The Purple Menace

Iono was still stabilizing his core, trying to mask the presence of chaos and Randel's sinister Ether.

Randel was watching Iono with a smug grin and hopes for the future.

"Your name…

I realized I still do not know your name.", Randell said.

With everything that happened, he not only forgot to ask, but he didn't really care until a few moments ago.

"Iono.

My name is Iono.

Do not worry about remembering, I'll make sure you do.

Now, tell me the name of the guy you want to be killed. Just so you know… It's going to take a while.", the small goblin said pointing at his small body.

The jester scoffed at Iono's attempt to sound cool, and said,

"Well, he has been alive for a long time, I guess waiting a bit longer won't hurt...Hmm…", the jester's face looked like he was in deep thought.

"What's wrong?

Is he that strong?

I doubt anyone can scare the jester of chaos, but I AM still a baby."

Iono said confused at the jester's thoughtful expression. He was usually a kill before-think kind of guy, and him thinking was giving Iono the creeps.

"No, no it's just…

Well...

I do not remember his name...

Was it Kula...? No, that's my pet monkey.

Was it Talis...?

I think it starts with T, but I cannot tell for sure...

Give me a sec."

Randel said making Iono feel stupid for overestimating the purple moron.

Randell was a certified psychopath. He was mentally unstable and names eluded him.

He was alive for so long that any kind of human contact he had, was either to satisfy his corrupt desires or to exchange goods in return for favours.

He would backstab even his own brother, if it meant curing his endless boredom.

He experimented on plants, animals, people, and magical creatures of any kind, without differentiating between them, except on the data sheets that were thrown all over his cave and depicted his thoughts.

To him, everyone was a possible breakthrough that would give him something to occupy his time with.

Of course, with Heaven watching he couldn't just appear on the mortal realm and kidnap people, but mortals were stupid, unbelievably so.

From time to time, there would be idiots who would worship the jester of chaos as a being of immense power and pray to him to obtain his grace.

The jester, as a merciful god, would descend to them in black light to give them wisdom and kidnap them to use as experimental material.

Randell left the room for a couple of seconds, only to teleport back with a couple of papers in his hands. He kept ruffling through them when his face suddenly lit up.

"AHA!

There we go, it's this guy", he said handing one of the papers to Iono.

Iono looked at the god with anger and a face that depicted, "How the f*ck did you become a god" when the jester tried to give a paper to a baby with no hand-to-body coordination.

"Oops!

Sorry.

I forgot...", said Randell while he used his left hand to hide a grin on his ears, and rolled his eyes to the left in a mocking tone.

The jester moved the paper in Iono's line of sight, Iono took a look at the paper and almost burst out laughing.

The paper had the headline:

"A**holevile"

And it was comprised of information regarding four different men. It stated age, occupation, family members and even their darkest secrets, that the jester had uncovered for the sole purpose of hurting them.

The funny part was that, since Heaven was watching, the jester couldn't touch them. In his frustration, he had coloured in their faces, moustaches, thick eyebrows and all sorts of deformities.

The a**holevile citizens definitely weren't good-looking guys but after their transformation, they were as graceful as caterpillars.

Iono held in his laughter looking at the jester who puffed his chest out with pride, thinking that this was one of his masterpieces.

"See that guy in the middle with the pointy ears and whiskers? That's the guy I want dead.", the jester said.

The guy's name was Troban, he looked like an elf but with the jester's drawing, you couldn't really tell his true nature.

Iono memorized the information on the sheet and turned to the jester.

"So, why do you need him dead? " he asked.

"You will understand when you see him.

I don't care for questions only for results.

Now, I am a very busy man.

If you have already memorized the sheet, I will be taking my leave. ", the jester said turning to leave with a grin on his face.

"Stay right where you are, you sneaky little maggot! ", yelled Iono inside the mind link the jester had established.