The story so far:
"sogno della dinistia complete" -> (23 skipped) -> "the power of demons and deom" -> "the beast is cornered"
morgan looked up at the fool, with a hint of determination in his eyes, "tell me..." he said with a steely fire. "who you are... fool." the fool mask prevented her face from being seen, all that was revealed was her mouth and one multi colored eye. in an instant, the fool, along with the eraser butted diom were in front of him. "who i am? OH! you should know who i am, morgan "lost wolf" gavin!" she said with an equal fire to her voice.
morgan was still drwaing blanks about who this fool could be. was it a past love? a rival? or a new threat even more powerful then reseac himself? "you once swore you undying love to me!" morgan simply shrugged. "not ringing a bell there. be more specific." he replied calmly. this wouldnt get either of them anywhere if he didnt know who she was. "i dont remeber swearing anything to you, so how am i-" he was interrupted with a long passionate kiss that caught him completely off guard and out of his element.
there was something in the way her breathe smelled, how it filled his lungs with the scent and at the same time, robbed them of air. "you remeber now?" the fool commented with interest. morgans eyes shook in their place, his mind realing with old information that he thought long buried and forgotten. "its... you... but..." the focus in his mind slipped away as the fool giggled at herp risoners current predicament. "thats right! its ME!" she said, her voice filled with tones of a honey most sweet and deadly to the taste.
"morgan slumped down to his knees, his mind unraveling faster and faster still. the only one thought he could keep straight and mumble repeatedly was "its... her.... its... her...".
morgan didnt know what to think anymore. "this is crazy... just too **** crazy for me..." the fool laughed and jumped and danced in circles around morgan before unmasking herself. herskin tone was a tan color with shadows under her eyes. her blonde hair fell away to reveal a dark haired woman that was a little shorter then morgan. but he knew who it was alright. the nervious deom who had only prior been at morgans side before. gigled insanely like a child with a severe chase of psychotic schizofrenia. "HA HA HA HA HA!WE FOOLED YOU! I FOOLED YOU! HE FOOLED YOU! ANEEH FOOLED YOU!" morgan somehow regretted letting all the raw emotion escape him.
"well, im not worried about a thing now that i know its you! tell me aneeh, hows your brother doing?" aneeh stopped laughing at once and glared at morgan with a black hatred that wouldve curdled his blood had he not been yawning at the sight of it. "look, we can do this one of two ways. we can either have a big drawn out fight and ne of us potentialy getting the crap kicked out of us..." aneeh waited for morgan to finish the second option. "and the other?" she asked impatiently. "the other is, that i can just summon a few of my friends to do the job for me. it isnt really that big a deal for me after all."
morgan closed one eye and thought inwardly for a second. and just for the slightest of moments, aneeh thought that morgan wouldnt even be a challenge for her. "HI!" morgan said in an akwardly cheerful voice. "names reason, and btw? look behind you!"
aneeh looked at morgan with a sudden loss for words before looking behind her to get smacked upside the head with a rather spiky looking club. "TODESGRIEFER: TAIFUN!" reason screamed as the blue magma formed the giant clawedweapon that morgan loved so much. the claws thousand foot chain formed in an instant like a torrent of pop ups, seperated and sucked aneehs form into the center of the mass of spinning razor sharp links. "what!? this cant be happening!" aneeh screeched as the links bounced off her barrier while the rare occurance of a cut appeared on her body.
"let this be a warning to you aneeh! dont **** with us! TODESGRIEFER: BLITZSHLAG!" the links seperated to form three equal sized tornados with the same amoutn of destructive power. the white plane that three were in unable to contain the absolute and ferocious power that the move contained. "tell me what i want to know, and you may survive with all your limbs intact!" reason shouted and the triple threat of razor filled tornadoes pounded against aneehs barrier constantly, acting like drumsticks rapidly beating on a snare drum.
the isnide of the barrier was filled with pounding sound waves of pure noise as the womans mind was slowly going static. "WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW!? PLEASE! ANYTHING TO MAKE THIS TORTURE STOP!" aneeh shouted from within the deadly storm. reason didnt like her that much, so he toyed with her for al ittle while. "what? im having a hard time hearing you above all the racket! BLITZSHLAG!" the three intersecting tornadoes turned into nine, with poor aneeh stuck in the dead center, the barrier creating so much sound that she started to dematerialize.
"I SAID, ANYTHING! ILL DO ANYTHING TO MAKE THE PAIN STOP!" reason didnt know how to make it stop, and morgan was asleep with in his mind, recouperating after the ordeal she put him through. "alright, after you tell me what i need to know, the attack will become harmless to you!" aneeh seemed greatful for his aid, and somehow dreading the moment should she lower the barrier. "what is linheber planning to do with the show!? and what is his ultimate goal?"
aneeh thought for a moment, but the truth was she didnt know. she had to think fast as the barrier was starting to give way to the immense force that was slowly drilling its way through the three inch thick barrier. "i dont know! he said something about working for the elders, and wanting to put an end to morgans meddling!" the answer seemed to be getting through the noise as reason replied. the barrier was only two inches thick now. "alright, then who are the elders? what do they want with the beasts power?" reason asked indifferent to aneehs situation.
aneeh had to think fast, since during her time with linheber ed, he only talked about changes he wanted to make to the script, actors, sets, costumes, props, lighting, worlds, politics, dirt compisition, personality complexs, eye sight, hearing ability, the way certain people walked, dressed, spoke, thought, blinked, looked at him, talked with other people, sucked up to others, follwed directions, weather patterns, opinion peices in the new ork times, micheal vicks return to the nfl, the way beer tastes, and various other things she thought were insane.
the barrier was down to one inch, and the noise was becoming unbearable. "better hurry up! looks like your little trick wont work for much longer!" reason was right. she did need to think of something fast. "ill become a double agent for you alone," she screamed in a poisoned hoeny sweet tone of voice. "ill tell you everything i know and learn! i dont know much else about the demon directors plans for the beast, but i do know how to sweet talk the information out of him!"
this seemed to do the trick for reason. the man smiled with a slightly insane state of mind. "alright, you can lower the barrier now, its harmless to you! but before you do, make a dream clone of yourself thats loyal to me only." aneeh, didnt know what he was getting at but divided her self in two and gave the deom half strict intructions to follow reasons orders. "as you wish." the deom siad as it dissappeared in a flsh of smoke and appeared instantly next to reason with a smile.
aneeh was reluctant to lower the barrier, but did so slowly until the tornadoes passed through her harmlessly. "NOW ATTACK HI-" aneeh tried to screech at the deom copy, but was cut off when all nine tornadoes shredded her into bits and peices of herself, then shredded those bits and peices till nothing was left except a gold and silver ring still attached to a little pinky.
"oops... i guess i lied... oh well. you! follow my every order, command, wish, reuest, and anything else i can think of!" reason barked as the clone followed him towards the twitchy deom who had, only moments earlier been erasing the the wooden floor with his butt.
"kill him first off."


'the demon directors true motives' statistics: (click to read)

