Author: Sup. Here we are again with another chapter. Hope you guys like this one 'cuz I put a little bit more lore and background story in this one. I hope ya'll enjoy this. Leave a review you like, or not, either way works actually.
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{Chapter 10}
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What was that?
Was that him?
If that was him, then why can't he remember that, especially the part where he turned into... that?
"You don't need to remember that... child..."
What was that? Why does it sound angry and... sad?
"You are nothing but a vessel to hold him; you are nothing compared to him..."
There it was again. What vessel? And why does he hear... light sobbing, as if they were trying to fight the tears off.
"I had no choice but to condemn him to this haunting fate..."
In the void-like darkness, he saw two figures in the distance, one as bright as the stars themselves, a pair of glowing angelic white wings behind them.
The other one was as dark as the void, a long black scythe in their hands, holding it tightly in their hands.
"He did not see my vision! I didn't want for this! I wanted... I wanted..."
The dark one seemed to reach out for a hug, but the bright one then suddenly summoned a sword out of nowhere and plunged it deep into the other ones chest.
"Oh brother, someday you will understand why I did this..."
The bright one plunged the sword deeper into the other ones chest. The dark one then began to dissipate, slowly dissapearing into nothingness until the bright one remained.
"But that day will have to wait..."
The bright ones head slowly, and eerily, turned to face him, a smile-like silhouette on their face.
"There is work to be done..."
The thing infront of him, the menacing aura radiating around them. It began to slowly walk to him, then it turned into full-on sprint at him, their smile turning wider and twisted with each step it took.
In a long time in his unlife, he felt something creep up his spine, his stomach churning, his pitch-black heart beating uncontrollably.
Is... Is this fear?
The thing's bright glow slowly turned into a menacing aura, something that would turn any lesser creature insane with a mere glimpse of it.
"Die! You insolent brat!" The perverted image of an angel roared at him, now running on all fours like a feral beast.
Before he could turn and run away from the monstrosity infront of him, something grabbed him from behind, pulling him away from the monster's reach.
Then, everything turned blank again...
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"Gah!" Junior exclaimed, abruptly waking him up from his slumber.
What the heck was that?!
That... T-that thing. Why was he afraid of that thing? He met scarier and uglier things in his time as prince, yet why did that thing managed to scare the unliving out of him?
When he saw that eerie smile, he felt fear... and regret?
"Gah?! Where?! That motherfucker still hasn't paid his debt!" Junior heard a familiar voice infront of him, only seeing a blurry black figure.
He managed to adjust his eyes; at first he thought it was Chi until he saw... his body, or more specifically his nergaling one, standing next to the fridge with a beer can in their claws.
"Oi! Gah, where in the fuckin' hell are ya?!" His body slammed the fridge shut, their beer can slowly being crushed from the pressure of they were applying.
While his... body was ranting about a person called Gah. Junior unconsciously touched his ribs, or more specifically, inside them.
He felt nothing but bones, no organs, no flesh, not even a shred of warmth.
He felt like touching a his own body when he was still somewhat a skeleton, as if the Halloween Incident never happened.
He tried to feel for his single gray eye. He then sighed in relief, still feeling his sister's eye inside him.
Somehow, thinking of losing that eye made his non-existent stomach churn in discomfort.
Junior then focused his attention back to his supposed second body, still ranting about a Gah. He glanced at the kitchen table, seeing the unconscious form of a ghost in their underwear.
"... Uh, D? Why am I in the kitchen...? And why is there an extra me?" He asked, already feeling a quick headache coming in.
D, who finally stopped ranting, finally noticed his conscience host. "King! Glad you're back to the world of the unliving!" D exclaimed, walking up to his host and giving him a hard pat, almost knocking him off the stool he was sitting on. "So, how was the sleep? Did ya do it with one of the girls in a dream? Or ya did them all at once?" His bodymate teased, a perverted smile on his nergaling face.
Junior did not understood what he meant by 'do it' or 'did them'. So, instead, he ignored the questions altogether and asked his, supposed, second body again. "D, why am I in the kitchen and why are you in my nergaling form?" He asked once again.
D responded with a hearty chuckle, tearing the can's top instead of opening it normal. "Well, there are two reasons for both of ya questions." He opened his mouth into a wide maw, throwing the beer can in and eating the entire thing, including the metal. "First one, you got drunk after I drunk that bottle of liquor..."
