Oberon was still angry beyond words. It had been a very long, arduous, and disgusting week. He had given away his money, scraped gum off of the bottom of tables at Mickey D’s, he had heard it called. Had helped some disgusting little old woman change the flat tire on her car.
Mab was dead, just as soon as the could get a portal to stay open long enough to get his ass through it.
Picking up dog shit today was the last straw.
Well, that and people stopping him to ask him questions…about the city, the wandering spirits and oh please, please, please, they were lost? Just where were they on this map?
In fucking hell, he had wanted to say so many times that he drew blood biting his tongue.
But, he had maintained. He walked the path, today, with grace and humility. A repentant heart. A soulful journayman. A polite do fucking gooder who was blasting through the portal today and killing anyone who stood in his way. You could not raise the alarm if you were dead.
Finally, the path had brought him back to the cemetary. He still smelled a little like dog shit, himself. He had stepped in some. Well, that was okay. Mab was going to lick it off his shoes before he completely and utterly destroyed her!
As soon as the air started to shimmy behind the angel in the cemetery, he was passing through. Blam! Wham! Thank you Ma’am!
And that was something else. He was no longer going to be entertainment for those spirits that were now showing up just to mock him! He was draining those fuckers and well…he’d be laughing when they were just worthless husks for anyone to pick up and be the bag to fill dog shit with….fucking spirits, anyway!
Taking a deep breath, he began.
“Two, two, two…” he chanted.
There was the shimmer.
“Be fucked,” he grinned at those spirits that were mocking him as he connected to their energy and left them flapping like dirty laundry on the wind.
With pleasure, he took a step in and anchored the portal. Still on the realm of the Cold Moon, but now he had a foot in the door to home. Close this, he thought not.
Well, just look who has come calling, sister dearest, the long, lost, brother.
“Halt,” he heard the voice, “you can come no farther.”
“Really? A scary cloud face? Is this what The Realm has been reduced too?” His laughter shook him to the soles of his feet. My gawd, he needed to be king and soonest. He could show you scary!
“Just what the fuck?” he laughed. “Has my sister spread herself so thin now she must have the clouds of Fae guard her realm?”
“You are the one that is fucked,” came the reply. “My Queen has guards posted everywhere. Take another step and you will find out.”
Trying to push, he took one step then another. Well all right. He was home as he felt the portal close behind him. Clouds….just what the fuck? When he pushed out with his will, he felt it push back onto him. That was new…
“I am her brother Oberon. She will wish to see me. Let me speak to someone in charge.”
“What’s the magic word?”
Magic word? Oberon was speechless. “The Queen gave me the path that has brought me home. There is no magic word,” he hissed.
“Ohhhh, Mr. Got His Panties In a Wad,” the cloud rolled his eyes. “The magic word is please. And you might try thank you for me telling you the magic word, Mr. No Home Training.”
What the fuck! This cloud was giving him attitude!
Well….wait one…the histories of Queen Sookie and King Evan were riddled with just this type of nonsense. Well maybe not. Stories had been told of how Queen Sookie and her King spoke to the clouds. Well just oh fuck….! Was it true?
Had Mab succeeded in awakening the old magic?
“Please, tell your Queen that her brother, Oberon, is here to see her.
And I thank you,” he added sarcastically, giving a slight bow to the cloud who was clearly not pleased with him.
“You are without manners. I shall inform someone. It will not be my Queen.” The face vanished.
The sky shifted colors. This was good. He still could not move forward, but eventually, his sister would send for him.
After all, he had said the magic words. “Please and thank you,” he rolled his eyes. “Mab has never said those three words in her entire life. “Oh,” he pondered that thought. “Those would make good keys to try if she has something locked that I will need access to once I am king.”
“Oberon is dead,” there was a different voice. “He ripped a piece of the heart from The Realm.”
“Apparently not,” came his stilted reply to the newest face that was suppose to scare him. Really? “For I am he and if it pleases my sister, I have come to lay my heart before her throne,” he could not hide the impatience in his voice.
And there was hope in his heart. Yes, oh yes, oh yes, the ancient cloud magic!
