Annoying Jareth
61 - Fae?
It was one of those days that our fair King wanted to strangle everyone in sight. Even the old man hadn't dared leave the basement, though wether that was out of fear of him or the Creature he did not know. Speaking of the old man, how did he get here again? Jareth shook his head, he was too tired to care. The clean up after Loki departed hadn't been too difficult. Dealing with the Creature had been. He was correct in thinking dropping it into an oubliette was a bad idea. It escaped, with many others that shall remain nameless, and tore through the castle screaming about melting walls and flying beer bottles; bottles it proceeded to throw at Jareth's head. It took quite a bit of alcohol, a group of idiotic goblins and a console controller to get it to calm down. It had been blissfully silent ever since. As always this worried Jareth even more.
Silence always meant something bad. Yet everytime he checked on it the Creature was still vegetating in front of a screen. He decided this was one of those times he should really just accept the silence and remember it would never last.
He was quite right. A few days later it swaggered into the dinner hall, a wicked grin on its face. "I'm a Fae" it proudly announced.
"I...see?" It was hard to keep the questioning tone out of his voice. He honestly did not want to know why the thing suddenly believed it was of fairy descent. Unfortunately he knew he was going to find out.
"Well it wasn't hard to figure out" it smirked. "We're both blonde, insane and have magic powers, see?"
Jareth gawped when the beer bottle it held suddenly levitated out of its hand. There was nothing he could say. Well, there was one thing.
"Did you just call me insane?"
"Indeed", the bottle returned to the Creatures hand and it left, still grinning.
Now our fair King had had to deal with some crazy stuff in his time, but the Creature a Fae? It was preposterous. And calling him insane? That was downright rude. Though the levitating bottle... He shook his head. It was nothing but a cheap parlor trick. It had probably rigged something up just so it could pretend to be magic. He nodded to himself and made his way to the dining hall.
The dining hall was alive. Quite literally. Plates were flying around his head, cups and glasses seemed to be dancing mid air and the cutlery seemed to be trying to impale him to a wall. Jareth fumed and slammed his fist on the table, a wave of magic swirled through the room and everything returned to their inanimate state. The Creature sat at the head of the table looking slightly amused. "Sorry about that, forks don't seem to like people much".
Jareth just stared at it for a moment before turning on his heel and walking out. 'There has to be an explanation for this!'
And it went on like that for a week. The Creature continued to casts random magic spells on his castle, and once on the King himself which seemed to be some kind of singing spell. Which did not surprise him at all. It did however make him wonder. The Creature had been here for a very long time now, yet it had never shown an inclining for magic before. Why now? He paced through his castle wondering what mischief was happening this time. The more he thought about it, the less he believed that the Creature was the one doing it. So who was it?
He considered Loki, but after the previous encounter he decided against it. The Creature and Loki's relationship hadn't exactly ended well. So perhaps one of the many magical creatures of the Labyrinth? Still seemed unlikely. Most refused to acknowledge its existence, and most would probably kill it on sight for invading their kingdom. So who?
Jareth stopped pacing. To be more specific he stopped pacing just outside the large wooden door that led to the basement. The large wooden door that for some reason housed an old man who reeked of magic. He went to knock on the door but stopped. Talking to this old man was infuriating. Instead he stalked off to find the Creature.
He found it sitting in the gardens, a mass grave of empty bottles floating around it. "I challenge you to a duel" he called to it, smirking at the look of horror on its face. "Unless you would prefer to admit that you are lying so we may move on to whatever diabolical idea you have next".
The Creature seemed to consider this. Jareth continued to smirk. "Okay I admit it" it stated simply. The bottles dropped to the ground and it walked off back towards the castle.
Jareth was mildly gobsmacked. He had thought the Creature would actually go ahead with the duel, just to be as annoying as it possibly could be. Something else was going on here. Something bad.
Jareth would've spent more time considering this new unidentified threat but unfortunately the castle blew up and the Creatures cackling could be heard for miles.
A/N - sorry its short
