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Chapter Two
There would be great reverberations from the death of Vitalus. His father fell into a depression, followed instantly by the townspeople as they all realised what must have become of their hero. A town statue was placed, and flowers were high every day from visitors. Even the animals of the area seemed solemn - dogs refused to eat much, cats would stay in their homes.
The sister of Vitalus, upon hearing the news, was overcome by grief and jumped from the balchony of her tall tower and died. Her rich husband, mad with rage, blamed the town for his disappearance and declared war on the hopeless settlement with his massive military arm. There is now nothing left of the village, all of the citizens slain mercilessly and all of the cottages burnt to the ground.
Of all whom these events mattered to, the beast that had slain Vitalus was not one of them - he had more important things on his mind. Today, in particular, he was waiting for someone who was now late by roughly ten minutes. In his humble dungeon, he sat on the chest filled with corpses, his arm supporting his head, his tail wrapped around his ankles. Finally, his contact appeared.
"Barrorack, how are you?" smiled the small pitiful creature before him. It looked like a mishappen garden gnome with a rat's tail.
"Bored, Zig, when's the next march?"
"Well, about that, Barry, there's no important wars to be fought. The angels have sunk back to their heaven, the wusses. The only reason we aren't burning the humans until someone thinks there's been an eruption is because of the sunlight, you know that."
"Zig, this is ridiculous. Have you ever wondered why we shouldn't just kill them all at night?"
"Now you're the one being stupid. Have you ever wondered? How long does it take to march an army, and how long is night-time? Great thinking there, buddy."
"We could just take stops, dumbass -"
"And find a gigantic cave to house a whole army in every night? This one we're in here hardly accomodates you, fatso."
"Why am I putting up with this again?" Barrorock stood swiftly and took a ground-shaking step towards Zig.
"Ap, ap, AP! I think you're forgetting something!" giggled Zig as a tremendous invisible force threw the huge beast into the wall. He hit the wall badly and his arm bent the wrong way.
"Pff, fine..." grunted the beast as his arm cracked back into place automatically. "Where are the others? I invited five."
"Three couldn't make it, and the troll was killed. He was only down the fields to you, what stops you from checking on him once in a while?"
Barrorock grunted again. Blug was a good troll, but he never really got to know him. From how much he knew him, Blug was a womaniser at best, and worse, a Homophiliac - a human lover. He shivered. What a strange fetish. The others he had invited, he could understand why they couldn't make it. They lived nowhere nearby - an ogre and a worm, not the fastest travelling animals. Except...
"Zig, how could the freaking centaur not make it? He's half bloody horse!"
"I dunno. But come on, Garroara was always an asshole."
Barrorock sighed heavily, and his scaled spiked tail flicked lightly. "I need to get out of this heaven-hole, Zig. It's crap here, there's nothing but the odd hero to brighten your day."
Zig put his hand on his chin, as if thinking for a moment. "I could take you to Gehenna if you got any good souls on ya, and some ink. But you make your own way from there, righty?"
"I'm sure I'll manage," grunted Barrorock as he stood, turned, and opened the chest. He pulled out the oldest of the corpses, now a skeleton. He threw it to one side. The next, he giggled at, was missing both eyes. There was no gore around them, meaning not enough blood.
Finally he pulled out the corpse of Vitalus. "I hope it don't haffta be too fresh. Do your stuff, Zig."
Zig picked up the corpse with his mind and lied it down onto the floor next to him. With a sniff, the corpse exploded. The gore settled neatly into a pentagram, and a purple gas was floating above the centre. "The blood is crap, but the soul more than makes up for it. Who was this chump?"
"I don't know, I'm just happy it's gonna work. I hate this place."
"Alrighty then." With a flick of his odd fleshly tail, Zig condensed the purple gas into a ball, where it split down the middle and produced a fine stream of what could only be described as 'black light'.
"C'ya then, cheers for the ride," thanked Barrorock as he stepped into the light, and with a slight vacuum, was gone, along with the portal.
Zig stood for a moment, playing telepathically with the skeleton, making it dance. Suddenly the skeleton slumped over and smashed into pieces.
"Crap..." he checked his backpack, pulling out two small jars. One was filled faintly with a pink haze. The other had but a few tiny drops of blood in the base.
"AWWWW, BASTARD!" he shouted, as he wondered about a route home.