“You are dead and the dead are not welcome, here,” fish face replied. “Now be gone.”
“You listen to me,” he spit through his teeth. “When I push past this, and I will, you will be water droplets that I shall piss upon off the palace balcony. I want to speak to your Lord!”
The sky shifted, again. Well, this was good. This bit of sky looked a bit more impressive than the last costume change. He could see dragon trails reaching across the sky! What a welcome sight. So they had not all been slain…most excellent!
“Oberon is dead. He was killed the night of the draining and the shift out of balance. When Mab took all.”
This chap was a bit more reasonable looking. “And were you there to witness this?” Oberon asked in arrogance. “What was that? Please,” he leaned his head in closer, “I can not hear you answer.”
“No,” the voice replied. “I was not. But it is written in the Histories that Oberon died that night.”
“Yes, thank you, The Histories,” Oberon scoffed. “Written from the perspective of drunk and war mongering dragons. You know this to be true. Allow me entrance.”
“I shall seek council,” he said
“Better believe you will seek council,” making a face he gave the cloud that was no longer there the finger. Maybe childish, well yes, he was willing to concede that, but he felt better.
Nice sky. This fucker was just a bit higher up. He could see the dragon in the clouds that was their guard. Finally, someone with some authority! Well, about fucking time!
The cloud took form.
“Greetings honored lady,” he bowed his head.
“And honored greetings to you as well.
Now that pleasant exchanges have been made, you must be on your way. Oberon is dead.”
“My sister, the Queen,” he forced a smile, “will want to know that I am here. Pleasssse,” he drew out the word into a hiss, “tell here that I am here.”
“I do not doubt that you know your way to a portal,” her voice stated. “The fact that you stand here states the obvious.
But Oberon is dead. You need another name to gain entrance. And do not pick a traitor’s name. You will need one that is recognized as friendly.”
“Wait,” he screamed, as she dissipated. “Traitor! Mab has branded me as a traitor!”
As the cloud broke apart, her voice continued on. “You sir,” she addressed him, “have interrupted our day. We were listening to the Sookie hawks call and watching them as they dive through our mists. Despite your fine manners of please and thank you, I suggest that you leave, now.”
“You can not scare me with that shit,” he bellowed, shaking his fist. “I do not give a flying fucking dragon if you turn the sky green. I do not care who I piss off! Come fuckers, seek me out! When I return here, and I shall…you will be no more!”
Laughter rolled from the sky. “Are you threatening me?” the cloud asked.
“Not a threat,” he shook his fist, “but as a Prince of The Realm, that is a promise. I will be back here and with great pleasure, I will destroy you!”
“Oberon, the traitor, was never a Prince of The Realm,” laughter filled the sky. “You are a fucking nobody,” the cloud smirked. “Now, be gone.”
Oberon’s screaming lasted until he felt his ass slammed into the ground. Well just fuck and fall backwards in it! He was back in the cemetery before the angel.
“I…have….had…enough!” he spit out each word. “I happen to have a whole armory of weapons that will get me past a cloud, please, thank you and kiss my kingly,” he screeched, “ass!” as he slammed open the door to his club and then slammed it closed.
“Oh my,” Sookie was wide-eyed. “He sounds upset.”
“Miss Molly needs a raise. She would probably like it in time off,” Eric was watching the flat screen. “The color on this is just exceptional.”
“He has opened the armory,” Sookie girnned. “About fucking time. Mmmm,” her entire being lit up. “My weapons. Hello old friends. You are coming home, just as soon as he closes the door and takes his happy ass back to The Realm.”
“Oh my bride,” Eric smiled. “Good times.”
Was out taking pictures of clouds, yesterday. Storms pushing through and all.
I decided to use them instead of some other magical creatures to piss Oberon off so he would open the armory. (There are faces in some of those clouds, I promise…lol…you will need to click on the picture to enlarge it. I also added the face, circled. Hope that helps.)
Thank you for indulging me.
Next chapter on FF will be The Confrontation. Busy week. Should start on that this weekend.
As always, thanks for reading!
Stake Compton, bring on The Viking!