"Wait? I was drunk?!"
"Second: after what guys call the 'Halloween Incident' or the 'Demon Reaper incident', or whatever the hell did ya called it. I made some... minor adjustments to your nergal part..." He explained, scratching the back of his head while avoiding eye contact.
"... What changes?" Junior questioned, his single eye narrowed at his nergaling body.
"Well... I might have... sorta... destroyed and replaced your sister's nergaling's mind with my very own..." D mumbled under his breath, but loud enough for his host to hear, evident to Junior's face.
"What?!" Junior exclaimed, standing up from the stool in shock. "You did what to its mind?!" He questioned, finding it hard to believe it.
"I said I destroyed it, dead, ka-poof! Only a body without a mind remained; so, naturally, I took over and used it as a sort of a second body." He continued to explain to his host. "Plus, that thing was planning on possessing you while you were moping around!"
"... Okay, then why haven't you done this before?" Junior asked, gesturing to his bodymate's new ride. "And what happened to grandpa Nergal? Is he okay?" He questioned, slightly worried for his grandfather, real or not.
"To answer your first question. Have you ever tried to use an entirely different body in the matter a few minutes of requiring it?" D gave his host a deadpanned look, his face completely blank. "And the latter? Oh, Penis-head is still here. You just can't hear him now, but I can." He said, casually sprouting out another tentacle to grab another beer can from the fridge. "Still, gotta say, having two bodies beats having one." He then ate the entire can in his monstrous green maw, the wet contents running down his throat. "Plus, it gives you a reason for me to leave you alone to do the nasty with those girls. Seeing that you're already making your move, ya sly dog!"
Junior responded with a raised brow, which D chuckled at, being that his host was really dense, no strings attached.
At first, D thought his host was a master playboy, playing and switching with girls' hearts like toys. But, after digging deep inside his mind and seeing his interactions with the opposite sex, he found that his host was truly clueless and hopeless in understanding girls, especially if it includes romance or anything.
Still, girls kept on pursuing him, in more ways than one. He didn't know if his host has a natural charm to himself, or the girls, especially from the underworld, were attracted at his overwhelming aura of power.
An long dead friend once said: "Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac for women!"
And his host, Junior, carried it in freakin' spades!
Junior sighed, giving up on making any sense of his current situation. "... Anyways, why is that guy knocked out on the table?" He questioned, pointing at the sleeping ghost on the kitchen's table.
"I found him drunk on the table." D immediately answered with a straight face. Of course, this was a lie, having knocked that arrogant ass' ass after Junior was having his beauty sleep.
Junior narrowed his eyes at the nergaling, who was already sweating from the intense stare. After a while, Junior shrugged his shoulders, finding the answer believable, being that the ghost reeked of alcohol.
D sighed in relief, wiping away some sweat from his forehead. "Anyways, what's the plan?" He asked, sitting on top of the table.
Junior responded by raising a confused brow at his bodymate.
"You know, that flamin' fucker that fucked the whole castle's defenses and tried to fuck you?" D pointed out with his crude language, using the F-word multiple times over.
Junior sometimes thought if D was intentionally cussing, or it was his own way of expressing boredom or anger.
Either way, he starting to get accostomed to it. Much to his chagrin.
Suddenly, a thought struck him hard in the skull. Something, or someone, he forgot about.
The assassin was still alive, and is possibly searching for either him or Mimi.
"D! We need to find Mimi! Fast!" Junior exclaimed, standing up from the stool and heading to the nearest exit.
But before he could open the door, he felt a clawed hand on his shoulder. "Oi, King! Ya don't need to worry about that ass. We can take him on without a sweat. All we need to do is think and come up with a plan, ya dig?" D reassured, giving him a light squeeze on the shoulder. "Plus, that friend of yours isn't as helpless as you think."
Junior thought about until he released a heavy sigh. "I-I think you're right..."
"I'm always right..."
"Okay, what do you have in mind?" Turning to his bodymate, Junior saw a sadistic grin on their face, sending slight shivers down his boney spine.
"I do, King. I know exactly where that ass is going. Just trust me on this, yeah?" D said, fusing back into his host by turning into a bunch of tendrils, making them one being once again.
If they didn't share a mind together, then he would have called him insane by now.
