Hoshi no Kirifuda
Episode 07 - Chapter 02
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'Wa, wa, wa-wah. Wah, wah. Wah. That's all I hear, it's the same old boring conversation we have every time we meet. I don't know why I even bother to show up,' a golden clad figure mused to himself. 'I should just forget all of this nonsense. I don't care about these experiments. I just don't care. Maybe it's time for me to just forget all of this nonsense?'
He was taken out of his train of thought as he was poked by a multi-spiraled horned figure to his right. "Hey pay attention, it isn't my job to regurgitate the information if you're not-"
The golden figure in a swift motion squeezed the windpipe of the rude horned figure. "Were you speaking ill of your KING?"
The dim lights revealed the golden figure. He was clad in golden armor, its motif was of some sort of beetle. The armor had multiple spikes jutting out of it. On his left arm was a mounted black and golden shield. He had four spikes that stuck out of his head, the most prominent spike proudly struck out of his forehead.
"Gentlemen, is there a problem?" voiced a small bird man who sat across the round table.
"It isn't anything I can't deal with Toffee," the King asserted. "I just had to remind the whelp here who is king. What do the people of this world call it? That's right. I just had to choke a bitch." The King turned his attention back to the one who was still choking under his grasp. He stood up and easily lifted up the choking monster and squeezed a bit tighter to get his point across. "Who's the bitch?"
Looking at the choking figure, one could see that it had a goat motif. Excluding its main face, it had two additional faces on each side of its head. Each goat face had a pair of crooked and spiraled horns, a total of six sat on top of its head. Its color scheme seemed to split its body down the middle; half light grey and the other half black.
The goat Undead gurgled an answer as best it could, however nothing but a spewing mess of asphyxiation could be heard. The King Undead rolled his eyes and released his hand just ever so slightly, letting fresh air to enter the larynx of the goat Undead. "Answer. Who's the bitch?"
The spiraled horned Undead did as best as it could between its gurgling, "I'm. The. Bitch."
"You're the bitch, what?"
"I. Am. The. Bitch. Sire."
"Good." The King threw his bitch onto the floor with an audible thud.
He sat back at the table, the spectators who had been seated at the table with him all just dismissed the king's actions. To them, this wasn't a new spectacle, it was a common occurrence to anyone who had known the King of Monsters. His temper always ran amuck when dealing with those he deemed weaker than himself. Of course in his opinion he had every right to, for he was the King of Spades. He hailed from the kingdom of monsters, who's sole creed was that only the strongest deserved to survive and that the weak only existed as fodder for the strong.
"There have been dozens of queens before you, BUT I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN KING. AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY BITCH."
Once the spectacle was finished, the meeting had continued and adjourned as it usually went: boringly.
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An orange hand reached out to get the attention of the King of Spades. Before it could land on the King, the King spoke out in annoyance, "What?"
"I know you want to leave as soon as possible, but Solaria and Goldwellyn has something they want to share with all of the Kings. That obviously includes me and you," voiced a black, purple, and orange colored Undead. It had two large spider-like legs protruding from each of its shoulders, for a total of four legs. Most of its armor was black, except for its left limbs which was similar to an orange and black leopard print and underneath the armor its flesh were a deep purple. Its face was difficult to discern due to the fact that a nigh translucent burgundy hood covered its face. On its chest were three circles that were touching each other, making the design of a clover.
"They want to speak to us? And this wasn't something that they could've wasted my time at this boring ass meeting that they had to bring it up now? Just to waste even more of my time?"
"Well, you know how it is." The spider Undead paused and glanced around for a second, "No one trusts Toffee."
The two kings stared at each other. They had shared a history of nearly twenty millenia. Both of them fought together and against each other; neither ever failed to meet the other with matching wit and power. There was a sense of mutual respect between them, and if circumstances were different, one may have said that the two were friends.
"Fuck. Fine, Lucitor, let's get it over with."
"You really picked up on this world's colorful language immediately didn't you?" Dave Lucitor chuckled at his old rival.
"Seriously? You're gonna give me a lecture?"
"I am a teacher after all." The spider Undead King continued to chuckle at the expense of the golden Undead King.
The King of Spades stopped in his tracks, shocked. "Who in their right mind would trust you with children?"
The King of Clubs cocked his head towards the other king, "They trust me with you don't they? HA-HA!"
"-ARGH- You mother fucker!"
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Dave Lucitor sat at a corner table in a rustic looking restaurant. He had a slice of pizza in hand dripping with cheese and grease. Seated next to him were three other figures.
"Is this what... peasants... eat?" a voiced in concern from a red haired woman.
Mr. Lucitor swallowed his bite of pizza and responded, "They're not peasants. Apparently, there is no caste system on this world."
A long bearded man double fisted multiple pieces of pizza into his mouth. Speaking as he munched on the New York style pizza, "This is wonderful! Oh-ho-ho-ho! -Ohm nom NOM- Mmm! What did these people call this dish again?"
