Castle of Demons

Reaching Into the Darkness

   Flapjack frowned. "Perhaps that didn't work."

Toffee gave a thinking hmph and smirked in satisfaction as Flapjack's plan failed. He'd wanted the tiny demon to fail at something. He can't always be right, it's just not fun. "Would you like to try my plan now?"

He opened his mouth to protest, but got cut off as the small, slender figure of Porter poofed into existence and a high-pitched shrill cracked through the quiet, stale air. Flapjack yelped and jumped back as his magic worked successfully. He wasn't expecting anything to come out of it, and he certainly wasn't expecting to see one of Bløød's prisoners show up.

"Where am I?" Porter squeaked in surprise.

"Where's Bløød?" The tiny prince asked briskly. He wanted to see his brother as soon as possible. He loved his brother in a unique way that no other could match, but that also meant he had an unhealthy obsession with him that made his presence addicting.

The albino froze and his gray eyes pierced Toffee's. "I don't know. Can you send me back?"

He huffed. He explained to him how teleportation works; you can't go somewhere if you don't have any clue where your destination is.

"That must mean King Bløød knows where he was arriving. That narrows your choices down if you have any clue what Earth is or how to navigate around it. Have you been here before?" Porter tore his eyes away from the toffee-coloured muscular man. "If not, I don't know what to tell you other than it was a cave."

Flapjack had no clue where that could be. A cave? Possibly a dragon's cove. Does that mean something? He needed Jorn; Jorn had been the king's friend even before he'd been born. He growled in frustration. "Do you know anything?"

He jumped back, a little startled by the force of the question. He knew the prince had just been frustrated and hadn't meant to seem rude. Still, it stung. He looked at the small boy. After the outburst he'd been smug. "I hate to burst your bubble, but if you want to find the king, you're gonna need to suck up."

Flapjack gave Porter a death glare and slid a gun from his sleeve. He cocked the gun smoothly as his arms fell to his side, weapon shining threateningly. "Alright, you'll help us find him or you'll meet an unfortunate fate."

The pale boy smiled nervously. "Excellent. What do you know about Jorn? He spoke about him a fairly reasonable amount. By that I mean he's the only one he talked about other than the cat. Ace and Eca, was it? Right, he never mentioned anything about you, if he did, I don't recall it." His eyes glanced at Flapjack's hand for a moment. He realized he should stop talking; the boy's hands were squeezed tightly around it and his fingers twitched on the twigger softly.

"Try to recall everything from yalls' conversation," Toffee rasped quietly, his deep, rough voice not soothing Porter at all. "At least as much as you can." Somehow, he remembered it extremely clearly and he recited their conversation, telling him everything from the beginning to the end. He simply loved storytelling - it brought out his creativity and really put him at ease. His extraordinary memory was extremely helpful as well.

Flapjack carefully uncocked the gun and slid it back up his sleeve, smiling a little. "So he did mention me..." Even though he hardly said anything about Flapjack, it still made him warm and cozy inside. Suddenly, the world went dark and nothing was visible but Toffee, himself, Porter, and the other prisoners; Seal, Crowe, and Ruby, who all sported the same mile-deep red eyes.

Porter analyzed the blood-eyed three, quickly deciding they were siblings. He suddenly realized he couldn't breathe in the blackness, and they suddenly appeared in the cave Porter was previously in. He looked around anxiously to find that, yes, King Bløød and his brother, Subaru were there. Something was slightly off about the king -- his skin was slightly paler than before and his eyes were slowly fading from electric blue. The king lowered his hands and pulled a tissue from a box he had sitting in his lap and coughed up what seemed to be blood into it. He stuffed the used tissue back into the box, and that's where he saw how unmannerly King Bløød could be. The king threw the box to the ground.