Do not own labyrinth. Okay guys I know your going to hate me but I think I going to just go with using a narrator, too many things are about to go down and I think its only fair to get everyone's emotions and actions done correctly. Well let me know if you like it or want me to go back with first person. Thank you to all who reviewed it truly means a lot, it's the only way I know if I'm doing okay.
Chapter 7 Dark Waltz
Dimitri Stood watching with a feral smile on his face. He couldn't help but be pleased with the reception he received from Jareth. Angry was what suited Jareth, and especially the darkness and power that came along with it.
The atmosphere began to morph from serine to hostile, people in attendance knew who had entered and dared not interfere in this ancient battle; so one by one they disappeared until only Jareth's royal guards were left standing along side Armond and Dimitri and his band of dark lords still stood at the entrance of the ballroom.
The tension of magic so thick from both sides that it began to sizzle and snap in the air like static, turning the grand ballroom into a dark arena of vicious and brutal energy. Ancient powers that lay dormant for over three thousand years were finally being summoned to come forth and meet their long awaited destiny. Only the beings which gave life to this dark energy could ever command it and wield it to their bidding.
Jareth never lifting his gaze from Dimitri, carefully lifted Sarah into his arms, whispered words in ancient fae, and she disappeared from his hold. Now that Sarah was safe in their chambers the dark waltz could begin.
Dimitri looked irked with Sarah's absence but covered quickly with a sharp snap of colorful magic above his head whirling and twisting, images of grotesque creatures appearing. The display did not go unnoticed by Jareth who began a darker more sinister display of magic above him but unlike Dimitri's, Jareth's magic held no image of dark creatures but just a black void that seemed to consume all energy from the room.
Dimitri lifted an eyebrow at Jareth's demonstration of the dark arts "Impressive Jareth, have you been practicing?" he began to walk towards Jareth slowly "because last I remember you were a bit hesitant" scowling as if trying to remember Dimitri continued to provoke Jareth with his words "In fact, I remember you too weak to counter this!" with his last word, a bright blue light flew from his hand going directly to Jareth's head.
Jareth simply lifted both hands in front of him and produced a transparent shield and without so much of a blink countered his attack with a the same magic Dimitri had used. Showcasing his vast knowledge of magic was not limited like before.
"Dimitri, you seem to be taking things for granted, truly you insult me with this child's play." Now Jareth began walking in opposite of Dimitri, as they both circled the dance floor of the ballroom, never taking their eyes off of their opponent.
"You won't win Jareth, you lost her to me last time and this time won't be any different." Dimitri stated smugly.
Jareth laughed wickedly "Too late Dimitri, as you saw when you invited yourself to our wedding." And snarled "Sarah is mine as it should have been."
Dimitri went stoic, tilting his head slightly he said "That still won't stop me Jareth, and you know it. She remembered me the moment she set her eyes on me, Can you say as much Jareth." A wicked smile of triumph returned to Dimitri's face. And his words worked as accurately as a missile hitting its target at dead center.
Jareth roared as he launched a black ball of fire from his hands towards Dimitri's chest.
Dimitri not expecting the strength of energy that Jareth emitted, blocked a little too late, as he fell down unto the floor with a slight burn to his clothes and chest. Dimitri slowly touched his chest realizing for the first time that Jareth had indeed acquired the secrets of the dark arts after all. But that feeling of realization was quickly replaced by hot fiery angry "I will crush you Jareth and take again all that you hold dear!" spoken with such malice and hatred that had it been directed to anyone else the magic in the words would have turned them into ash.
The guards on both sides just watched and waited for any command from their Lords, for they knew better then to attack when not commanded.
Jareth and Dimitri continued to they dark waltz of death and just as they both began to summon their magic for attack, a great light entered from the ceiling blinding them all. "ENOUGH!" A powerful voice spoke with great authority. "With whose authority was this quarrel given life to a duel of magic?"
All in the room kneeled to their High King, including Jareth and Dimitri who lowered their heads also. Having the attention of the High King was not something they both wished to happen.
"Answer me Jareth and Dimitri, under whose authority!" the High King loosing his patience.
Simultaneously Jareth and Dimitri answered "Father we…." Both stopped short in their answer as they realized they had spoken as one, and stared at each other with complete hatred.