The meaning of my existence...

[Psychotic Circus]

"How's the big guy doing?"

"Better than I thought. He's just kneeling here, not doing much for the time being..."

-Sarah Hawk was sitting inside the large pickup truck that belonged to the Psycho King, the brights were shining over the former resting spot of Jaggeroth's beloved family while the Demon of Elkhorn Valley was down on both knees between the graves, a heavy palm resting atop both tombstones. The long, greasy hair was draped over his drooping head as the mask of flesh was laid beside him. Sarah was just there so he wouldn't be alone as she talked to Jerry Nate over the phone while The Shotgun Kid was left down in Omaha to run the show.-

"I think he's crying now..."

"I've never seen him cry. Are you sure he's just not going back into that dark area?"

"No, this is definitely crying. He's just trying to hide it..."

-A few tears had dropped from Jaggeroth's eyes, his back was also quivering out of pure frustration that was giving his sorrow away to Sarah. Pouts started to blubber from between his lips as more water leaked from the works. His arms wrapped around Balthazar's tombstone, his face planted against the cold limestone.-

"Daddy's sorry...Daddy's sorry...oh...don't cry, I'll make this right. Daddy promises...I'll get the bad women..I'll...I'll get her..."


"Shit, he's going to lose it all over again. You need to get him out of there and into a hotel or something."

"Eat shit, Jerry! He'd snap my damn neck in a heartbeat if I tried to drag his blubbering ass away from here. He just needs to work this out with himself."

"Titty fucking Christ. Whatever, just make sure he doesn't hurt anyone until I get up there. Now, unlike some people I have to go to work."

"You'd better win tonight, Jerry. We need the damn exposure."


"Blah blah blah, you just keep your crotch warm, I plan on a Hawkfuckin' celebration tonight."


"...like I'd let you."


-The cellphone clicked off. Sarah rolled down the window to the truck and peered outside of it.-

"Hey, Jared...why don't we call it a night, eh? We can re-group in the morning."

-The large back of the Psycho King rose up in a snap, his muscles tightening as he turned over with the exposed teeth of a savage animal.-

"FUCK YOU, YA' MONEY GRUBBING CUNT! I've never...had to regroup for shit."

-Jaggeroth raised his arms but quickly threw them back down to his sides with another whimper as he tried to hold back another surge of great sadness.-

"It was supposed to be so easy. I had that stupid bitch this time. I was going to destroy her on so many levels her own asshole would implode on her from the mental stress...."


-He fell against the ground, his bony fist bashing the grave dirt where his son once rested. The earth was beginning to collapse and break under the force of Jaggeroth's tremendous anger, sweat began to form on his skin even though the air was cool and foggy inside the small creekside cemetery. The whacked out Wizard raised up onto his knees again with palms open, his roar commanding the evil intent building up inside of him. The two whispering willow trees that shaded the resting place of the dearly departed began to sparkle before the demonic energy inside Jaggeroth broke through the veil of this world and the next, igniting the trees in his rage. Sarah Hawk had left the motor running inside the pickup, the glass slowly rolled up as she picked up the bullhorn controller.-

"Hey...I'm going to go get us some sodas. You just wait here and...um...I'll be back."

-Jaggeroth was bashing the ground again with his forearms as Sarah spoke, his teeth grinding with his empty eye sockets staring a hole right into her soul.-

"GO AHEAD! Leave me like the fucking rest! I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN LIKE A FLEA RIDDEN RAT AND EAT YOUR FUCKING SOUL LIKE I DID TO THOSE ZOMBIE FUCKERS!"

-The truck had peeled out as Sarah made her mad dash out of the cemetery, screeching on the bullhorn that she'd be back to get him soon. Jaggeroth sat between the burning trees, his legs folded as he looked down again, his sorrow overtaking him again, his anger had caused another to abandon him.-


"...every time. Every god damn time I get ahead...it all gets taken away from me. And the fall...it hurts so much..."