Mr. Lucitor wiped his lips and answered the portly bearded man, "Pizza. It consists of coagulated dairy from a bovine creature topped with a variety of different ingredients. This is what they call a supreme pizza, a little bit of everything these Earthlings have to offer."
A golden and orange haired young man flicked off the mushrooms off of his slice of pizza. "I still prefer Mewni corn." He eyed his fellow kings as he reluctantly bit into his pizza. "Is there actually something important to talk about or was that just an excuse to see me humiliate myself with you lot? I do have more important things to deal with."
The other three kings stopped with their meal before bursting out in laughter.
"What do you have that is more important than spending time with old… friends?" Dave asked.
The red haired woman cut her pizza into tiny tidbits before using her fork to eat; before she followed up Dave's teasing, "Yes, pray tell. What do you have to do that is so important? Nothing. Correct?"
"It's better than spending time with you Solara."
"Heh, you wound me." Solara pretended to be stabbed in the chest.
With grease running down his white beard, the older looking king reprimanded Solara and Dave, "Now, now. Leave the child alone."
"CHILD?! I am older than you! You damn old fart." Though the multi-colored haired man looked young, he was in fact the oldest at the table. He was the King of Spades, the King of Monsters; and he had lived countless lifetimes before their immortality.
Dave was glad that he sat next to the Monster King, just for an occasion like this. He had to put a hand on the Monster King's shoulder to prevent him from jumping across the table and strangling Goldwellyn's neck. Not that the King of Diamonds couldn't protect himself, but Dave often enjoyed walking to 'Emilio's' and causing a spectacle would prevent any future visits.
Solara stabbed her fork into the wooden table, catching the attention of the male kings. "Let's get on with it before we fail to kill each other."
"Very well." The King of Diamonds wiped his beard of pizza grease. He straightened out his saffron jacket and pushed his square glasses on his nose. It wasn't like the King of Hearts frightened him. Goldwellyn Johansen knew that nothing but a giant mess would come from their dispute; and a fight wasn't what he was here for. Plus, it was always more fun to not give the King of Spades what he wanted. "I've been going through the fascinating research information that Toffee has provided us. Myself and Solara have noticed something in particular…"
Solara Butterfly pushed her long bangs behind her right ear, resting against her short hair. "Yes. I might even say disturbing."
The King of Spades sighed and rolled his eyes, "What could be, so disturbing?"
"Goldwellyn? Could you elaborate?" asked Dave Lucitor.
"These projects that Toffee and his Mew-Shocker organization are working on consist of… experimentation."
The King of Spades lashed out in irritation, "Tell me something we don't know! We all had a good guess as to who Toffee's master was. Like it wasn't obvious with Shocker in the name. It isn't like their agenda would be any different from when we fought them last."
"That's not the problem," Goldwellyn squeezed the bridge of his nose. "The problem comes from the fact that these experiments involve… Mewmen."
Both Dave and the King of Spades shared a look of shock. This information shouldn't be possible. At least not when according to their knowledge. Everything they had known was lost during the previous Battle Royal.
The bearded King continued, "To be specific… those who have Mewmen lineage."
"What does that mean Goldwellyn?" Dave inquired.
"I'll answer that." Solara spoke up, "It means that there are humans who have a Mewman ancestor. From what we could tell, Toffee and his organization are gathering those who have strong Mewman blood in their veins."
"Where did they come from? It shouldn't be possible. The Mewman race shouldn't have survived." Dave had a look of deep shame. "They… We… sacrificed all of them."
Unexpectedly the King of Spades begun to laugh. The three other Kings shared a look of confusion on their faces as the King of Spades uncontrollably laughed. As the King of Monsters got up from his seat, Solara's look of confusion turned into a death stare. Out of everyone who had gone through the ordeal of the previous Battle Royal, only the King of Monsters savored it. He always found it to be a point of no contention; he thrived on conflict and it didn't matter to him as to how it happened.
Solara asked in disgust, "What is so funny? Do you find humor in the loss of our kingdoms? Our people?"
The King of Blades halted his laughter, "The strong survive." His eyes glowed red, "And the weak die. It was the same the first time around, it was the same then, and it will be the same when the end comes. Whatever Toffee is doing has nothing to do with me. Especially now that you've given me this information. I actually now have something to do."
Dave cocked his head at the red-eyed King and demanded an answer, "What are you going to do?"
The King of Spades' crimson jacket whisked behind him as he turned towards the exit of the pizza parlor. He rushed to leave as he now had a more important matter to attend to. This new information could only mean one thing he speculated.
Dave continued to demand from the leaving King of Spades, "Where are you going?!"
The bell above the exit rang as the King of Spades opened the door. He turned his head slightly to look back and respond with a wide toothed grin, "To find my heir. Ka-ka-kah!"
There was a silence amongst the seated kings. A cold autumn wind swept into the restaurant as the door shut itself behind the King of Spades.