Suddenly, a quick whoosh of air went by The King at lightning speed, the unidentified object landing on the other side of the cave. The object, which turned out to be a knife, landed deadly perfect on a target. “Ỳ̸͕o̸̤͛u̷͖͠ ̵̛̠t̶̡̓h̷̼̀o̵̪̓u̸̩͗g̶̤͂h̴̺͌t̶̖̆ ̸̢̄a̸̺͊ ̷̙̈́ḱ̷͔ṋ̴̂í̷̼f̸͎͊e̸̼̿ ̴̪͗c̶͓̏o̸̫͌ǔ̸͚l̶̮̄ḏ̸͠ ̴̮̍h̴̙̉u̸̜͂ȓ̷͖t̶̬͠ ̷̣́m̸͕̀e̷̻͝?̴̪͌!̵͎̅” The King laughed (I swear to Hastur if he laughs again-) bitterly, talking to no one in particular, since nobody knew who threw that knife. And hope came to us when we saw it; a single drop of blood fell onto the ground below The King. “Ẅ̷̱ẖ̸͐ä̸́͜t̷̫̒ ̸̗͆t̶̮̀h̵̟̐e̸̡̾-̷̧̐?̶͈̄” The King frowned, seeing that his arm was cut and bleeding.

That’s when we noticed Aesop on the other side of the cave, standing next to Eli leaning against the wall, who was uncomfortably pale. Aesop’s eyes were glowing red, and he was absolutely burning with anger. “No, I’m not stupid enough to think that a knife could hurt you. But I know that a knife with acid on it can,” Aesop spat, his eyes seemingly glowing brighter. The King laughed (ok time for you to die *bonk*), “S̷o̶ ̷y̴o̴u̶ ̸m̴a̴y̶ ̵h̸a̶v̶e̶ ̴g̵i̴v̶e̶n̴ ̶m̵e̴ ̶a̵ ̸w̴i̵t̶t̵l̷e̵ ̶p̷a̵p̵e̵r̵ ̸c̷u̸t̶,̷ ̷s̵o̵ ̵w̸h̴a̷t̶?̷ ̷I̷t̶’̶s̶ ̶g̸o̷n̷n̷a̸ ̷t̴a̵k̵e̸ ̴a̶ ̴l̸o̷t̶ ̵m̵o̸r̷e̶ ̴t̴h̵a̸n̶ ̷t̴h̸a̵t̷ ̴t̶o̴ ̵d̶e̴f̵e̸a̴t̴ ̶m̵e̵!̸” 

Suddenly, Aesop disappeared, a red streak appearing in the air going for The King. “O̴o̴f̸!̴” he grunted as the streak in the air tackled him out of the air. On top of The King sat Aesop, but it wasn’t really him. He wore a leather mask with spikes on it and leather gloves, his outfit in red and black. Aesop thrust his hand onto The King’s neck while the other held a matching glass scythe dripping with glowing blue acid. “Is that enough yet?” Aesop asked.

“Y̶o̶u̴- g̵e̷t̶ ̵o̸f̷f̶ ̴m̶e̵ ̸C̶a̴r̵l̷!̶The King shouted at him. Aesop chuckled, seemingly imitating The King a bit. “I’m not Aesop Carl anymore. I’m The Exorcist.” Aesop shrugged, “You’re not the only one that can come up with cool edgy sounding names.” The King wore an expression of pure anger, practically bursting a blood vessel. “I̵ ̵S̵A̷I̶D̵ ̶G̸E̷T̶ ̷O̷F̵F̸!̸!̷” he yelled, blowing The Exorcist back with a small wind explosion. Aesop jumped away, barely even fazed. He casually dusted his shoulder off, then blew his hair out of his face. “You done being a drama queen yet?” he asked in a bored tone.

