by Kell Inkston
PARTIES, NO DOUBT!”
“Mmm, actually no. I’m here to get this necromancer out of this oven here. Once I’ve gotten it I will leave promptly, if you’d allow me,” Love says with a polite nod of the head. The tall figure, now flushing the colors of Fall through its body, laughs cruelly.
“IT’S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I’VE TASTED THE FLESH OF A HUMAN. I’D GLADLY RELEASE THE NECROMANCER WERE YOU TO HOP IN IN ITS STEAD!”
“I’m afraid that’s quite impossible. I need to bring it back personally and make sure it doesn’t escape.”
“THEN I’LL JUST TAKE YOU NOW, THEN!”
“Oh, you’re so bothersome, you anomaly. Isn’t there any way we could figure this out?”
“... IT IS POSSIBLE, BUT ONLY IF YOU RECONSIDER MY OFFER TO BECOME MY BRI-”
“I certainly will not reconsider, you something or other.”
“VERY WELL! THAT’S LORD SOMETHING TO YOU! IF I SHANT HAVE MY ONLY HUMAN COUNTER