The Monster Games by Flint Maxwell

Author:Flint Maxwell [Maxwell, Flint]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Void Press
Published: 2018-05-13T22:00:00+00:00

14

The Elders

When we came out on the other side, the urge to throw up wasn’t as bad as the first time.

For me, at least.

Zack, however, spewed his guts all over a crimson runner.

Slowly, I looked up, trying to put the sounds of Zack’s heaves to the back of my mind.

We were in some kind of royal palace. The walls were gray stone, as smooth as marble, as shiny as a newly minted coin. The room was brightly lit by greenish flames in large sconces. On either side of the red carpet were pools of swamp water. Green like the flames. It really threw off the royal look of the place.

“This is them?” a booming voice said.

I allowed my eyes to follow that voice. As they scanned up the runner, they came to a stop at the base of a platform. On the platform sat a gasling even larger than Gizzler and Fizzler. By all indications, this was a male gasling, but, like I said before, who really knew when it came down to the sexes of these swamp creatures?

This particular gasling sat in a chair higher than the four others. He wore a crown and a velvety red cape with a white fur fringe around the collar. This, of course, was dampened by the natural slime that leaked out of the gosling’s glands or gils or whatever, but he still, somehow, looked regal.

“This is them, my king,” Fizzler said. Out of the corner of his mouth, he told us, “Rise.”

We did. Not very easily, though.

“The humans Abraham Crowley, Madilyn Pepper, and Zackary Murphy,” Fizzler said.

“Hi!” Gizzler said from near the row of chairs on the platform. “I know dem.”

Along with the king, the other gaslings looked quite old. White hairs sprouted off the sides of their heads. One of them wore glasses. Another had a chunk of its ear missing. To the king’s left, was, what I realized for the first time, a female. The only reason I knew this was because of her rather large mammary glands hanging from her chest, which she did not bother to cover up.

Zack was half bent over with Maddie’s hand on his back. He looked as green as the gaslings. “Sorry about throwing up on your nice rug,” he said.

The king waved a hand, as if it wasn’t a big deal at all.

“Approach, my friends,” he said.

Fizzler gave us a little push.

I was the first one to budge. I walked up the runner, my footsteps muffled. All around us on the walls were large paintings depicting gaslings. One riding what looked like a horse. Another of a group of younger and smaller creatures playing with a ball shaped rock, smiles on their faces. One of a female, her sagging breasts nearly to her waist, holding a torch. And many more. None of these, I noticed, depicted gaslings in battle.

I stopped at the foot of the platform. Even sitting down, the gaslings towered over me. A steady thumping in my chest was all I could hear for the moment.

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