“G̸r̵r̶,̴ ̵I̶'̵m̴ ̷g̴o̶i̵n̶g̴ ̷t̴o̵ ̷h̶a̵v̴e̷ ̵y̶o̵u̷r̸ ̸h̷e̶a̶d̶!̵” The King yelled, lunging towards The Exorcist. The Exorcist easily side-stepped the attack, a dull expression remaining on his face. The King quickly turned around and jumped, landing down on The Exorcist. He put his arms up in an X shape to block The King, reflecting him slightly backwards. The Exorcist sighed, clearly bored. “Y̵o̸u̵ ̴h̶a̸v̵e̷ ̴t̷h̶e̴ ̸a̸u̶d̵a̶c̴i̶t̵y̷ ̸t̷o̵ ̴y̴a̵w̷n̷?̷!̶” The King shouted, making me giggle. The Exorcist turned around to face him, his boring expression remaining. “It wasn’t a yawn you idiot. That was a sigh. How dumb are you-” The Exorcist quickly dodged as The King lunged forward. “Wow, so rude. You won’t even let me finish? You must be an impatient one eh?” he commented, unmoving.

“Y̷O̸U̵.̸ ̴A̵R̸E̶.̴ ̴S̸O̴.̷ ̶F̵R̵E̵A̶K̶I̷N̵G̷.̶ ̴A̶N̴N̶O̶Y̵I̷N̴G̵!̵!̴!̵” The King shouted, advancing forward quickly towards him, repeatedly missing the quick embalmer. “W̸H̶Y̶ ̴W̸O̷N̴'̴T̸ ̴Y̴O̸U̴ ̴S̶H̶U̸T̶ ̶U̵P̵?̶!̶?̷!̵” he yelled, lunging once again. This time, The Exorcist put his hand up, as if he was signaling him to stop. He caught The King’s fist with that hand, then proceeded to use his other hand to lift him up from his stomach and give The King a ride in the air. He slammed him so hard against the floor that a dent was left there, and the cavern walls shook. “You. Are. So. Freaking. Dead,~” The Exorcist teased, voice going deadly serious at the word “dead.”

“W̷h̷e̶n̸ ̶I̵ ̶h̸a̵v̶e̸ ̷y̴o̷u̷r̴ ̵h̴e̷a̴d̴-̷!̴ ̸O̸o̵f̷!̴” The King was interrupted when Moonlight Gentleman came crashing into him. He stood, flicking his grey hair back. “You’re not the only one that gets to look cool Carl,” he said, smirking. The Exorcist smiled back, then said, “That’s Ace to you, wolf boy.” The King stood up from where he fell, wiping blood off his face. “YOU. WILL. DIE!!!” The Exorcist proceeded to put on a fake fright expression, quoting, “Oh my God!” He smirked, enjoying watching The King suffer. “Do you really think you will win?” Moonlight Gentleman said, pointing out, “If you haven’t noticed, your hair isn’t as glowy as before anymore and your words have no scary special effects on ‘em.”
“Wha-” The King spoke, then suddenly realized himself that his voice no longer had an intimidating feel to it. He seemed even angrier than before, which probably shouldn’t be possible. “Even so, I am still The King! You cannot defeat me!” A moment of silence, before The Exorcist spoke. “Hm, well it seems to me that I indeed can defeat you.” He turned around, facing what seemed to be an invisible floating girl. “Oh, and by the way, you can call me Aesop. I can feel the pain of typing The Exorcist every sentence.” The girl winked, and I felt some sort of weird aura from her, as if she was some sort of God that caused all this (wink).

Aesop turned back around just in time, quickly noticing that The King was about to shoot lasers. “Oop,” he said, jumping up at the speed of a cat next to a cucumber. He gripped onto the cavern wall above him while dangerously balancing onto a small crevice. “How did you do that?!” Moonlight Gentleman asked miraculously. Aesop shrugged, clearly trying to provoke The King and make it seem easy.

“WHY?!?!” The King shouted, startling Helena, Murro, Emily and I. “I HAVE BEEN AROUND LONGER THAN YOU EVER WILL, AM MORE POWERFUL THAN KRONOS, AND IS IMMORTAL. SO WHY AM I THE ONE DOWN HERE WHILE YOU ARE MERCILESSLY FIGHTING?!?!” he yelled, which to me seemed like a whine from a six year old. Aesop blinked, probably unsure of what to say. He then hoppu suteppu Aesopu’d down from the ledge, slowly walking over to The King. The ‘click clack’ from his shoes echoed around the quiet cave, before he stopped and bent down, The King inches away from his face. “Why am I mercilessly fighting, you say?” Aesop repeated slowly, as if he was making sure every word he pronounced was clear and thorough. Silence filled the cave, drifting about, before he leaned to The King’s ear, and whispered, “Because you f***ing killed Clark, that’s why.” And then an explosion.