Chapter 11 - You can't just leave the Land of the Dead!
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A/N - A very short chapter this week. I was momentarily distracted by some math
homework. Damn education! Anyway, a big thank you to Clover the Sea-Beast,
Augusta and Deamon Faerie Queen for sticking with this story and for all the positive
feed-back. You guys rock!
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In the depths of hell, the demon hoards wailed with glee as their Prince held the baby,
their future leader, for all to see.
"Ah! He truly has the look of greatness!" said one.
"With a successor this powerful, why stop at the Underground? We could take on the
human world too!" said another.
"Yes, my subjects!" cried the Prince of Darkness "Once he is trained we will have no
limit to our power."
"He doesn't look that powerful to me." said Darren "He's a lot smaller than I thought."
As if he had understood the insult, Caradoc cast one of his (now favourite) fire balls
which narrowly missed Darren, singeing off his goatee.
"He's ****ing lively, this one!" said the Prince of Darkness, thoroughly pleased to see
his dorky servant get hurt "I think I'm going to like him."
The celebrations were about to continue when an extremely shocked young Zean
appeared in the middle of the throne room floor. It was the fool who had damned the
child in the first place.
"Who the **** is that?!?" said Satan....
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Hilarity stared at the pile of ash that had taken Trin's place then at Jareth. She didn't
need an explanation as to what had happened. To damn someone to hell was to banish
them to the land of the dead for all eternity. She quickly turned on her heels and left,
determined not to lose her temper, that wouldn't solve anything. Jareth noticed her
distress and followed her out into the garden. When he found her she was pruning the
living crap out of an old rosebush.
"Hilarity. I can explain..." he started but stopped short at the exasperated look she
gave him.
"Please don't." she said quietly "I understand why, but that doesn't make it any more
acceptable."
"So, what now?"
"We're going to save them." said Hilarity bluntly, Jareth had never seen her get angry
before and was slightly unnerved at how calmly she was behaving. "I don't know
what's going to happen afterwards, though..." she continued.
"We can't save them. That's impossible! They're in the Land of the Dead! You can't
just leave the Land of the Dead!"
"There's a first time for everything." scowled Hilarity, she wasn't angry at anyone in
particular, mostly it was this buggered up place and its stupid little obsession with
poetic justice. "Are you with me or not?"...
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A/N - A very short chapter this week. I was momentarily distracted by some math
homework. Damn education! Anyway, a big thank you to Clover the Sea-Beast,
Augusta and Deamon Faerie Queen for sticking with this story and for all the positive
feed-back. You guys rock!
******
In the depths of hell, the demon hoards wailed with glee as their Prince held the baby,
their future leader, for all to see.
"Ah! He truly has the look of greatness!" said one.
"With a successor this powerful, why stop at the Underground? We could take on the
human world too!" said another.
"Yes, my subjects!" cried the Prince of Darkness "Once he is trained we will have no
limit to our power."
"He doesn't look that powerful to me." said Darren "He's a lot smaller than I thought."
As if he had understood the insult, Caradoc cast one of his (now favourite) fire balls
which narrowly missed Darren, singeing off his goatee.
"He's ****ing lively, this one!" said the Prince of Darkness, thoroughly pleased to see
his dorky servant get hurt "I think I'm going to like him."
The celebrations were about to continue when an extremely shocked young Zean
appeared in the middle of the throne room floor. It was the fool who had damned the
child in the first place.
"Who the **** is that?!?" said Satan....
******
Hilarity stared at the pile of ash that had taken Trin's place then at Jareth. She didn't
need an explanation as to what had happened. To damn someone to hell was to banish
them to the land of the dead for all eternity. She quickly turned on her heels and left,
determined not to lose her temper, that wouldn't solve anything. Jareth noticed her
distress and followed her out into the garden. When he found her she was pruning the
living crap out of an old rosebush.
"Hilarity. I can explain..." he started but stopped short at the exasperated look she
gave him.
"Please don't." she said quietly "I understand why, but that doesn't make it any more
acceptable."
"So, what now?"
"We're going to save them." said Hilarity bluntly, Jareth had never seen her get angry
before and was slightly unnerved at how calmly she was behaving. "I don't know
what's going to happen afterwards, though..." she continued.
"We can't save them. That's impossible! They're in the Land of the Dead! You can't
just leave the Land of the Dead!"
"There's a first time for everything." scowled Hilarity, she wasn't angry at anyone in
particular, mostly it was this buggered up place and its stupid little obsession with
poetic justice. "Are you with me or not?"...
