Hi Everyone!

Edited to spell Kurloz's name right because for some fucking reason i spell it wrong every damn time!

The winning vote by only TWO VOTES!
Meulin!

The glitter on the walls glints off of Dave's shades as he tries to push himself up off of Meulin's back. "Pounce this is embarrassingly uncool. Put me down." his words go unheard as Meulin turns down another hallway heading for the steps leading down to the dungeons. A loud excited hum echoing down the halls as she turns again, gripping tighter to Dave's legs.

"How do you expect us to get anywhere without being noticed with you carrying me like a sack of sexy potatoes on your back and you humming so loud the whole place can hear you?" Meulin turns yet another corner stopping in a room with a small door on the other end. She grins to herself and steps closer to the door proud that she remembers the palace so well after so long.

A deep chuckle leaks out from under the door causing Dave to freeze and stare with solid wide eyes at the door they're walking closer to, his glasses slipping down his nose. "Pounce... POUNCE STOP!" he grabs at her hair and yanks it to the best of his power causing her to stop and glare up at him.

"WHAT IS IT DAVE!? WE'RE ALMOST THERE YOU KNOW!" Meulin scowls as Dave's wide eyes stare unflinchingly at the door ahead of them, another chuckle ringing through the room from behind the door. Meulin's scowl turns into a concerned frown as she slowly lowers Dave to his feet, turning with her arms on his shoulders to support him as he wobbles in front of her. "DAVE? DO YOU HEAR SOMETHING?"

Dave moves his hands up to cover her mouth jerking his head to look at the door behind her again. "Be quiet. There... There's this insane CLOWN down there. That laugh... That guy helped kill me. We can't go down there yet."

Meulin tilts her head, watching his lips before running her tongue out along his palm. He recoils in disgust, wiping his hand along his shirt, teetering backwards away from her, nearly falling from his still unstable legs taking on all of his weight without help. She turns to the door again, then back to Dave, her voice normal in her attempt at whispering. "That clown is not insane." She lets out an annoyed huff before turning back to the door and stomping over to it, flinging it open to slam against the wall.

The laughter stops echoing up the steps as the door bounces back off the wall. Footsteps echo up from the darkness. Dave steps forward, stumbling to his knees his glasses falling to the floor in front of him. The clatter causing him to flinch and freeze up, arms shaking under his weight. The footsteps stop the room falling into a thick silence as excited green eyes and wide solid red ones stare at the opening to the basement below.

A muffled sound comes from the darkness. Tall lightly curving horns come into view from the darkness followed but untamed curls and a painted face, lips pulled into a strained frown around the string holding them together. Dave gulps, pushing himself up onto shaking legs. "Pounce you have to move! POUNCE! MEULIN MOVE!"

A muffled word comes from the bound lips as the clown lunges forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Meulin. An excited squeal fills the room as Meulin's arms wrap around his neck, fingers lacing into the knots of his hair as she buries her face deep within the thick locks. Dave stares dumbfounded as the two spin, Meulin's arms and legs wrapped around the clown's body as she giggles and purrs.

They slowly stop turning and Meulin's bare feet settle back on the floor without a sound. Her hands move up to cup his cheeks, thumb brushing across his stitched lips. "Oh Kurloz... how will anyone hear your beautiful voice now?" The clown gives a sad smile and moves his hands up to cover hers, fingers lacing together as his purple eyes close and he moves into the warmth of her palm.

Dave's mouth opens in confused disgust as he stands awkwardly watching the two snuggle closer in silence. "What the smuppet fuck is going on here?"

Purple eyes turn to stare at him, going wide and bleeding into a solid shape. Meulin reacts, grabbing Kurloz's hair and yanking him back into looking at her. "No Purloz. Baby he's my friend. He brought me here brought me back to my body and back to you."

Kurloz looks down at Meulin, then turns his head over to Dave, he nods slowly to the young man. His arms instinctually go around Meulin's shoulders pulling her against himself as he buries his face in her shoulder. "DAVE! THIS IS MY MATE KURLOZ!"

"You mate helped kill me."

"HE DIDN'T KILL YOU!" A stubborn huff comes out from the goddesses lips as she frowns over her mate's shoulder at Dave. "HE'S NEVER ACTUALLY HURT ANYONE... except me. BUT THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT! WE WERE... WELL WE WERE DONG THINGS AND HE LOST CONTROL AND I LOST CONCIOSNESS FOR A WHILE BUT I'M BACK AND THAT'S ALL THAT MAT-"

A splash of olive and purple cut her short as both gods jerk, a sharp edge pointing out of Kurloz's back. A manic chuckle reverberates through the room as Dave steps forward closer to the couple. Kurloz backs up slowly, the sword coming out of his body with a sickening pop as purple blood drips onto the floor. Meulin gulps, looking down at the sword coming out of her stomach with a shaky breath. "Meulin... Fuck we have to get you help let me just... damn it I don't have the remote to call the healers! You! Clown! You have to save her you have to."

The laughter fills the room as a large form steps out from the staircase, untamed hair nearly reaching the floor as the god steps closer. His horns are so tall he has to duck to get through the door and when he stands he's nearly twice as high. The paint on his face looks more like a skull than that of a clowns and the grin splitting across it makes Dave's gut sink. His giant hands wrap around the sword and yank, ripping it out of Meulin her screams echoing through the hallways as she falls forward. Kurloz wraps his arms around her, ignoring his own pain as he sets her lightly against the wall. Solid eyes glaring up at the god above him.

Dave moves quickly, jumping onto the figure nearly three times his own height and grabbing at the sword in his hand. He wraps his fingers around the bloody hilt and pulls in an attempt to free it from the tight grip. The giant god laughs and flicks his arm aside sending the young strider flying across the room to skid on the floor bunching up a fluffy pink rug as he slides across the room to slam into the wall. The god laughs again thick purple tongue moving out to lick his lips as he turns to look at Kurloz and Meulin.

Kurloz stands, eyes flashing a multitude of colors as he moves his hand up, claw catching on the binds of his lips with one swift yank he rips them free, blood instantly welling up from the wounds as he steps closer to the giant god. "Don't move." His voice is quiet, raspy from lack of use. The flashing of his eyes gets brighter as he steps closer. The taller god glaring down at him.

"You think you can control your maker? Don't make me laugh!" The giant troll grins his hand tightening on the sword. Eyes widening a fraction.

"Put that sword through your heart." Kurloz stops walking, standing firm in front of the elder god. "Kill yourself Grand Highblood. For the rule of the Queen. You must kill yourself."

Dave stands, stepping closer as he watches the sword move in front of the giant chest, both hands wrapping tightly around the hilt. The god growls "The Condesce will kill you for this. You and you're disgusting low blood mate."

Kurloz smiles, blood dripping from his upper lip at the movement. "The Condesce will have to die too then."

The sword moves, slicing into the large chest, too small to come out the other side. Purple eyes stare down flashing ones as the God of Destruction falls to his knees, the whole room shaking as his face connects with the ground inches away from Kurloz's feet.

WOW LONG CHAPTER IS LONG The next chapter?
Sass the world as Meenah

See what Dirk's up to