"The final battle approaches!" A cackle rang out in the throne room as a comically scrawny man in a robe taped his fingers together, his extremely oversized gauntlets and boots showing his true strength. The throne room is littered with bones, and skeletons of all different creatures line the walls as a stream of blood gurgled around the edges of the room. "Now, how should the great Leech greet his heroic guests?" Standing up the scrawny man known to all as "the Leech" let his blood red robes billow around him as he talked to himself.
"Should I appear as they would expect?" At this the man began to grow muscle and height (not that he wasn't already tall) and soon his gauntlets and boots looked at home on the behemoth of a man. "Or should I have a small army of guards that will defend me to the death?" Leech shrunk back down to his normal comical size and waved his hand over the stream, a rune on his gauntlet glowing blood red. From the blood forms began to rise and march forward, making a line infront of him until there was at least fifty knights in blood red armor.
"No, I am not a cliche villain with a loyal army who would protect me to the death." With another wave of his hand the knights melted and slithered back into the stream, which gurgled angrily in displeasure. "Or maybe I should summon a replica of their families and make them fight each other?" With a snap of his fingers a number of ghosts appeared before him, each an exact replica of the heroes's deceased family members. With a gag Leech snapped his fingers again and with a poof all of the illusions disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"Definitely not, much too morbid for my tastes." With an exasperated sigh Leech slouched in his dark throne and placed a hand over his face and let it fall to his side. "Why is being a villain so hard?" He asked the empty air infront of him. A knock could be heard through out the room as someone outside his impressive throne room doors tried to get his attention. Bolting up straight he summoned a mirror to see if he looked evil enough and was satisfied with what he saw. Cracking his knuckles Leech stood up and took a deep breath.
"You may enter." Expecting to see heroes bristling to the teeth with an assortment of weapons Leech was happily surprised when his favorite assistant and only companion Mr. Ghoul opened the door. "Ah Mister Ghoul! Have our guests shown up yet?" To his delight Mr. Ghoul nodded his head and stepped to the side to reveal a band of six heroes.
"I was showing them to your mighty throne room master Leech." Gesturing for the heroes to step inside, Mr. Ghoul smiled when They did so very cautiously. "Now I am sorry but I must be off, I can smell the cooks making dinner and I forgot to tell them that I wanted my meatloaf rare." With that Mr. Ghoul took his leave, shutting and locking the door on his way out.
"Leech! we have come to stop you from destroying all of Quintoak!" The obvious leader of the band of heroes bellowed, his voice echoing through the great throne room. Leech stood stock still except for his eyes which looked over the heroes and without warning appeared infront of the leader.
"You think that your little group of heroes could ever beat me?" Leech laughed in the man's face and poked him in the chest with a finger, making the warrior grunt at the weight. "Your a veteran! You are way past your prime." Disappearing once again he reapeared infront of another man in the group. "A dashing rouge, out to avenge his fallen brothers! Oh how romantic." Leech made a gagging noise as he teleported infront of a heavily armored woman. "Can you even see out of that tin can on your head? It isn't even enchanted to resist magic!" Leech shouted in exasperation before he appeared slouched on his throne.
"Not to mention that your other three companions consist of a drunken dwarf, a little girl, and a ravishing mage." Leech said as he laughed uproariously, making tears stream down his face. "I'm sorry, but I think your looks are the only thing going for you mage."
"Well your not exactly what we expected either." The veteran said as he confusedly looked back at his companions who were just as lost.
"Not every villain is like one in a mediocre fantasy book." Leech said as he summoned a glass of blood and began drinking it.
"Yeah, aren't you supposed to be evil looking?" The little girl asked, making Leech spit the blood out.
"I am Evil looking! With a capital E even!"
"Really? Because you look like a big joke to me." The living suit of armor said with a hidden smirk, but one that could definitely be heard.
"Why you little... You want a joke?! Then how about this!" Raising his hands like a pupeteer his finger tips began to glow blood red. The living suit of armor began to jerk around like she couldn't control her body, which wasn't that far from the truth.
"Wha- s-stop! My armor is moving on it's own!" She yelped as her armor stopped jerking and got into a fighting stance, raising her sheild and sword in a sick mockery of life. Laughing like a lunatic Leech began to twiddle his fingers seemingly at random. The armor charged at the veteran without warning, but years of fighting makes one's reflexes sharp. Dodging to the side he pulled out his bastard sword, his other companions drawing their weapons as well. While the dwarf and the veteran held off their friend the rouge and the mage attacked Leech.
"I think not!" With a wave of his hand a magic sheild surrounded him, blocking some throwing knives and fireballs. "Do you really think that you can win when I am so close to victory?" With a snap of his fingers a portal appeared behind his throne. "Now if it's all the same I'll be on my wa-"
"Oh no you don't! I am not letting you get away, even if it kills me!" A wave of snow and ice broke through Leech's sheild, freezing him in place, literally. A growl could be heard from inside the block of Ice as two blood red eyes glared out of it before it exploded outwards. Leech lifted his hands again and the living armor was lifted into the air. Before any could react Leech clenched his fists, the armor crumpling like paper until it was a warped hunk of iron with blood seeping from every opening.
"You bastard!" The rogue shouted as he charged at Leech, who simply chuckled and grabbed the rouge's head. Lifting the man he punched his fist through the rouge's chest and tore out his still beating heart in a spray of blood. Crushing the heart he dropped the mans lifeless body, the mage and the veteran stood before Leech ready to fight to the death. A quite sob came from behind him made him spin around and look in open shock. The little girl he had brushed off earlier as being unimportant was somehow able to change the destination of the portal as it was pink now.
"Good bye Leech." Something slammed into his back, sending him flying into the portal with a scream. The portal closed and the three remaining heroes collected their dead and left, never to return to this gods forsaken place.