coloured mosquito, simply asking to be smacked on an arm.

Once again, anger welled up in the Jester. He was that close to making his perfect worlds. Worlds that would be much more fitting than the ones existing, or the current one that he was now destined to roam for all eternity.

In frustration, Dimentio summoned one of his attacks and fired it at a tree, the thing bursting into flames and sparks before shrivelling up and wilting into an unrecognisable hunk of burned wood and ashes.

What good it did to him besides releasing some anger and stress was drain his already low magic, making his attempt to release steam utterly useless as he felt more anger well up within himself.

"Good Grambi. The only thing that will make me feel any better is burning this excuse for a Kingdom to the ground along with all its inhabitants. They remind me of overcooked rotting chickens of the undead." He muttered to himself in irritation.

Suddenly, a chill crawled up Dimentio's spine, before a hush fell over the area, the wind being the only thing to break the silence, though it only made the feeling worse. Even if his magic had been reduced to nearly nothing, Dimentio could still recognize when he was being watched.

"It's a pity you have to watch from the bushes, unseen and all. Are you really that self-conscious about how you look?" He snarked, hoping to draw whatever was out there into the light.

As unexpected as it was, Queen Jaydes marched forward with her D-men at her side, her features matching that of an eagle, if there ever was a purple one with massive amounts of eye shadow masking its face. Her head stood high on her odd choice of clothing, and she watched everything with a gleaming eye, judgement happening quickly without her even having to try.

Dimentio stood up quickly, attempting to look smooth and collected in his actions. He couldn't deny that he was unnerved by her sudden appearance, or by her presence in general. She was freakishly tall, wore a purple dress with red accents that reminded you of nothing but death, and she ruled over deceased people for Grambi's sake.

Not only that but with a wave of her arm, any sort of soul in her wake could be sent to a life full of agony.

"A pleasure to be in your presence-" Dimentio was suddenly bound by golden rope, causing him to yelp at his displeasure.

"Spare me the theatrics, Jester. I know perfectly who you are, and what you have done in your past life." She spat her words out, almost as if being around him was distasteful to the tongue.

"P-pardon me?" He stumbled over his words, feeling the ropes constrict on him like a snake, making it painful to move or breath. "I don't- ungh! Quite get what you mean!" He cried out as he felt something almost snap in his arms, making him fall to the ground in pain.

"This is the rope of truth. Every time you lie, or send any sort of deception to anyone, it tightens. Watch your words Jester, or just don't speak at all. I have a lot of explaining to do to you." Jaydes snapped.

Dimentio simply groaned in response, wondering why he should even bother breathing if he's already dead before remembering that this place is meant for torment, and it would still be painful for him to not do so.

"You attempted to end all words, have murdered by the countless, and have done other acts of crimes against people and monster alike. Tell me Dimentio, do you really think I'm going to send you to the Overthere?" her words were filled with ice, and they almost returned his mocking gesture.

"Do you take me for a fool? I know my fate." He wheezed, not feeling the constriction loosen any bit, and it was getting hefty for him to breath.

"I suppose not, though some of your actions make me contemplate that thought. Fortunately, I'm not here to discuss whether you're an idiot or not, Dimentio." hearing her say his name just unnerved him ever more. "I'm here to determine where your fate leads you."

He chuckled darkly, before it quickly deflated into a pained and gargled grunt. He knew very well that he wasn't getting gifts for christmas. Hell, he even doubted he would get coal. Whatever was decided for him, it was undecidedly well-deserved. He was sinister, and he was damn proud of it.

"You think that I would simply allow you to wander my kingdom? Someone as wretched and dangerous as you doesn't even deserve to be in my presence as of now, much less any of the beings that might fall victim to your blundering stupidity." she pressed one of her heels to his mask, cracking it slightly.

That just set him in a bad mood, but he couldn't even protest now because her foot had found its way onto his neck, completely blocking his airway. Dimentio squirmed under Jayde's pointed glare, memories beginning to ebb back into his mind. Previous, long forgotten incidents involving him and his father seeped back up like the water in the moss beneath himself. He could feel his father's large, burly fingers curl around his small neck when he had merely messed up on his magic practices as a child.

No.

Dimentio's vision began to blur slightly, when suddenly he felt his lungs finally refill themselves with air, causing him to gag and cough in pain. He could feel bial come up from his stomach, before burning in his throat, making him choke as it also found its way into his nose.

"I have a much better idea as punishment for you, 'Master of Dimensions'" She mocked his title he had created for himself, before picking him up by the rope and unveiling her cape. The ground beneath them shook, before a black portal opened.

"You're going to be sent to a dimension where souls just as wicked, or even worse go. Though I do believe you deserve more torment, this place is fitting enough, as those 'brave' souls that have gone in before you haven't ever made it back, or there for that matter."

Dimentio took what she told him with a grain of salt, wishing that he could just burn the woman then and there. She had gone and cracked his mask, demeaned him, choked him and reminded him of his past abuse, and had even gone as far as to mock his self-entitled name. He was definitely not in the happiest moods.

"I think it could be fitting, seeing as your magic is so weak. The creatures there don't take kindly to your type. Farewell Jester, and I hope your torment lasts as much as your pride does." She briefly removed the ropes, before shoving him into the void and closing it with the swish of her cape.

One of the D men standing by her side blinked a bit, before speaking up. "Aye Queen Jaydes, you were a little bit more Harsh than usual. Why's that?"

The woman stiffened a bit, before turning around, her face sullen. "He nearly… he nearly made my daughter's sacrifice in vain…" Her voice was quiet, though the emotion hidden deep within it still rang through clear as a bell. "That man has done much too many acts of cruelty." and with that, much like the snap of Dimentio's fingers, she was back to her cold, straight, and looming stance.

"I have things to get back to. Let us leave this place, though I do want you checking back daily for any anomalies. That man is definition of a cockroach. He refuses to die even if you snap his spine and his dignity." she let out a growl, quickly walking away from the scene.

"Alright then my Queen." The D man nodded before him and his men joined her in her short journey back to the castle, he himself a bit wary of her sudden mood swings. "If that's what ya want, then I'll make sure to have a routinely schedule for that setup."

Through rigorous training (despite being an undead soul), he had climbed the ranks and had become a special sort of officer for Queen Jaydes. The man knew how to make her feel better, and most would say that they had become good friends. He chuckled despite himself, knowing it was the fact that he knew how to please her and not step on her toes.

Though he knew what queen Jaydes had done was justified, and he didn't question it (this would just irritate the lady), the once living man couldn't help the growing feeling within the pits of his stomach. Glancing towards the last place the Jester was seen, he shook his head and returned to current thoughts, assuring himself that he was just unnerved by being in the presence of someone who had nearly ended everyone's game.

Besides, he was sure he wouldn't see anymore of that guy if Jaydes was still as tall as she was. No one ever made it back, or even to that world for that matter. It was a nightmare compared to these dimensions...