The River Can't Hold Me

Chpt. 3

Castle Bleck.

How long has it been? Ever since the Underwhere happened, all sense of time for the jester was lost. Not that time mattered for Dimentio anyway, as he could patiently wait 200 years for a plan to finally be set in motion and he would not seem any bit older. Dimentio stood himself up and reached for the package that had flown in front of him. The instructions were to open it in a safe place, and this seemingly abandoned old castle should work fine. After all, each of the inhabitants had their own room down one of the halls somewhere. It had been so long that Dimentio had lost the mental map he made of the place so he would be wondering around here a bit... yes, this could take awhile.

Take awhile it did. Package in hand, Dimentio wandered down the seemingly endless black halls, the sound of his feet hitting the floor echoing throughout the barren rooms. Silence was a killer, one point that Dimentio knew all to well. He himself had played that game, keeping his plans secret to the count and the others and yet... he was the one that died. Where did he go wrong? Where had his perfectly drawn out plans go rancid? The world hated Dimentio and long long ago he had decided to hate it back 10 times more. He had wanted a world where he was loved- no. Not love. Dimentio abhorred the word. Such a pointless emotion that somehow managed to best him. That was it... Love.

It wasn't long before Dimentio had realized that he had stopped progress, standing in the middle of one of the forgotten hallways with such a lost, angry look on his face. Flash backs of his past, maybe? It was too short lived to tell. Dimentio mentally shook is head and inhaled sharply, pushing away the idea and continued onward with his trek of this castle... this castle layered in the "story of love." Maybe some day he would destroy it and build anew, painting the walls red in the blood of his adversaries. Ah... another grueling plan that planted such a devious smile on his face. He hadn't seen blood in so long. A way to treat himself next, that's for sure.

After aimlessly trudging through the halls, Dimentio had finally made it to the "living corridors" inside of Castle Bleck. It looked similar to that of the rest of the castle with the interior decorating, just with smaller flights of stairs and everything connected into one elongated alley. Dimentio walked through the kitchen, having fond memories of brawls and chases. The other minions were so incompetent it was laughable. He would have to come back here later and rummage the drawers and cabinets for supplies. Dimentio passed the kitchen and walked upstairs. He had to lean on the wall as to not fall over. His magic was... well, it had deteriorated, but he was sure it would come back eventually. It had happened once before when he-... Dimentio made it to the top of the stairs and he was already out of breath. He had usually relied on magic to make up for his lack of physical strength and skinny frame covered by that purple and yellow jester garb he always wore. O' Chunks, Mimi, Mr. L... they'd all questioned what was with the get up and "underneath the mask" before they were cast asunder. Actually, he wondered where they went..?

Dimentio was greeted by 6 rooms, 3 on the left side and 3 on the right. From where he was standing, it was laid out as Mimi, Nastasia, and Count Bleck on the left starting from closest to him to farthest away. Then, it was O' Chunks, Mr. L, and himself on the right. He assumed that the counts, his, and Mr. L's had gone the most vacant. The count was... gone, he was supposed to be dead, and Mr. L had lost his deep rooted devil and went back to being Luigi. Lucky for him, Mr. L would never cease to exist as long as Luigi remained. If you pushed him hard enough you could probably trip him to turn back into that cocky "Green Thunder." Dimentio always had questioned his intelligence to say the least. He could build and invent like no tomorrow but the name he assigned himself was rather idiotic. Maybe instead of teaching himself how to build masterful contraptions he should have taught himself basic english instead. Shoving that off, Dimentio headed into his room... only to noticed he had locked his door.