Soooo! It's been a while. I'm up to Chapter 5 now, still forming the story in my head and writing accordingly. This will be a decent story, I can tell. I like where it's headed. I like the characters I've chosen to write about and the setting as well. It's got potential. Don't fret if I update a lot with edits. I'll do that quite a bit; it's just me and my perfectionist side.
Also, forgive me if it's bad :( like I said in the previous chapter, my editor is so dumb (so dumb, so dumb... he's climbin in your... nvm) and she is "busy" aka too lazy to edit.
I appreciate all the lovely reviews I've gotten and I love you alllllllll~ :D
So here's chapter 2, Enjoyyyyyy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dimentio, Jaydes, anyone else etc.
Claimer: I DO own Blasphemious, Gerard, and Chris! Woohoo for pointless OCs! (at least they're not gary stus or mary sues...)
Dimentio could feel the Queen's power from just looking at her. A tall, black and purple hat rested on her head. The hat alone was probably three feet tall. Her face was angular and sharp. She stood a good 6 feet tall, and she wore a dark black cloak that flowed down to her feet. Jaydes eyed Dimentio suspiciously.
"And what… do we have here?" She asked, looking at Blasphemious.
"Your Majesty, this is Dimentio. He is new here. He's ready to hear his fate." Blasphemious bowed to her.
"Dimentio, hmm?" She looked at him firmly. Dimentio stood strong under her gaze, looking back at her directly. The insane amount of power and respect this woman had made him envy her greatly, and he knew she wasn't one to mess with.
"Hello, Queen Jaydes." Dimentio curtly bowed.
"So you're ready to hear your fate, are you?" Jaydes frowned slightly.
"If that wouldn't be too much of a bother." Dimentio smiled at her.
"No, it won't. But I can't guarantee you'll like what you hear." Jaydes turned on her heel and began walking into her castle. "Come. Blasphemious and Gerard, stay behind. This is something only the ears of Mister Dimentio should hear."
Dimentio obediently followed her into her castle. The ceiling was unbelievably high, probably due to her tallness and hat. On the floor was a dark red rug that stretched on to the end of the hall, where it split into two directions. A picture hung on the wall of a couple. He recognized the girl as Jaydes, and the man was much smaller than her with a long white beard and angel wings. He assumed that he was the ruler of the Overthere, judging by his appearance.
"This way, hurry along." Jaydes turned left at the end of the hall. "I'll take you to my office. I have something I wish to discuss with you."
Dimentio frowned at this, but followed her nonetheless. She led him into a small room. There was a tall purple chair behind a desk, which Jaydes sat down in. She motioned for him to sit down in the chair across from it. Dimentio sat down in it and stared at her.
"You aren't like the others are you?" She asked immediately, gazing at him with a look he couldn't quite place.
"I don't know what you mean, Your Majesty." Of course he was like the others, wasn't he? His game had ended, and he was here, where he should be.
"Did you say your name was Dimentio?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Well, Dimentio, I must admit that something about you seems a bit off to me. I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to look into your games." She smiled at him, but her sickly sweet smile made him a little uneasy. "It's business for my position. If your games seem to be worthy enough, I'll grant you permission to go to the Overthere. I'll admit, it's much better there than it is here." She pondered this for a moment, leaning forward on her desk and propping her head up in her palms. "Though I'll say that I'm a nicer ruler than King Grambi."
Dimentio wasn't quite sure what to do, so he smiled at her like a good boy.
aydes slowly closed her eyes and a dark purple aura surrounded her. Suddenly, Dimentio felt the memories of his game life being pried open. He narrowed his eyes; he highly doubted that she'd be pleased with the way he spent his games. Attempting to end the universe usually wasn't something that was looked upon lightly. After a minute or so, Jaydes opened her black eyes and stared at him with disbelief.
"You…" Her voice shook, and she briefly covered her mouth with her hand. "What have you DONE?" she cried, standing. She brought her hands to her face, then crossed them, and uncrossed them. "I… I don't know what to think of you," she choked out.
Dimentio stared at her steadily. Of course she didn't.
"You certainly aren't going to the Overthere, that's for sure." She finally whispered as she glared at him darkly. "I… I knew I felt something odd about you. But I didn't think it was a bad thing." She took a deep breath, as if to steady herself. "What you did is unforgivable… Leave my sight immediately."
Dimentio looked at her for a moment.
"GO!" She yelled, clenching her fists at her sides. "And don't you ever come to see me again, until you have purged your ways!"
Dimentio stood from his chair and walked out the door and towards the exit. He knew something like this would happen, but it was easier to get it over with quickly and not get too attached to everything here. But… her punishment wasn't as extreme as he had expected. He had gotten lucky this time. He'd expected something like eternal life in the River of Twygz or the likes.
Dimentio walked out the front door of the castle, glancing over his shoulder temporarily at the place he probably wouldn't be seeing again for a long while. Ah well, he thought. I don't need the Overthere to make me happy.
"Hey Dimentio! How'd it go? Are you going to the Overthere?" Dimentio started for a moment when Blasphemious spoke to him; he hadn't noticed that the man was in front of him. Blasphemious grinned.
"Not quite, Blasphemious. If you'd excuse me, I'll be on my way." Dimentio bowed lightly and began walking off.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
Dimentio looked over his shoulder at Blasphemious, taking in his pure ugliness for what he hoped was the last time. "Ciao!" He called, and turned back around.
It was a shame to leave such pure hearted people alone. Part of him wanted to see them suffer. But the other part of him thought, 'no, don't do that. Don't associate yourself with them anymore.' Honestly, what was happening to him? He was becoming a softie. Thoughts of becoming friends with Blasphemious had fleetingly crossed his mind, and he merely laughed at them now. Of course he wouldn't make friends here. It wasn't worth it, was it? He had seen what happened to Count Bleck… Blumiere because of his so-called 'friends'. He had been defeated by a short mustached man, his brother, a princess, and a turtle.
He brushed the thought that he also had been defeated by them away as he continued walking.
Suddenly, he bumped into a small figure.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, freak!"
Dimentio looked down to see a small person glaring up at him. "My apologies, sir." The man had dark blonde hair and green eyes. He was short and thin and lanky, and the sight of him reminded Dimentio of a twig.
"Yeah, you better be sorry! I've got to look my best if I want to confess my love to the fairest of all fair."
"Who?" Dimentio asked, smiling lightly at this odd man.
"Well, the Princess of course!" The short man rolled his eyes, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
Dimentio thought for a moment. This princess sure was being mentioned a lot. He found himself wondering if she really was all that beautiful. But he quickly shook the thoughts from his brain as he focused his attention back on the man in front of him. "Ciao," he said, and walked past the person.
"Hey, wait! What's your name?"
Dimentio smiled to himself. He'd find out sooner or later, wouldn't he? "Dimentio."
"I'm Chris!"
Well Chris, thought Dimentio, I hope the Princess likes shorter men.
/Chapter 2