-The cackles of madness and sorrow were breaking across his lips, he couldn't contain it anymore, he was beast, but even a beast needed his mate in the toughest of times.-

"And Amanda...she's not here anymore to help make the pain go away...I wouldn't of been half as successful in the fucking business world without her...and she's not here. I can't do this shit anymore...I think it's time to go out like a hero in a vat of whiskey...It's just to cold without you...And that conniving bitch...she took my angel away from me, and she's just going to get away with it again...I don't want to live anymore...I think I'm done here..."

-The Psycho King laid down, crunched up in the fetal position against his Lover's grave stone. His sobbing was starting to sound pathetic coming from a being such as himself. The mask of flesh resting behind him on the ground before it started to lift up on its own into the air.-

TBCB: They know who.

[amandanathan]

A voice calls to him upon the wind, a hauntingly soft and familiar tone. The words almost echoing inside of the ears of the Psycho King as the mask rises higher and higher.

"Jared... Jared... I know you 'aven't forgotten about me 'ave you?"

A soft breeze suddenly begins to blow, lightly causing a slight flutter of his hair at first.

"Jared... Jared... YOU PATHETIC WANKA!!"

The wind suddenly goes violent as the mask turns vertically. The sudden blast of air pushing the monster to his back. A mist slowly forms over him, a pair of emerald colored orbs glow inside of it.

"You've sunk lower than I ever imagined you could... What 'appened to the monster I fell in love with?"

The mist begins to take the shape of someone familiar, someone who once had been as dark and demented as this shell of a man use to be. Jaggeroth lays motionless in his emotional state as for once something is shocking the life out of him. Soon the mist is fully formed and sitting on top of the mammoth mastodon from Nebraska is none other than his own Mistress of Macabre, Amanda. Those emerald eyes gleam as the light of the fire dances on her pupils. The mark still showing on her neck from where the cord that had taken life had been. A snarl covers her face as she looks upon the maskless Jared.

"What 'ave you let yourself become? What 'ave you let the CUNT do to you?"

Her words coming out with a ravenous tone, each syllable coming out gruffer and angrier than the one before.

"You let that bitch be the end of me... The end of our family... You let this 'appened to US!"

Suddenly the spirit begins to dig her nails into his chest, drawing blood slightly.

'I'm in sodding 'ell because of you... What do you 'ave to say for yourself?"

She digs her nails deeper into his chest.

For the sake of what is left of your soul and the soul of our child... It 'ad better be worth the waste of energy to come 'ere..."

Those emerald gems blaze as she awaits his rebuttle.

TBC

[Psychotic Circus]

-The Psycho King looked on in disbelief, he wasn't sure if this was real or if he had finally lost everything.-

"...I...I tried, Love."

-He tried to give the spectral mass of his former living lover a shit eating grin, only for an ethereal hand to come slapping across his cheek.-

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!...I didn't think she'd sink this low...I thought I had her in the palm of my hand and ready to be crushed. I was going to force her to change..then eat her fucking soul and savor the flavor..I can't do this shit...not without you. Sarah's just a stupid cunt, and I think she's humping Jerry on the side...I have no one...they're all turning against me again! Now Haven has our child...and she's using him against me...she found the weak spot, and she's crippling me!"


-He looked deep into her glowing orbs, seeing that his response wasn't good enough to appease her suffering spirit. He moved onto his bottom and tried to hold her, trying to remember her warmth, but received nothing but the cold of the grave from her in response.-


"I'll get her...don't worry, Love. I'll hunt her down, I'll rip everything that's important away from her and reduce it to ashes. Her spirit won't even have time to leave her smouldering corpse when I get that fucking whore in my clutches again. I promise...I promise...just don't leave me again...I need you...I can't do this alone. The insanity...I can't handle it anymore alone....why did you leave me!? I was there for you! I was coming...I was coming to save you from her...I begged you to stay with me...but you left..."


-Jaggeroth tried to hold the mist in his hand, his wife's otherworldly form as he continued to sob and delved even deeper down the spiral, his mind wasn't going to be able to handle much more before it finally snapped for good this time.-

TBCB: My dead wife!

