Just for show, and to rub Jareth's death into the Labyrinth inhabitant's faces, Jareth's funeral was held four days after his "mysterious death". Majeel dressed the body himself.

"Good to see that you're really dead this time Uncle," Majeel said in a singsong voice. "Although knowing you, you found a way to still live. Like, haunting your wife's grave or some poor fool."

Majeel put a preservation spell on his uncle's body. He may be cruel, but since Jareth's body is mostly together, it'd be bad form if he left it to rot in the open. Especially since it would take years to rot. Once Jareth's body was dressed and ready, Majeel called for the queen's old advisor. "Hogbrain! Get in here! I need this body put in the right casket. I even added my own flowers! Isn't that nice?"

Hoggle limped his way into the room. He was getting older, now that his bond with Queen Sarah was severed. Advisors can make an agreement to serve the monarchs as long as the monarchs live, which means that advisors lives are extended if they don't live as long as the monarchs do. He grieved for his queen and even though he did not like his king most of the time, he grieved for his king. The year of fighting was taking its toll on his little body. He silently obeyed Majeel because he knew that there was no need for an answer. Pleased, Majeel smiled and walked out of the room.

He had already taken his place as king and would announce it the moment they lay Jareth's body in the ground. After he killed Jareth, he went to the center of the Labyrinth. Into the castle and down, deep in the Underground underneath the castle to the heart of the Labyrinth. He went into a room where only a round, wide column sat. It's height stopped at Majeel's waist, allowing him to look into the column and its contents. Water filled the column. It had a silvery hue to it and was constantly moving with little waves rolling back and forth.

Majeel stood near the column. He had quickly washed his hands of blood so his hands were clean. He stared at the water. I am ready to become king! He thought. He was going to take over the Labyrinth and finish what his father started of taking over the human world and turning it into the Underground. I know there's a way to go back to the Aboveground, Majeel though bitterly recalling how his Uncle shielded himself long enough to destroy it. There's no way he could have destroyed it! He must have put it in his amulet. That was the only missing item on his body.

Majeel shook his head. His pointed face and red eyes became grim and determined. He looked at the water and said, "Accept me as your king!" He sank his right hand into the water slowly going deeper. If the Labyrinth did not accept him, he would be reaching his hand out and find nothing. The Labyrinth awoke and heard his call. It was angry at first for it was expecting another hand to reach out. This was not the firstborn it was looking for. The Labyrinth found the firstborn son locked away in a prison and was left to his madness. The Labyrinth saw that the firstborn will not be able to come. It saw Majeel's outstretched hand. Then it made its decision.

Majeel felt tentacles reach out and grab him, accepting him but allowed pain to shoot through him. The Labyrinth knew this ruler enjoyed pain. Majeel gasped with pain, but smiled knowing that he was now king of the Labyrinth.

Hundreds showed up for Jareth's funeral, located on the south outskirts of the maze. Everyone was wearing black, except Majeel wore black and red. His vest and pants were black and he wore a velvetly red undershirt and black velvet tie. He even wore a black top hat that seemed to have a slight black hue radiating from it, as if it were shining black light. He did not give a speech at the funeral. Right after the body was put down everyone was required to attend a banquet in celebration for a new ruler. Whispers filled the silence once the announcement was made.

"Isn't this a bit rude?"

"Well, everyone knows that Majeel had a hand in King Jareth's death."

"A banquet! What are we celebrating? Where is the prince?"

"The prince should be king! Oh, that handsome man!"

However, people were not going to turn down a feast at the Labryrinth to learn more about Jareth and his missing son Seraphim. Carriages of black wood pulled by black horses showed up to escort the multitude. The carriages went down a secret entrance that led straight to the castle. People were still feeling hesitate to attend the feast. Majeel persuaded the crowd that this is what Jareth wanted because he knew the next king would be a great ruler. Once everyone was in the castle and seated to eat, the feast began. Creatures that looked to be made of wood brought out the food. People were eating somberly and quietly talking. As people were eating, Majeel explained the reason he brought them all together to toast for the new ruler. Jareth of course expected his son to be next in line, but Majeel said, Seraphim is locked away in his madness. Majeel had paused for effect before announcing that Seraphim murdered his father because his father suspected his madness and denied him the crown. The shock rippled through the crowd. Whispers turned into shouts between people.