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In the ventilation system of Grimskull Castle, a rat scurried around the vents, searching for some food to eat and feed its growing family. It then found a dark hand in one of the vents' corners, smelling like rotten flesh, which smelled good for the small rat.
Without a second thought, it tried to bite it, but it was suddenly grabbed by the hand, crushing it to death.
The dark creature, or better known as Scorcher, stared at the rat carcass, slowly absorbing the vermin for nutrients. To think, a once great hitman, reduced to eating rats and vermin to keep itself alive.
Scorcher chuckled darkly to himself, remembering how that young Reaper almost killed him with that single attack. The strength, ferocity, and brutality of him was beyond anything he had ever faced.
He saw those eyes, those were the eyes of a born killer, someone that took pleasure in killing and in the suffering of others.
Scorcher glanced down at his torso, or what's left of it. His legs were long gone, only smoke was coming out of his abdomen and below.
Regeneration was indeed a gift to many, but, unfortunately, he was not one of those people that could indulge in that particular gift. His powers did act like regeneration in a sense, but he needed to absorb some flesh for his body to regenerate. And after absorbing at least a dozen rodents by now, his body was still regenerating from the fatal damage it took in the fight.
But, and sadly, he can't wait for his body to fully heal. He was running on a time limit and he had only a few more hours left.
Using all of his remaining strenght, he forced his entire body to regenerate completely, straining his body to the limit.
He had a job to do, and he would rather be damned than let a job left undone.
Without a second thought, it transformed its entire body into smoke once more, taking the shortest path to its destination. If this was going to be his last job, then so be it, as long as completes it no matter what.
If his former creator was looking down on him now, then he would gladly die here and now.
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After a few minutes of searching and drifting around the vents, he finally found the location he was looking for.
Queen Bitch's Vault, a room full of unknown and dangerous relics and artifacts of the past, present, and future. Mandy was not known for sharing, killing anyone that touched her stuff in the slightest.
And with that, Scorcher entered the room through the vents' grating using his smoke form. He then turned himself solid on the ground, kneeling on one knee while checking his surroundings.
His eyes then widened for half a second, seeing his objective within a few steps away, the object he was looking for.
Horror's Hand, a weapon of awesome powers that could turn any nightmare into a reality. A powerful relic that could make the wielder a force to be reckoned with. The gauntlet itself looked like a giant wooden hand with an eyeball jabbed deep inside its palm.
But the air smelled fishy, there were no guards in the area, the cameras were off, the place was dimly lit, almost no light present, even sound itself was absent in the room. It literally spelled trap infront of him.
But, the job always comes first. Scorcher stood up from his crouching position, stalking up slowly to the gauntlet-like hand infront of him.
When it was just infront of him, nothing came out to attack him, not even an alarm to warn the entire castle of his location.
"Boo! Your plan was obvious as shit!"
And by reflex and instinct, Scorcher backflipped over a spinning serrated scythe, only seconds away from almost bisecting him from the torso below. The scythe then made a complete U-turn back to him, spinning faster than before.
Luckly, Scorcher transformed himself into smoke once more, letting the scythe phase through him without any resistance. The scythe embedded itself on the ground behind him, almost half of it was already embedded deep into the ground.
A hand from the dark part of the room then grabbed the scythe by its pole, pulling it out without a problem.
"Bra-fuckin'-vo! You avoided a simple throw!" A voice in the shadows mocked, the scythe dissapearing into the shadows as well.
Growling under his breath in annoyence, Scorcher summoned a ball of fire in his palms, lighting the room entirely.
He saw the Demon Reaper boy leaning on a glass case containing a high-tech looking scythe, with his own scythe on his shoulder.
The boy lazily waved at him. Even though his face was covered by the darkness provided by his hood, he could still see a pair of glowing red and green eyes staring back at him.
Scorcher readied himself, summoning one fireball in each palm. But the Reaper boy raised his hands to him, signaling that he didn't want to fight, even though he was the first one to attack.
"Oi, I ain't here to fight. I'm here to offer you a proposition, if you want to listen?" Junior said to the intruder, pushing himself off the case and walking close to the hitman, but not too close for comfort. "Unless you want to fight? Either way works for me, buddy ol' pal." Junior gave Scorcher a sadistic smile, anticipating for the latter.
The hitman took a glance at the hand behind him. He could just grab the weapon and make a run for it. But seeing that how strong this young Reaper was, his options were limited. So, he gestured the young Reaper to proceed with his proposal.
