~Desdemona~
I hated waiting. It’s not fun waiting. This place was boring and that jerk Faust was acting like he was the boss and I didn’t like it one bit.
“Hurry up!” Moppet snapped at the warlock standing in the cemetery. He made no reply but watch his servant dig up a grave.
Moppet huffed and turned her head at me, “Mona why don’t we ditch the loser?”
“I heard that!” The warlock Faust shouted over at us.
“Wouldn’t it be easy to break into a tomb?” I asked.
“Yeah there the ones that keep valuables right?” Moppet said.
“I’m not interested in dusty trinkets and jewelry,” Faust said and turned his head away from us. I didn’t like him. Although he asks like a kind man towards others, his true nature is cold and cruel. He only shows his true personality around me because I’m just as cruel as him even though I look like a child.
“I’m bored!” Moppet complained. “Let’s make new dolls Mona.”
I nodded and went inside the caravan that we were traveling in.
~Noboru~
The little brat and her irritating puppet went inside the caravan. I sighed and looked down into the hole as dirt would fling out and land into the growing pile, “Hurry up!”
After a few more minutes of standing in the cold, my servant climbed out with a shovel in his rotting hand. He looked disgusting as his flesh had turned bluish gray and the horrible stench of rotting meat cloaked around him. I held my breath and raised my hand towards the zombie’s chest.
A glowing ball of light that appeared in front of the zombie and fell into my palm and the zombie fell onto the ground and was now a lifeless corpse once again. I looked at the light in my hand that was actually a small neon green gem. As I held the gem in my hand the light was fading, then I slowing breathed on it and it glowed brightly. I held the gem over the open grave, “With my Breathe of Life I ignite this Spark and awaken the dead and bind it to my will.” I let go of the gem and let it fall into the grave. There was a flash of bright green light and a person jumped out of the grave and stood before me.
It looked like an ordinary man but his skin looked waxy and his eyes were lifeless, a fresh born Zombie. The Spark, that glowing gem, was very strong and when a corpse embodies it they look like an ordinary living person except a few characteristics look odd. As time goes on the body starts to reject the Spark and the Zombie because what others thought Zombies should look like; rotting flesh and falling limps and reek of decay.
“Now then you are my new servant,” I said to the new zombie. I looked down at the old one and kicked it into the grave it had dug up for me moments ago. “You’ll be number twenty-four,” I said. I never address them by their names. If I did it felt like I saw them as people, they are no longer that, not when they don’t have souls.
“Hey Faucet!” That grating voice of the puppet yelled from the caravan.
“It’s Faust!” I snapped. I was nearly on the verge to snapping that bundle of wood’s head off.
“Whatever,” The puppet’s head was poking out of one of the small windows. “We need to get going. We’re supposed to meet this Nali person right?”
“Her name is Nariku,” I said rubbing my temples. We had heard that the dark queen of the Kenai was gathering allies. I calculated my options and decided that forming an alliance with the Kenais could be useful to get our revenge. I turned to my new servant, “You. Drive the caravan.”
The Zombie nodded and walked over to the front of the caravan. I went to the back and entered through the small door. It was actually much larger inside; the expansion was caused by magic. Neither of us wanted to live in a cramp space throughout our journey. On the girl’s side of the caravan that little witch was making dolls. They looked plain and featureless. No faces or clothing. I looked at the shelf above the little work station and saw complete dolls with faces and clothes. These were the dolls that contain the souls of children, the same children that had inadvertently released Desdemona from her imprisonment for three hundred years. I had no idea what she did with their bodies nor do I care. It was kind of funny, a couple of empty shells sitting on the round side somewhere. I wonder what would happen if someone or something would find them.
I went over to my side of the caravan and I heard that puppet singing an old playground song but it was a twisted version of it;
“Miss Marry Mac Mac Mac
All Dress in Black Black Black
She has a Knife, Knife, Knife
Stab in her Back Back Back
She can not breathe, breathe, breathe
She can not cry, cry, cry
So that way she begs begs begs
She begs to die die die”
When it finished singing, I clapped my hands in applause. “Cute,” I said sarcastically.
“Thank you,” The puppet said. I was surprised that it actually used manners and looked at it. I saw the puppet was sitting on the other side of the Desdemona’s work bench. I frowned and looked at the girl who was still making dolls. Was she just using ventriloquism or did the puppet actually talk…? I shook my head and read one of my books as the caravan moved on.
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Yeah! I wanted to post about Desdemona and Noboru. I like them ^^ I didn’t want them to go on their own so I made them work together.
I do not own the song! I found it in a book. I added it because I wanted Moppet to sing something creepy XD
