The Magician Teensy VS Voodoo Mamma

The hours were late, even in the Underworld as the Livid Dead Nymph meditated silently. Her pale skin had no color in the Underworld, but her purple braided hair was as vibrant as it would ever be, as she kept her nightmarish pink eyes closed in rumination. The land was peaceful both in the Underworld and the Glade above. No nightmares, no Mr. Dark. Voodoo Mamma knew that Livid Reaper would do a good job keeping intruders out of the portal. The last thing both she and the Glade wanted was a war with the undead. Then came a sudden shift in energy. A new aura had appeared.

            "Oh?" The Voodoo Mamma mused as she awoke from her meditation, her pink eyes gleaming darkly. "Someone else is here?" She whispered to herself as she backed into the shadows, thinking quick about who could be encroaching upon this land. For sure this fellow didn't have permission, otherwise Reaper would have sent her a telepathic message telling her he was allowed. Voodoo Mamma strained her extrasensory for more detailed signs of who this intruder was, but only got abnormal readings of Dark Magic. Nobody in the Glade, that was for sure.

            Maybe Reaper was so caught up in something that someone slipped by?  Voodoo thought, doubting her instincts. Then she saw him. The Magician Teensy. Voodoo Mamma felt herself clench her jaw at the sight of him. She never trusted him. No matter what the others said. The only one who seemed to believe her accusations was Houdini, but she had no idea where the old Magician had gone. And the little hoodlum thinks he can parade around in here like it's allowed!? Not on my life. Voodoo Mamma thought showing herself. "Magician! What do you think you're doing down here!?" Voodoo exclaimed, hovering just a ways off the ground with her small, nightmare wings. "Ah, there you are, Miss Voodoo." The Dark Magician said, bowing. "Answer me. Now." Voodoo Mamma snarled, displaying unusually pointed, fang-like teeth.

            "I am here to speak with you, madam. There is something I must ask of you." The Magician spoke. "How did you get in here, Magician. Why did Reaper let you in?" Voodoo snarled, letting off aggression in waves. "Please, do call me Ales. Ales Mansay. I am here to ask something of you that may sound a little irregular, but please, bear with me until the end. Then you may make your decision." The Magician spoke, not seeming intimidated. Voodoo closed her mouth, but held a firm glare in her expression. "You are the Queen of the Livid Dead, and I, as you may or may not know, am a master of Dark Magic." Ales explained. I knew it! Bastard's up to something! Voodoo thought, attempting to read his expression. "Now, if you and I were to combine powers, the result would be incredible! So much power! Can you imagine? You could have anything you had ever wanted in your life and your afterlife! What do you think? An excellent agreement, yes? Won't you join powers with me and have all your wishes granted?" Ales asked, holding a friendly smile.

            Voodoo Mamma tensed, sensing something in the way this Teensy was speaking. Once again, she strained her senses to pick up anything this lout might be hiding. Then she found something interesting. Something in his tenor of voice. Sham was written all up and down the words he spoke. "No. I will not. The others might trust you, but I saw right through your act." Voodoo spoke grimly. Ales' friendly smile disappeared into something that seemed a little extra wicked than what Voodoo was used to. "It seems you are more clever than you look. All aside, you were right." Ales said smoothly, crossing his arms. "I knew it." Voodoo Mamma spoke aloud balling her hands into fists. "Did you, now? Well, that is impressive. What else do you know? I'm curious." Ales asked.

            Voodoo read his expression and attempted to read his mind. The perks of being an undead witch. Voodoo thought apathetically as she searched Ales' mind for answers. Then she took in visions. Visions of a long battle with Houdini and another long fight with Reaper. Images of their wounds and their expressions. Then, a vision of the dead body of Houdini, laying in a pool of claret-stained grass, and another of a bloody and bruised Reaper, missing all of his precious Skull Teeth. Each memory came flooding into Voodoo's mind as she read Ales' memories. Then, Voodoo gasped aloud and released herself from Ales' memories. "It was you..." Voodoo spoke shakily, taking a step back.

            "So you know. Interesting. Very interesting." Ales mused, walking after her. "Y-you killed Houdini, and you battered Reaper...it was you all along..." Voodoo said in a soft voice. "Yes. You are correct. Both of them failed to understand my ideals, and so...I had to dispose of them." Ales said brazenly. "And now what, you plan to do the same with me?" Voodoo asked severely, becoming angry in place of afraid. "Mm! You are very witty, my dear. You saw my intention from almost the beginning! You're becoming quite the find. Unfortunately, one way or another, you will not be leaving with the information you have discovered here today." Ales said, shaking his head and holding out a hand to his side and letting black flames gather in his palm.

            Voodoo's pink eyes shifted from his expression to his hand and back in a moment. "You think I'm scared of you?! Ha! Show me this magic! Show me the power of a Dark Teensy!" Voodoo Mamma exclaimed, floating up in the air and letting her eyes become pure cherry red. The tattoos running up and down her legs and arms began to glow with a pale light, and the eyes of the skulls on her earrings and necklace became a dark crimson. "You can't take on the Nymph of the Dead!" Voodoo Mamma cried, letting energy flow freely rather than holding it back. The idea of finally getting to put this little brute in his place was pleasing to her, and she wasn't intending on holding back. No rules in the Land of the Livid Dead! Voodoo thought electrifyingly.

            "So be it, Voodoo." Ales spoke calmly before blasting his hands out to his sides, releasing a spark of dark energy that was enough to send Voodoo's senses through the roof with alarm. This is stronger dark magic than I have ever seen before! Voodoo thought, examining Ales quickly. It's almost like he's a nightmare himself! Ales let out a growl as he sped forward, jumping into the air and throwing forth three black orbs of dark magic that hurled straight for Voodoo. Smirking, Voodoo hit each of them with a purple orb of her own, then sent lightning streaking down from the Livid Dead sky, striking Ales and shocking him through and through.