Junior released a sigh of minor dissapointment. "Welp, here goes nothin'." He opened his hand, summoning a small torrent of dark flames in his palms before dispersing into a paper contract in his hands. "Work for me, and only me!" He offered, his face instantly turning serious.
Scorcher's eyes widened in shock for a second before turning cold and stoic once more. Why did this boy want him all of a sudden? With his abilites and heritage, he could easily contact and recruit more capable and powerful creatures than him.
"I can see your confusion, creature. But I yield no ill intentions in this little proposition of mine. I simply want to recruit you and have you spill some of that cursed demon's secret." The Reaper explained with the atmosphere of a professional. "This will benefit both parties. You get an even more wealthy employer; I get my very own subordinate, someone that isn't loyal to my mother but me instead."
In short, this Reaper wants him to betray his current employer and switch sides, spilling every little secret Him has. The infamous Demon Reaper was bribing him, using money to buy his trust.
If only he did this for the money...
For the very first time in an incredible long time, Scorcher chuckled, slowly turning into full-blown laughter.
Junior raised an non-existent brow at the hitman, confused at what he found funny. This laughter was far from mockery. No, this was different. He heard this kind of laughter once, only to his mother's enemies.
This was a laugh of someone who has lost everything, including their pride.
"So! The great Demon Reaper thinks my loyalty could be won over by money?!" For the very first time they've met, the hitman finally said something, their voice deep and raspy, almost like he was forcing himself to talk. "You think wrong, child! I kill people for the thrill! And not for the money!" Scorcher summoned a dozen fireballs, orbiting around him like a ring, heating the room up with the glass cases melting from the intense heat.
Scorcher sent a dozen fireballs at Junior, fusing together to make a bigger one that easily dwarfed Grim's child by a large margin.
(Avenged Sevenfold - "Hail To The King")
Seeing that his plan failed, Junior shook his head in amusement, a grin on his lips. "Welp, can't say I tried. A shame, really. You would've been a fine addition..." Junior punched the glass case next to him, grabbing a red-shield with a white star on it. He threw the shield at the ball of destruction, using it to take the hit.
The ball exploded into a torrent of inferno, lighting the entire room orange and red for a second. After the flames subsided, Junior was nowhere to be found, much to a certain hitman's annoyence.
Scorcher slowly stalked the room, glancing at every nook and cranny in the room, taking extra precautions around anything that had any shadows.
"Too slow!"
Summoning a pair of flaming shortswords, Scorcher turned around and blocked a swing from the Reaper's scythe, the force buckling his legs from the sheer strenght and pressure of the attack. He tried to push him off, but he felt something hit him in his injured abdomen, knocking him into a glass cabinet with the glass piercing his flesh.
"Hah! You should've accepted my offer instead. Now you're going to die!" Junior gloated, now in his Nergaling form, his scythe resting on his shoulders while he clenched his bloody claw, some flesh was hanging off them, being that he sucker punched him strong enough to rip off some meat.
But his gloating was cut short. A broken glass cabinet flew at him in high speed, but he was able to slice it in half, the halves crashing behind him. "... Looks like you're finally going to show your true self? Well, isn't this interestin'." He said, his mismatched eyes glowing in anticipation.
In the place of Scorcher, was a muscular and bulky dark-skinned monster, the white bandages falling off to show a deformed face with glowing red-eyes and sharp and jagged teeth, with some glass shards sticking out of its body and eyes. The room's temperature continued to rise, some of the more burnable material igniting them on fire from the instense heat.
"You dare mock me?! In the name of my former creator, you shall die from my hand!" The monster infront of him exclaimed, tearing a nearby pillar off and using it as a makeshift clup.
The buff form of Scorcher then released a deafening roar, all of the glass shattering into pieces, and blowing Junior's hood off his head.
Without his hood on, he looked exactly like his human form during the Demon Reaper incident, but with a few minor changes: his eyes continued to glow intensely, and he now had a smile full of sharp teeth with a long grotesque tongue to accompany it.
"Oh shit?! This one still has some fight in them. Why don't I take him down a peg...?" He pulled his hood up, obscuring his face in darkness once more. He then manifested another weapon, a black handgun. "And a few chunks while I'm at it!"
He began to fire with his new weapon, the bullets sailing through the air. Scorcher used the piller as a makeshift shield, but the bullets pierced right though the stone, blowing off a few chunks off of Scorcher.
