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// Chapter 7 
// Story: The Darkest of The Light 
// by Moonghost 
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Blue Blood quickly racked his memory to find any useful information on Grogar , before remembering something from a book he had read. Grogar The Undying: always ask for parlay with him, should you have something he wants, and never ask for mercy, as you will receive none. 

“Grogar I demand parlay!” Blue shouted at Grogar.

“On what Authority?” Grogar spoke as he continued to Advance on Blue Blood.

“On, ah…” Blue Blood scramble to think of someone. His mind suggested Celestia, to which he immediately dismissed the idea as, from all he had read, Grogar had a burning hatred of his aunt, then his mind suggested the (perfect) idea. “ On the Authority of The Court Jester.” Blue Blood proclaimed, the Instant the proclamation had left his lips, he felt the very air around him shiver and retreat away from him. 

“Did you just say The Court Jester?” Grogar said in a tone so flat and hard, that you could build a house on it.

“Yes?” Blue tentatively replied,

“Now, why would One of the Sun-spawned, be calling on the authority of the royal of the word-spawned?” Grogar questions, still advancing, and continued speaking, not letting  Blue Blood reply. “May haps, he has met The Fae himself? In all likelihood unknowingly, for surely he would have quivered in terror, if he had knowingly met them?” Grogar said, before finally stopping and sitting upon his grand throne of death.

Though grand is not an adequate description of the throne, monolithic would be a more apt description for the throne was indeed massive. Adorned with the carved bones of countless long dead creatures, from the grand skull of the arimaspi that sat above the head of the throne, to countless gems of sirens many still glowing with malevolent power, to spines of ancient windigoes far less tame then the ones of which were banished by the flame of friendship, to the skulls of changelings most still oozing blood as if the heads had just been cut from the necks of the dead, and finally the skulls of countless unicorns, all their horns sharpened to deadly points. 

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Grogar said leaning on one of his armrests.

"Well, I ah?" Blue stammered.

"Well, I, Ah, What, Boy? speak up!" Grogar Boomed.

“Come now Grogar, lay off the kid, He hasn’t done anything to you.” The Voice Of The Court Jester said, their voice sounding like thousands of voices muttering quietly. If you were to focus on the voices, you would hear millions of names all swirling in a maelstrom of other names. 

Grogar and Blue Blood turned to the voice.  One to see an old friend, The other in terror and hope, they turned and saw The Royal of the word spawned.

The Court Jester was tall and extremely gaunt, royal golds, and silvers, now pale shadows of their former glory, covered their pale sunken grey skin and thin layer of black fur. They stared at Blue Blood, and Grogar, out of wizened old… I suppose eyes will do for an adequate description, and grinned at them with teeth that were changing every time Blue or Grogar looked away, or blinked. A Great blade hung from a group of three loops of rusted steel, The Blade, was a roughly polished blade of… The best way to describe it would be squirming Souls jammed into shape, it’s handle was a perfectly shaped piece of obsidian, a Stygian iron cross guard and a pommel of onyx. But what made Blue Blood shake with horror, were the pair of great scythe-like bone wings that extended from their back, for he knows those wings, the wings of a kind stranger he had helped home, the wings of a long dead race, the wings of Golden Blade. 

Blue Blood had frozen for what to him felt like an eternity, but, what was in reality five minutes, twenty seconds, and, twelve milliseconds. When Blue did come to, he realized that, he had been moved. Blue took a moment to take in his surroundings.

firstly, he noticed was that the magic in the air, felt off, it felt like it was trying to take something away from him, secondly was that wherever he is was massive, the sealing, and wall were so faraway, that he couldn’t even see them, thirdly the floor seemed to be covered with arcane matrices, the purposes of which Blue didn’t know, and finally he noticed that he was not alone, for The Court Jester themself sat next to Blue on a stool, and after seeing that Blue had finally seen them. They began to speak, before Blue could’ve time to scream.

“Oh, you are an interesting little thing, aren’t you?” The Court Jester mused aloud. “Normally I would just steal your Name, and, leave you to slowly implode into the nothingness of one of the Nameless, but, if you disappear that, Olde Sol Invictus would notice you’re gone, and because you’re were asking extremely specific questions. Questions of which, only two possible beings, could have made  you want to ask, and after meeting one of them and because you’re still sane. That narrows it down to me, and then in lies my predicament, but, also an opportunity, that, I think you will l̵i̶k̴e̴ my f̴̧̐r̸̺̂i̸͖̽e̶̕͜n̷͕̔d̷̜͋!” The Court Jester said, their *Eyes* stare at Blue like he was a tiny insect. They were just waiting for him to take their deal 
”After All! You! Don’t! Have! A Choice!” A cacophony of Voices deafeningly shrieked at Blue Blood.