            "See? Your childish magic tricks are of no concern of mine!" Voodoo cackled. Ales let his anger melt into a leer. "Magic tricks, hmm? Yes...of course you would think that...You are queen of the Livid Dead..." Ales mused, smirking.  Voodoo tensed. What was he getting at now...? Then, to Voodoo's surprise, Ales simply lowered his hands, letting the magic surrounding them disappear. "What are you doing, fool?" Voodoo growled. "Oh, it's just that...why would I attack you with dark magic if you are already the Queen of the Dead? I think I'd rather..." Ales cut himself off before pulling a devilish black blade from his sleeve. Voodoo's glare immediately became a smile. "Oh ho! I've never seen a magician use a weapon before! This should be exciting!" Voodoo exclaimed. Ales scoffed, then leaped forward, readying his blade for an attack.

            Voodoo waited until the split second before he slashed with his blade to counter with a shield of energy that send Ales backwards, where he skidded backwards into the black dirt. Ales looked up at her with fury, then leaped again, this time swinging his blade three times in under a second. Voodoo countered one, two, three, then sent a shockwave of her focused aura energy forward, throwing Ales to the side like a rag doll. "Gah!" The magician yelped, colliding with the ground at an incredible intensity. Thinking mischievously, Voodoo pretended to be distracted with her nails, as if she were bored. Ales' hisses of fury proved that Voodoo had succeeded in enraging him further. "What's the matter, Teensy? Can't handle a bit of fighting? I am a Nymph after all." Voodoo taunted.

            Ales looked daggers at her. "Voodoo Mamma...so help me, I'll..." Ales panted, sounding tired. "You'll what? You'll do what, Ales?" Voodoo questioned harshly. "I'm not afraid of you. I'll never be afraid of you. You're a gutless traitor." Voodoo spat, hovering lower and bringing her hands together to form two thin blades of dark energy. "If I'm a gutless traitor, what does that make you? You rule the Land of the Dead, yet you still take orders from that pathetic coward, Polokus! You have no right to speak, you abhorrent bitch!" Ales snarled, holding one hand on his left arm.

            Voodoo's eyes went wide. Such a word has never been used to describe me! Why that little... "That's where you're wrong, Ales. Unlike you, I have a heart! I have a soul! You're just an empty shell that gathers odium and malevolence from the world around you! Come forward, and we shall see if your evil is to beat good! Face me and witness the true power of spirit! You will not leave here today, Ales Mansay!" Voodoo screamed, her aura energy exploding furiously out of her, shaking the entire Underworld. "Bring it!" Ales roared, dashing forward. Voodoo mirrored the action, and the impact between the pair's swords lit up the darkness with sparks of a determined smolder. In a moment, the swords collided again, letting off more embers. Voodoo let out a crowing laugh as she parried Ales' attacks again and again. Voodoo had completely let go of her psyche.

            "V-Voodoo?! This power-?! W-where-?!" Ales exclaimed with a confused tone as he thrust his sword forward again and again. Voodoo cackled in response, deflecting every attack he threw her way. Until Ales didn't move quick enough, and Voodoo seized the opening. She shot both of her swords forward into Ales' undersized body, both of the dark blades hitting a perfect mark. Ales cried out, but rather than grimacing with pain, he immediately retaliated with a quick jab with his own blade. Voodoo felt the blade make contact with her pale white skin, and felt the cold rush of blood. Something she had not felt in a long time.


         "HeY! YoU TORE my SKIRT!" Voodoo hooted madly, jerking her blades backwards, sliding Ales off their points and into the dirt again. Ales hit the ground harshly, and looked back up at Voodoo with fear hidden somewhere in his eyes. Seeing this made Voodoo very happy. Fear was something she didn't get to see very often. "HA HA! WhAT'S the MATTer?! You're NOT TOO WeAK, ARE yOU?" Voodoo shrieked, grinning sadistically. Ales frowned, then staggered back to his feet. "No." He huffed, spitting blood onto the ground, then leaping forward. Voodoo held up her swords to block his attack, but instead of simply lashing out at her, Ales teleported mid-jump behind her, and impaled her from behind.

            Voodoo let out a rasping gasp. Behind her, Voodoo heard Ales let out a small, satisfied laugh. "I-I-I-I-!" Voodoo stammered, her pink eyes darting everywhere. "Now, you're finished." Ales whispered, sliding his blade out slowly, and letting Voodoo fall to the ground. "G-G-GRAA-!" Voodoo howled. "Tsk tsk. Looks like evil won after all." Ales taunted, walking around Voodoo slowly. "FOol! You CANT kiLL the QUEen of the deAD! I'll SIMPly rEVIVE MYself!" Voodoo crowed hysterically, with black blood flowing out of her mouth. "No, no. You're mine, now." Ales snickered, forming a ball of darkness into his hand and immediately shoving it into Voodoo's face. In under a second, Voodoo Mamma's body began to morph into something hideous. Voodoo let out monstrous roars in between shrieks of horror and pain. Ales simply watched her metamorphosis with a smirk on his blood-stained face. After just a moment of torturous transformation, Voodoo Mamma had become a pink beast composed of tentacles and foul-smelling flesh. The beast let out a horrendous roar before she slithered off into a lava lake, leaving no trace besides a trail of green slime.

            Ales laughed, then self-confidently left the Land of the Livid Dead, just as he had entered.