The hitman gritted his teeth in pain, forcing his body to regenerate from the damage done. He then threw the remains of the pillar at the Reaper.
Junior jumped over the broken pillar, but he was then sucker punched mid-air in the stomach, making him spit out green and red blood from his mouth. The punch was strong enough to send him flying through a couple stone pillars.
"God damn! Now that's what I call a hit!" Junior laughed, pushing off a large rock on him. Half of his face was now missing, showing his white skull, while the other half was bathing in his own blood. But the glint in his eyes was still there.
But sadly, Scorcher was far from done. He threw a couple large fireballs at him, burning anything they passed to ash and brimstone, while Junior continued to laugh, excitement evident in the craze look in his eyes. The place exploded into a storm of inferno and cinders, turning even stone to ash.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on the person, Junior walked out of the burning inferno, only a few patches of nergaling flesh on his white skeleton body remaining. He was still smiling, the crazed look still present.
"Now, that was... fun!" He shouted, laughing like a crazy person. And in an instant, his flesh regenerated completely, looking like nothing happened. "Woah! Is it gettin' hot in here or is it just me?" He said, placing a pair of sunglasses on his face.
Scorcher's eyes widened, his claws digging deep into his flesh on how tightly he gripped his hands in anger and frustration. Without another second thought in mind, he charged at the Reaper child with a loud battle-cry, his claws blazing with intense heat.
Junior simply chuckled to himself, summoning his scythe back and charged at the raging behemoth infront of him.
The two combatants swinged both of their respective weapons, hitting and slicing open flesh and bone. Both of them stood behind each other, their weapons dripping with the blood of their enemy.
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The first one to give a reaction was the hitman, coughing out blood, a giant deep gash appearing on his chest, forcing him to drop to one knee with his blood dripping from the wound.
Junior turned around, a sadistic smile on his lips. "... Didn't see this one comin'..." Then a slash mark appeared on his neck, green blood spraying from the wound, his head slowly and eerily slipping off from his shoulders. Junior's body dropped dead on the floor, the head rolling off from the bleeding stump between his shoulders.
Scorcher took a glance at the dead corpse of the Reaper; the body bathing in its own green blood, and a scorch mark around the neck area. With the target dead, Scorcher stood up, using all of his willpower to stand up and not fall down from the fatal wound inflicted on him.
He then limped over his objective, the wound slowly getting wider with each step. At this rate, he would fall unconscious from the heavy blood loss. Without a second thought, he ignited his hand on fire and seared the wound shut, gritting his teeth in intense pain.
With that done, he slowly reached for Horror's hand, only a few inches away from touching the weapon and taking it.
Only for a spinning airborne scythe to suddenly take his whole hand off, his blood spilling on the floor. He couldn't bite back a roar in pain, holding his bloody stump to prevent any further bleeding.
"Woah, flaming shit! You really did a number on me!" A voice behind him laughed, prompting him to turn around.
Standing over the dead Reaper was... another one, an exact identical one. They were poking the corpse with the scythe's shaft, specifically poking the stump.
They finally noticed him. "Sup! Thought I hit the bucket, didn't ya?" The very much alive Junior tilted his head, amusement written on their shadow-obscured face. "Sorry, but..."
The room suddenly got a lot darker, the shadows devouring everything in its slithering tentacles. Nothing but darkness remained, even the flames couldn't light anything up.
"We aren't that easy to kill..." Junior's eyes glowed an ominous red, the only color that filled the lightless void.
Then slowly, more pairs of red-eyes began to appear all around him, staring intently at him like a rare piece of meat, waiting to be eaten.
"So, any of you hungry?!" Junior shouted, outstretched his arms like he was addressing all the eyes in the room.
The eyes responded by growls or roars, seeing sharp and jagged mouths under their eyes.
"Good, 'cause..." The Reaper pointed at him, a sadistic smile gracing his lips. "We got a treat for ya'll tonight: Scorched Meat!"
He heard a wave of cheers and growls, their mouths practically drolling in anticipation. While Junior was practically dripping with excitement, his smile growing wider with each second.
"Good that we have some... really enthusiastic people tonight!" He then pointed his scythe directly at Scorcher, his eyes glowing their respective colors. "Now, without a further ado. Let the feasting commence!"