"Seraphim would never do that!"

"You're mad if you think we're going to believe that! Where is Seraphim?"

"I never liked the king anyways!"

They subsided when they saw Majeel dawning a crown on his head that a hooded figure had placed on his head. "The Labyrinth needs a new king. I will take over as king. Because of Seraphim's traitorous act, he will be imprisoned and put on trial to await if he will face execution." Majeel announced.

The ballroom was filled with many, many angry people at this point. Some people believed Majeel and became upset at Seraphim's supposed murder. Some people did not believe Majeel and took the side of both Seraphim and Jareth. Majeel was becoming angry. He did not expect this big of a reaction. He stepped back and motioned to a goblin guard. The guard pulled on a rope and a moment later tall dark creatures filed in through a door to put up a wall between Majeel and the crowd.

The creatures were tall, ugly with tough scaly skin. They looked a cross between orc and lizard. Their eyes were all black and some had coarse hair pulled back in ponytails. Others had no hair. The leader stepped forward. "Do not attack the king! Do not threatened to attack or we will retaliate!" He said in a deep rumbling voice that echoed off the walls. The crowd stopped shouting and advancing. They still murmured, but they started to take their leave. They saw how the situation was turned around so that even if the powerful were to advance, it would make them look as though they were threatening the new king's life. As the crowd dispersed out into carriages ready to take them back down the secret entrance, the Inja followed behind, ensuring that the crowd moves forward.

Half an hour later, after the ballroom was cleaned up and the leftover food was handed out to hungry inhabitants of the Labyrinth (At least I can get some gratitude and loyalty from somewhere, though Majeel) he stormed into the private library. A woman was bent over books littering a table. Her brown skin was freckled and she looked old and young at the same time. She should have been old, no, she should have been dead long ago. But she and her tribe dabbled in dark magic that twisted her six fingered hands and elongated spine so that she is not able to stand up fully. Her dreadlocks had beads and shrunken heads hanging from them.

"Please tell me you have good news Ramerra, "Majeel said as he walked toward her.

"My liege, I do belief I have found something," Ramerra said with a sly smile, her mouth slightly open to reveal rotten black teeth.

"Good, I want to be able to go to the Aboveground. How can I get there?" Majeel asked.

"My liege, the son. He half a way. His farders was able to close it. They have same blood. His blood told it to close. His blood tell it to open," Ramerra replied gesturing in the air a door opening and closing. Majeel was used to her strange way of talking.

"So you're saying Seraphim can open the portal? Wherever his father hid the amulet, his son can open it?" Majeel reviewed to be sure they're on the same page.

Ramerra shook her head yes and opened a few books. As she did, little bones came tumbling out of the sleeves of her arms. "My liege, the books says. The books says yes. We make son open da portal. His blood make portal open."

"How can we force him to do it? I don't know if we can. He's hard to break. His parents are gone and the rest of his family betrayed him. There's nothing to bribe him with and he still does everything he can to defy me." Majeel took the bones (What does this woman do with her spare time? Eat snakes and shoves bones up her sleeves? Majeel thought) and threw them into the fire blazing at the fireplace behind them.

"My liege. Always a way. We finds ways." Ramerra was reading some more when a goblin came rushing in.

"Your Higness! I watched the spot where I was assigned to! Someone is here!" The goblin loudly announced. His mustache twitched in nervousness. Majeel stood waiting for more explanation. "A girl appeared! One minute she wasn't there, the next she just appeared! It's a human!"

Majeel waved his wrist and a mirror appeared in his hand. He looked at the spot he told the goblin to watch over. The spot where the gateway between the Underground and Aboveground used to be. Indeed, there was a girl. A young woman, in fact.

A young woman wearing Jareth's amulet.

Majeel smiled, his sharp teeth glinted in the fireplace's light.

"Well, hello there."