DARK ROSE
Chapter 7
Magnifico was the surname of the Anti-Cosma family butler and Anti-Juandissimo's great nephew. He served the family for centuries and was relentlessly loyal to them during many hardships; even endured living apart from his lady love. They'd talk once a while by video chat with their wands due to her fashion modeling. He stood by the balcony window, feeling the chill of the wind in his hair and watched as the storm clouds roll by. How beautiful they were, 'but not beautiful as you', he sighed, eyes closed dreamily as he laid his head on his hands.
It was Valentine's day tomorrow, and the thought ached his heart. He wished he could see her and share a dance under the sparkling glimmer of chandelier light. "Soon, mi amor. I swear, we'll be united again."
He walked back inside and sat next to a large poster on the wall of Anti-Tilly. He laid his head down on his chest as his left hand dug underneath his shirts. Upon taking his hand out appeared a magic black rose that turned cobalt blue. It would serve as a tattoo until he gave it to the one he'd marry. He then began to recall why he served the Anti-Cosmas in the first place:
Sometime ago, a race of fairies nicknamed the "Deja Vu" (Paramnesia Fairies) were hunted for their mind controlling powers. They had the ability to create powerful delusions, forgetfulness and confusion. That was the sole reason he was hired into the family. Anti-Cosmo accepted him almost immediately, even seeming to trust him and kept his power as a secret weapon. But with this power came with weakness, particularly to paramnesia weapons such as: love arrows of any kind, anti-love arrows, including hate arrows. He just hoped Anti-Cosmo knew what he had in mind with that love potion he still had in his vest pocket. Once Timmy takes it, he couldn't manipulate his mind for long as the effects last.
He got up and spun around, poofed into workout clothing before doing his nightly routine. Once done, he'd rinse the sweat, wash his hair and dry off. He then got into his pajamas, shackled himself to the bed posts so he couldn't sleep-dance the courtyard in the middle of night, and would cuddle with a pillow to help him sleep. Every night would go like this, but worse around Valentine's Day. As he fell asleep, he prayed to a divine force that he could see Anti-Tilly at any cost, even if it meant putting his job or life at risk.
[ that following morning ]
Anti-Cupid sat on the welcome sign to Anti-Fairy World by the rainbow bridge waiting for both his troop and Anti-Cosmo's union to arrive. He rolled up his sleeve to check the time. There were 30 minutes left before Operation Love Loss began. He would begin this battle even if everyone didn't attend. He took a sip of sour apple cocktail from a glass (in contrast to his counterpart favoring bittersweet beverages) and licked his lips. Satisfied with the size of his army, he snapped his fingers and the glass poofed away.
"Good morning, soldiers" he greeted. "Before we get hasty and spread the Hate to Earth, have any questions for little ole me?"
An anti-fairy rose their hand. "Go ahead!"
"Do we have to wear diapers?" The anti-fairies worriedly looked at the troop of spiky haired anti-cherubs.
Anti-Cupid crossed his arms and chuckled enthusiastically, "Nope. But thanks for the suggestion! I'll keep that in mind," he winked as the Anti-Binky gulped. "Next question."
"What if we accidentally shoot ourselves?"
"You'll go blind!" he laughed, "Just kidding, but please exercise precaution my friend!" He pulled a metal diaper from behind his back and threw it at them. They caught it with immediate regret in their face, the intense weight of the diaper sent the anti-fairy crashing into the cloud.
The Hate god winced in response to the anti-fairy's pain, and continued, "Anymore?"
"ANTI-CUPIDO!" A Spanish voice abrupted over the crowd.
Anti-Cupid's face lit up as he flew threw the crowd, "Anti-Juanísimo?"
The Anti-Juandissimo wheezed as he stopped in front of him, sweat dripping off his face and spoke almost entirely in Spanish, "May I join you? Don't start this party without me!"
"Of course," Anti-Cupid replied in Spanish, "The more, the merrier!" He grinned wickedly as he handed him his own bow and quiver of arrows.
"How do I look?" Anti-Juanísimo said as he slung the gear over his shirt that was obviously too small for him, rolling up his pudgy stomach.
On the inside, he was full of mixed feelings. He thought he was scary and grotesque in ways that appealed to him- neither romantic or attractive, but as someone who made his appearance frightening in comparison. A trusted friend or adopted nephew worth saving from his pending death sentence. (But that's for another story!) He responded admirably with, "diabolical," thankful Anti-Juan was equally disgusted with romance and sensual love just as much as him. The second primarily because of Anti-Cupid's old age and Anti-Juanísimo's obesity. They both high fived each other and did their special handshake. Then a helmet magically appeared on their heads along with the troops. He turned to the crowd and spoke in English, "NOW LET'S BREAK SOME HEARTS!" Everyone cheered in unison as the two groups traveled to Earth.
The anti-fairy who was still buried underneath the metal diaper rose a shaky hand, "Is anyone gonna help?"
Anti-Sparky walked by sniffing the diaper and grabbed the anti-fairy's wrist by his mouth pulling him out.
"Thank you! You saved me!"
"What are yous talking about?" His stomach growled as he poofed a bib on. Before the anti-fairy could fly away, the dog ate them whole.
"Oh rats!"