[amandanathan]

A blood chilling scream echoes throughout the graveyard. As the spirit suddenly begins to rest.

"O' don't worry my love... I am not going anywhere... Just like the father.. The mother 'as 'er own tricks... The mother knows a lot more than most give 'er credit for... Our family will be whole again soon... You mustn't forget the things you taught me... Or the things you 'ave learned over the years as well... Pain, sadness, weakness that leave the body cold... But better the secrets that hold their weight in gold... I 'ave gifts for you my dear 'usband... Gifts that all in 'eaven and 'ell do fear... And the way to find said gifts..."

She touches the still free floating mask and it begins to glow. She slowly pulls it closer and kisses it.

"Look throw your old eyes my love... The original windows that you used to look upon this o' so damneding world..."

She re-applies the facial cover to his face. Gently pressing her etheral lips to his as she does so. She points toward her grave, a glowing shovel leans against it.

"That is the first... The others will come in time... You figure out the way to use it... Then you will know what is to come... The powers that most mortals know will no longer conspire against you... 'eavens light will no longer fall on that sodding whore... You take the right steps... On the right path... And you my love... Will 'ave all your dark heart desires... And all the tools you'll need to crush ever last person who did this to us... Yes the first face you see will be the last to fall... But darkness rises... When silence dies... "

She leans into his ear as her cloud like fingers drift through his hair. Her words coming out a seductive whisper into the ears of a lucid dreamer.

"Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly, 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

She kisses the top of his mask.

"For those who go up your winding stair can ne'er come down... Again..."

She begins to slowly fade away.

"Do what you know you must... My... Love..."

[Psychotic Circus]

-The Psycho King gazed around through his old eyes, the ones that destroyed everything that they gazed upon.-

"It's time...the family must be reunited or the King will fall once more into the pit..."

-The hulking war frame of the Dark Lord Almighty shuffled over to his lover's grave, partaking of the shovel she had left behind for him. He grunted as he started to rip up the grass that had grown over his Lover's grave, the burning willows above being the only light as he began to retrieve his wife from the clutches of the great betrayer below.-

"The great war of our lives is finally upon us all. Only those strong enough, wicked enough, will survive the creator's wrath once the final body has been laid to their eternal damnation! AND THEIR DAMN NATION SHALL BE AT MY HANDS!"

-The Great Satan of GHW took up the shovel, driving it deep into the earth as he took the first scoop of dirt away from Amanda's resting place. He cackled wickedly as the witches moon rose up from beyond the sky, the settings were becoming perfect.-


"I will work my magik, I shall spit on the laws of life and death like I have done so many times before! The greatest warlocks in the days of old could only imagine the powers I have gained through my work! I can enter any realm! Any plane! I can trap a man's essence in my hand if I so desired! No one will take my earthly rewards away from me ever again...I will damn her family, just like how she has damned mine!"

-Sarah Hawk had finally come back with the truck, and exited with two sodas in her hands. Jaggeroth came up, smacking the styrofoam cups out of her hands and emptied one across the ground.-

"What the fuck are you doing!? Jesus Christ, man!"

"There's no place for Jesus here...grab the book."

"What!?"

"I said grab the fucking book, that is, unless you want to die tonight?!"


-Jaggeroth got back to work, removing all the dirt from the grave until only the coffin was left to block him from his beloved. Sarah Hawk came forward and handed him the black book wrapped in a leather seal. The Dark Lord Almighty took it with glee as he opened it over the hood of the trunk and fiddled through the pages. A zip lock bag was taken up, it seemed to be full of gas, but went into a liquid as Jaggeroth snapped his fingers in front of it. There was a name written over it, "Frank Cassady." The liquid was poured into the cup quickly as Jaggeroth took out his knife, slicing his palm down the middle and let it slowly spill inside.-

"I was going to save this...but oh well, I didn't have much use for a weak soul anyways...but it'll work in a pinch for this...hehehehehehe!"


