A cold yet stale wind gushes past Vanier's face, the scent of abandonment and recognisable oder of olden paper engraved with a thick ink permeates out of the small room as Vanier cautiously creaks the door open. Vanier peaks into the small room, just to be met with moutains of papers stacked and scattered alike, engulfing the majority on the room, at the centre lies an inconspicuous and mundane table and chair. They seem to be crafted from a common shade of oak. After taking a intense look around the room, Vanier enters with gentle and fearful steps.
Vanier approaches the table with great caution in his eyes, occasionally he takes a peak behind himself just to make sure nothing had snuck in while he was not looking. At the table stood a singular envelope neatly placed in centre, it had a large wax seal stamped with a logo Vanier couldn't recognise. Vanier slowly picks up the envelope from its residence, he inspects the envelope left and right then up and down, nothing seemed to be out of ordinary. So Vanier curiously tears the stamp off, pulls out the letter placed tightly within the envelope and straights it out.
"Holy manifesto! I ain't reading all that"
After a exaggerated sigh, He begins to read begrudgedly....
Dear Minister,
It is I, Sir Fredrick Heimer, Second in command of the Royal Guards. I have served His Majesty Arminarius The Second. I do know it's not within my place to judge His Majesty and his desicions, but I felt I must implore you that His Majesty newest Jester, could hold a danger to His Majesty and His kingdom.
Unfortunately I do not have any concrete evidence that the Jester is a threat to His Majesty, but I have seen some signs which may be a cause for concern. I started to be warry of him during that prisoner's execution, after the prisoner was declared guilty, the Jester addressed His Majesty to ask permission to execute the criminal himself and as His Majesty was getting bored, the request was granted. The Jester without a moments delay swiftly cut the man's head off with a wide grin on his face, that grin was so unsettling, even for a seasoned knight such as myself, it send shivers down my spine. Regardless of my own fright, the main attraction was the wound inflicted, the swift slash was too clean it was a perfect cut, not even a guillotine could leave such an impeccable mark.
After that day I began to pay more attention to his cadence, the Jester would walk around with that same wide grin and most disturbingly when someone would converse with him, he will never look at the person eyes instead it looked like he looking right through the person, this feeling unnerved folks, and thus no one except His Majesty would ever talk to him.
And the breaking point of which made me draft this letter was that the Jester had begun whispering in His Majesty ear during times where important descisions are to be made, this I believe is why the latest action taken by His Majesty has become more ruthless and sadistic in nature.
Well at the very least for now he seems to have a blind loyalty to the king.
Please look into the matter,
Sincerely yours,
Sir Fredrick Heimer
The Second in command of the Royal Guards
"What a creepy guy, Well he must be gone by now, right?"
Vanier asks himself, but fearing the answer he doesn't respond to his own question.
Vanier spends a bit more time in room, just looking around. In the end there was nothing else of importance, which lead Vanier to venture out in the other direction. It was a long corridor, it just kept on extending. The walls of the corridor was more intricately detailed and furnished than the other walls present within the keeps of the castle, but still that monotone black and grey flourished and spread out in all directions.
At the end was large gate with even more beautiful cravings and embroidery present on it.
Vanier takes a deep breath and pushes open the gates. Vanier is shocked by what he sees,
"Colour!"
The carpet now had a vibrant reddish hue to it. The chandeliers glowed with an every giving bright full yellow. Everything now had colour and just like a hungry man who had been given food after starvation, Vanier too relished in the site.
Vanier eyes fluttered around the room till it's attention was pulled to the centre of the large room, his joy quickly turned to confusion then even more quickly turned to horror.
At the far end of the large room, sits a old man dressed in elegant attire, golden robes flows throughout his body, jewels and precious stones weave themselves as intricate designs to elevate the overall presence of the attire.
On the old man's head stood a crown made of pure glowing gold, with each conner of the crown holding different coloured jewels. This old man was the king. The king had dulled eyes and a soulless expression on his face, it seems like the king also suffered from the same fate as the prison guard, the king was dead.
This only had brought Vanier to confusion not to an expression of horror, what scared Vanier is what was in between the king and himself. In between stood a large entity, for now it was facing towards the king.
The horror of its clothing was woven into the dark cloth using red and black. Red that had faded to an almost blood-like hue on the black material as if someone had smeared blood onto a piece of paper, and strange black cloth dangling off its body. Bells adorned its hood, yet their sound was eerie and disturbing.
The entity was juggling bright coloured balls for the dead king. Feeling Vanier's presence it stopped juggling and it turned just its head without moving it's body, a deafening crack of bones and tearing of viscera can be heard as it turns its head 180 degrees to look at Vanier. It's face had a pale complexion, it had red piercing eyes which stared into Vanier's soul and an ever spreading grin was plastered across its face, it was the Jester the man in letter had mentioned.
With a stern and determined look in Vanier's face, he grips the large door by its handles and slowly walks backward and closes the door.
Vanier walks away from the door while laughing nervously to himself,
"nope nope no no no no.."
But before Vanier could even process what he had just witnessed, a loud explosion radiates out behind him. Quickly Vanier turns to see what was that sound from,the large closed doors were now wide open, he turns front to run, but is stopped by the Jester standing in front.
Vanier quickly runs into the king's room to create space between him and the jester. Vanier unsheathes the blade and takes up a stances facing the Jester. The Jester slowly and calmly walks into the room with only the chime on his hat indicating that he is moving.
"You ready to die? you creepy fucker!" Vanier provocates as his blade begins to glow with blinding radiance.
But the Jester seems unfazed by the provocation, with its grin still as dreadful as ever. The Jester started juggling again, the colourful balls seem to float in its hands as they move in near circular motion.
WHOOSH!
A blurry red object flies past Vanier And the clatter of metal shards rings. Vanier peaks at the stolen blade, to see just the only the hilt of the blade.
[RADULFUS'S SWORD HAS BEEN DESTROYED]
"Fuck!"
The rest of the blade disappears from his hand in a glitter of dimmer light.
Before Vanier could even greve the loss of the blade, a yellow ball is flung at him, without a seconds delay Vanier jumps out the way with hastened breath.
BOOM!
A crater the trice the size of the ball appeared at the spot Vanier just before stood.
A series of balls were flung at Vanier causing him to keep running to avoid them.
'This fucker is purposely throwing the balls much slower than before, he is fucking playing with me!'
Vanier continues to run like a coward, evading the onslaught of juggling balls.
He starts to get lethargic from running in circles to avoid certain death.
"Wait!"
The Jester stops in mild curiosity. Vanier breaths heavily as he takes this time to rest. After a couple seconds he stands straight and address the Jester with dumbfounded confidence.
"Do you know how hard it is to loot a corpse while maintaining basic human dignity? Actually, nevermind that dignity shit. Do you know how hard it is to loot a corpse without feeling awkward? That sword was practically family, Mostly because I stole it from one."
The Jester kept on listening with an amused yet still creepy grin on its face.
"So listen here you ugly fucker, you dress like a bitch with depression and worst of all your not even funny!"
The Jester face contorts into a horrific frown.