Out of the shadows appeared another Junior, but more feral-looking than the original. Then more of them began to move out of the shadows, their claws and teeth ready to carve out some flesh and bones.
Scorcher was practically surrounded, more and more were coming out, seemingly an endless wave of them pouring out of the darkness. Fear began to crawl up his body, shaking in his feet.
"Sorry, pal. But this ain't personal in anyway..." Junior cryptically said, making the all ready terrified Scorcher raise a brow.
Then suddenly, Scorcher's legs were cleaved off, making him fall onto the stone floor face first. The Reaper's scythe could cause permanent injuries, something that prevents regeneration for a short period of time, something that Scorcher didn't have right now.
"Raaaaaa...!" All of the feral Juniors roared, pouncing on the incapacitated Scorcher.
Scorcher was able to take out a few of them before he was finally overwhelmed. Flesh being torn apart and devoured, screams of agony and pain piercing the silent void of the room, while a mad boy was laughing in joy and madness.
With one single bloody eye, Scorcher saw it, the image of that Reaper boy melted away, showing a familiar form that he knew once long ago.
'... Master?' Scorcher thought in shock, his body being binge eaten alive.
Stood over him was a dark silhouette, a pair of sharp twisted horns atop the thing's grinning head. Red glowing-eyes piercing even his very own soul. Their form tall and menacing even to the void itself.
"Yes! Yes, my children! Feed on this fool's carcass! Ahahahaha!" The monster's mad laughter filled the empty void, its arms outstretched in excitement.
'... Master...? I've... finally found you... I am... so happy...' Scorcher closed his eye, fully accepting his fate, his mind at rest and happy to know that he finally found his former master.
He would die happy to know that his master was finally back, even though he would never see him again...
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Mandy, the Queen of Grimskull Castle, a tyrant known to use brutal and efficient ways to destroy anyone who opposed her, a person that was the literal definition of bitch to all her enemies and allies,
Had a deadpanned and stoic look on her face, the utter destruction and rubble all around her.
This used to be her vault, a place where she stored her collection of priceless artifacts and relics.
Now, it was a mix of shattered glass and dreams all around. And in the center of this was the one responsible of her valuable's destruction.
"Sup, Bimbo! Just lettin' the boys finish the scraps, so don't ya worry about jack-shit!"Her son, Grim Junior Skellington exclaimed, his scythe resting on his shoulders, with a smug smile on his face.
His voice, normally childish and high-pitched, was now a deep and distorted version of the original.
Without a second thought whatsoever, she pulled out a gun from her bathrobe, pointing it directly on the boy's chest, specifically where a heart would be placed.
She then fired, green blood splashing onto her ageless face, with the Reaper's body falling flat on the ground from the gun's force.
"Ouch..."
"You have three seconds to explain before I peel that nergaling flesh off of Junior like a banana!" She coldly demanded, pressing her gun deep inside the chest wound.
"Uu, kinky..." Junior's body joked, "but, seriously? Let me ask you somethin', Mandy. Can you truly kill something that is already dead long ago?"
As if responding to his question, Mandy fired a few more bullets inside his body, more green blood splattering around, while the more feral-looking Juniors were watching the more than brutal display, tilting their heads like confused dogs.
"I... Can... Surely... Try!" Mandy said, firing a bullet with each word.
"Heh, surprised that the King's sleeping through all of this..." D muttered to himself, feeling each bullet pierce his nergaling flesh, the flesh which he currently resided.
Welp, playtime's over.
D grabbed Mandy's wrist, his claws digging deep inside her hand, red blood mixing with green. "If you want to know so bad. Why don't ya ask my host? He's probably exhilarated to meet ya right now!" He exclaimed, slowly crushing the immortal woman's hand between his claws.
Then the flesh on D began to retract back inside his host's body, flesh parting away to show white bone. The hood seemingly falling over his head, showing a skull with brown hair and a single gray eye in its left socket.
The feral Juniors around them began to deconstruct into tentacles and tendrils, fusing back into the main body.
Junior blinked his eye sockets, a wave of confusion sweeping all around him. Where and why is he here?
Then the young Reaper boy felt something soft in his hand, which he is currently gripping like it was no tommorrow. It felt warm yet wet to him.
His eyes trailed up from his arm to his hand, which was gripping a bloody hand right now. Then his eyes continued to follow where the hand was connected, and found out it was from a familiar blonde lady he knew very well.