-Sarah looked on with concern, her legs shaking as she could feel the power of her Master surging, the air was thickening and hard to breath as the fog swirled around them. She could feel the eyes of those who had already crossed over watching her. Jaggeroth's laughter wasn't helping either as the book pages started flipping on their own and the shadows all around seemed to come to life on their own.-

Hear these words, hear my cry,
Spirit from the other side!
Come to me, I summon thee,
Cross now the great divide!

-Sarah tried back up, but was blocked by some unearthly force, the cup started to bubble over as the wind whipped the fog around in a circle and the moon took on an ominous tone.-

Hear these words, hear my cry,Spirit from the other side.
Come to me, I summon thee,
Cross now the great divide.
Beloved spirit, My beloved Amanda,
We seek your guidance
Commune with us
And move amongst us

-The cup boiled over and fell to the ground, the liquid inside started to take shape into that of Haven's father. Sarah was now freaked out, she never fully understood the depths of Jaggeroth's power. It tried to plead out, to end this madness once and for all, but all Jaggeroth did was point towards the open grave. The outline of ethereal mass could only hang its head down as it started its final death march towards the open grave.-

"JARED! This is madness! Let the dead rest! We can't be doing this! This isn't fucking natural!"

-The soul stood above the casket in midair, with one final cry for forgiveness from the lord above, then began to descend into the ground.-

Mother spirit, we call to thee
Those who wish to set you free!
Cross on over, so that we may help!
Come to us! Reveal yourself!

-The coffin began to rattle inside the ground as Sarah Hawk tried looking for a way to escape, but it was far too late for that now, her soul had been permanently marked for hell as she was unknowingly the second part of the sacrifice.-

Bring together my Queen and I!
Let the world fall on bended knee!
I summon her to my side!
That she may take her
To be my Love's destined sacrifice!

-The Psycho King turned as the moon quickly change colors, almost as if it had been stabbed as the blood red glow filled the night air around them. The open grave soon erupted into a ball of fire, the flames stayed behind as the heat filled over Sarah Hawk.-

"YOU TRAITOROUS BASTARD!"

-The Psycho King howled out into the air one final time to remove the veil between this world and the next.-

Power of the queen, rise!
Course unseen across the skies!
Come to us who call you near!
Come to us and settle here!
Blood to blood, I summon thee!
Blood to blood, return to me!

tbcb: My blushing bride.

[amandanathan]

Sarah's body is slowly completely enveloped by flame as it licks and pops against her skin, turning her velvet flesh into ember and ash inch by inch. She glares at Jared as the flames creep higher and higher. The smell of burning flesh and hair creeping on the evening breeze.

"JARED! YOU BASTARD WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!"

The fire continues to creep up her legs spattering an eery blue glow cascading from it before it leaps from her and turns black. Her eyes turning a bright and shining ember, as tears fall like rain from them from both the physical pain and the complete realization of the betrayal. The flames reaching up to her neck at this point and all she can do is wait for the possible peace oblivion might bring her.

"DAMN YOU JARED! DAMN YOU AND YOUR WIFE BOTH TO HE-"

Her words are cut short by the flames suddenly over-takening the rest of her body. Her ashes rain onto the cold earth and the wind begins to whip wildly once again. As the wind blows the ashes get swept up into the breeze and begin to spin and glow as if something is using them to force it's way into this reality. The ashes begin to slowly take reform back into a humanoid looking shape. A foot forms, taking on a human pigmentation as the other slowly takes shape as well. A long shapely leg follows, and the other. A torso sprouts from the lower limbs and a pair of arms jut out of it. Slowly the face is revealed an exact likeness except for the eyes. The eyes remain empty holes for a moment, showing nothing, but the empty abyss of the grave. An emerald green light suddenly shines from within the deep pits before taking the shape that inhabits them. Jaggeroth's monsterous mate stands before him, her hair wild and unkept from the time buried within the dirt and her nude body showing signs of trama. Bruises, cuts, scratches, and raw abrasions mar her luscious frame. The Mistress of Macabre's legs give out from under her and she kneels on the grass beneath her, tugging at her hair for a moment she slowly breathes. The air coming into and exiting her lungs as shaky whimpers. Suddenly without a sign or warning a bloodcurdling scream passes out from the lips, slowly transitioning into a howl as she looks up at the still blood red moon with those beautiful green eyes.