"... H-Hey, m-mom, what's u-" but, sadly he couldn't finish what he was saying, a foot hitting his skull like a football. His skull flew off his body, hitting into a pile of rubble. "... Somehow, I feel that I deserved that..." Junior said. "Why's that?"
"Heh, why indeed..." Junior's special friend said in his head, laughing nervously.
"Junior, stand up and put yourself together before I make tomorrow's training a little harder than before." Mandy threatened, ripping the skeletal hand off her wrist, which was already healed up, not leaving a single scar on her delicate skin.
As if understanding the threat, Junior's body stood up, grabbing its separated arm and desperately running to Junior himself, or more specifically his skull.
"... Um, mom, do you know why I'm here?" Junior asked, placing his skull back on his body, popping a few bones in place. "'Cause, I don't."
"Don't worry; I got ya, king."
A sudden wave of images invaded his mind, prompting him to massage his temples from the sudden headache.
So, the assassin is dead. Junior glanced at the center of the room, seeing a small splatter of blood on the floor with a few chunks of flesh around it.
"I'm supposed to ask you that, Junior." Mandy replied with her ever-present poker face, reloading her empty pistol. "Again, why are you?"
She already know why her son was her, but she wanted to hear it from him and not from his soldiers. This destruction was nowhere near what he could do before.
Plus, these were her stuff, keyword were.
"Well... You know that assassin that was trying to kill me and Mimi?" Junior rubbed the back of his skull, walking towards the remains of the assassin Scorcher.
"Yes, and I believe he's a part of your reason for being here, correct?" Mandy said, her eyes narrowed at her son. "Look, if you're going to say something, say it now." She bluntly demanded.
"Okay, okay. After defeating him-"
"You mean ate him?"
"... I kinda absorbed some of his memories, everything, actually." Junior informed, picking up a piece of Scorcher off the ground, seeing a few bite marks on it.
"I'm hearing a some from you, Junior." She glared. "Just spit it out or I'll-"
"Him is planning on telling the Blood Council on you." Junior informed, his face dead serious.
It took a whole minute for the information to sink into the skull of the Queen of Grimskull. "... What?" Mandy managed to say through her gritted teeth, a deadly and evil aura surrounding her form.
"He wants your downfall, mother. And he won't stop until you fall, including everyone that follows you..." Junior solemnly said, a stoic look on his face.
The Blood Council, a group of beings that were said to be as old as time itself, a group that were dedicated to maintaining the balance of this plane of existence. They were powerful, leagues above any god in this plane of existence. They were absolute and uncorruptible, following rules that were placed by their supposed masters long ago.
If there was anything that could take her down, then they were the ones.
Him, who was by far the most cunning demon she has ever met in her immortal life, was going to tell the Council on her, or more specifically, the crime Junior did.
Junior, by all accounts, knew the crime he has committed.
Assaulting an Underlord doing their job and kidnapping their child.
Junior, who was her son, was her responsibility, so she is also to blame. If news reach the Council, then...
"Junior, I need to return to my room. And you'll-"
"About that, mom. I have a suggestion." Junior interrupted, interrupted her, a strict tyrant that tortured anyone that talked back at her. "If you hear me out..."
Mandy saw the look inside her son's eye sockets, those were the eyes of a politic, eyes that knew what they were doing.
With a sigh, Mandy faced her son. "Make it quick, Junior."
Junior nodded, a solemn look on his face. He dropped to one knee infront of her, his face instantly turning serious. "I, Grim Junior Skellington, Crowned prince of Grimskull Castle, son of the Grim Reaper and Evil incarnate, pledge my undying loyalty to you, and only you, my Queen!" He said without a single stutter. "I wish to join your army and I pass my right for the throne to the next born of my family."
Mandy blinked, and blinked again... and another one.
No matter how many times she blinked, she still saw her son kneeling infront of her, a face full of serious conviction.
Did she hear that right? Did her son just revoked his own right to be the next ruler of her empire and instead wanted to join her army as a soldier? If that was true, then...
"... Why are you doing this, Junior?" Mandy asked in curiosity and confusion.
If her son joined her army, then she could cut all her ties from him at anytime, effectively avoiding her empire falling from the Council's might, all for the cost of sacrificing her own son, a child she herself conceived.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure myself, actually." Junior said, a small smile on his lipless mouth. "But, as long as my family is safe, then I'm fine with anything, really."
Those words, those were the words of a dead man and a fool combined. He basically made himself into a target for everything in existence. Powerful or not, he could literally die from anything.
Unless she intervened...
Mandy had a hidden smirk in her mind, placing a hand on her son's shoulder. "I accept your allegiance. I expect great things from you, General..." Then without another word, she strode off to the exit.
She can't really let her favorite weapon go, can't she?
Junior's eyes widened exponentially, his mouth agaped from shock and surprise. Did he heard that right? Or was his mind finally breaking apart?
"Welp, congrats on your promotion, King!" His bodymate said, only confirming his suspicion.
Junior dropped flat on his back, a relieved smile on his face. So, he's General now? Not even a minute after employment, he's got the highest possible position already. He was relieved, he still held authority over some part of the kingdom, plus he can still see his friends and sister if he wanted to.
"... Oh yeah, for your first assignment: I want you to clean this place up, General Grim!" Mandy shouted from the exit.
And with that, he has gone from general to janitor duty.
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Hidden atop one of the mighty mountains of Grimskull Castle, a short white-cloaked figure was watching a brown-haired skeleton who was sitting on the castle's edge, a small smile on their skinless face.
This boy was known as Grim Junior Skellington, or better known as the infamous Demon Reaper among many of the scared denizens of the Underworld.
The boy was currently lazing around, kicking their feet along the edge of the castle. Then a blonde girl walked up to him, a wide smile on their face.
The two of them began to talk, while the blonde had a pink tint on their cheeks. But, out of nowhere, a red-skinned girl seemingly popped out of nowhere and tackled the boy on the ground, with her pinching, and failing, the boy's cheeks with her lobster pincers.
The two girls began to bicker over the skeleton, or more specifically one of them was shouting while the other one continued to pinch the poor skeleton to submission.
Then that bitch appeared, her skin dark as night, her eyes burning like embers.
The cloak figure growled menacingly under their breath, forcing themselves not to go down there and slit that Bastard's daughter in the goddamn throat! The time will come for their demise, and they will have their revenge.
Junior, who was currently getting dog-piled into submission by his friends and sister, felt a pair of eyes glare down on them with a small amount of killing intent.
He turned his head to the mountains, seeing nothing atop them whatsoever.
Strange... He certainly felt someone watching them like a hawk about a second ago.
"That wasn't just you, King. I've felt it as well, kinda eerie if you ask me..." His bodymate commented in his head, a feeling of certainty washing over him.
"Should we be worried?"
"... No, I don't think so. But..."
"Oi, brocon! Get away from my darling or I'll beat the tentacles out of ya!" Chi exclaimed, pulling onto Junior's hand.
"I weep for thy shortsightedness! I cannot leave mine dearest brother in the arms of a she-demon such as thyself!" Minnie exclaimed as well, pulling onto Junior's other arm, but with more strenght and force.
Mimi, who can't speak at all, was holding a picket sign with the word Mine painted in bold black. She too was pulling onto Junior, or more specifically the boy's skull.
"You should really be worried about how you're going to get out of this, heh..." D laughed, already enjoying the entertainment.
"G-Guys, can you stop befo-!" Junior couldn't finish before his head popped off his neck. Mimi, who was supposed to be holding his head, lost her grip on the skull.
The skull flew in the air, falling into a conveniently-placed dumpster on the side of the wall. The dumpster then began to slide off into the castle's exit.
Chi and Minnie ran down towards the dumpster, while Mimi was holding a different sign with 10 written on it.
While Chi and Minnie were currently trying to catch up to the sliding dumpster, Mimi was pulling Junior's body by the leg inside the castle, a mysterious glint in her eyes.
This was the life of Grim Junior Skellington, and he wouldn't want to change it for no matter what.
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"Blasphemy! I did this for us, brother!"
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Author-san: Konichwa!... Okay, I'll stop now. Anyways, as you can see I showed a bit more of Junior's other personality (which I've called: Dunior). If you guys haven't notice yet, Junior has three personalities, each with its unique trait.
Aside from that, let me know how's the chapter. It gives me a bit of motivation (which does jack-shit to me) to write future chapters faster and possibly longer than the last ones.
Now, without further ado! It's me, Mr Author, signing off. Have a good day, or night, depending on the time.