TBC

[Psychotic Circus]

-The Demon of Elkhorn Valley rushed over to his re-animated bride and scooped her up into his arms as she continued to scream.-

"Baby Doll! Baby Doll! Hey...hey, it's me! It's your Jared..."

-The Psycho King held his resurrected bride in his arms, holding onto her as the remaining ashes of Sarah Hawk scatter about in the wind. The moon bled again, this time returning to its original, glorious white color. The fog dissipated as everything seemed to return back to normal, all except for the missing Sarah Hawk and the now charred hole in the ground. The living shadows surrounding the two still hung around, informing Jaggeroth that his sins were now worst than the original one that damned the human race. They spoke in whispers while the Demon lifted his Beloved and held her close to his beating heart, letting her take some of his life force so she could return to normal.-

"Hey, give us some privacy here...this is a very touching moment..."

-The shadows returned to the darkness for which they came as Jaggeroth turned back towards his pickup. Amanda was down in the back on the tailgate and made to rest as Jaggeroth gave little tears of joy.-

"We'll get our baby back...don't worry. She's a dead women..a soul marked for destruction."

-Amanda's body lifted up, her legs wrapping around his waist as she held on for dear life the The Great Satan. Her eyes and face had a "what the hell did you do?!" look over them as she cinched her clutch on tighter.-

"...hey, hey. It's ok, it's me. It's your husband. I brought you back...there's nothing to worry about. I love you so much...I sacrificed two tools to bring you back. You should rest though...let's get you dressed..."

TBCB: Amanda.

[amandanathan]

The rusted and weathered woman looks around through her new eyes, taking in the sights of the world. So much has changed since the last time she had seen it all. She stands up slowly, her legs wobble a little as she slowly begins to regain her strength. She takes a shaky step, and then another. Within a few steps she is standing in front of her own burial plot and staring at the worlds written upon her headstone. She reads her name, the date of her birth, and finally the date of her demise. She touches her neck gently, still feeling the strain of the rope that had ended her life. Her voice a weak, breathy whisper.

"Bloody 'ell..."

She turns back toward the truck with and gives her husband a long stare, memories flooding back and hitting the walls of her mind like a nascar track. Faces pop in and out of her thoughts, names from a life long ago. She makes her way back to the truck and runs her fingers through her partner's long flowing mane. Her

"It's good to be 'ome..."

She takes a slow breath.

"Won't you walk into my parlour? It's just up the winding stair... Those enter my parlour can never come down again..."

She reaches to the side of the truck and hands the Psycho King an object that should bring him more success and power than he has ever known. An ordinary enough looking object, but seems are never how they appear. A long handle and a curved blade, the wood pitted and marred by time.

[Psychotic Circus]

-The Psycho King takes up the simple farmer's scythe and holds it with one hand, the lives this weapon had ended all screamed out for peace in an instant as he held the curved, blood stained wood.-

"...a fitting armament for me. This'll make Chris Pyro shit his pants in pure terror when I break this out and slice him and his foolish sword into ribbons...."

-Jaggeroth laughed out as the moans seceded in the hands of their new owner. Amanda's palm reached up and stroked her husband's chin, forcing him to stare deep into her flaming orbs. He looked back with deep, uncolored pupils, their smiles meeting in the middle as he lifted her up and laid her down into the back of his truck once again.-

"And yes...I'd love nothing more right now than to have a stroll through your parlour...I'd love to be trapped inside forever..."

-The shadow figures looked on, still whispering their prophecies of disaster and disorder against the forces of nature. None of that mattered right now, for the first time in over a year Jaggeroth wasn't going to have a cold night ahead of him. The deed was done, the Queen had returned and all was deliciously wrong with the world again as the struts of the extended cab started to squeak under the pressure of The Dark Lord Almighty's pent up frustrations.-

EOT, END OF LIFE.