Jareth stood in front of the destroyed building that was the ballroom, his shoulders heaving in anger. There was nothing in this world that would stop him from extracting his revenge on the Goblin King. The little demon had tricked him, giving his love back to him but under a thick spell. The castle hung in the distance like a horrible wart on the horizon. He'd freed his love, but he now had another reason for going to the Devil's house.
The power coursing through his veins seemed to bubble up in his hands as his anger grew. It was almost as if he where a rabid animal frothing at the mouth as his breath grew heavier and heavier. He held his hand to his eyes and with a turn of his wrist found himself staring into a crystal ball showing him the busy Goblin City. He tossed the crystal into the air.
He appeared suddenly in the midst of a family of gobins' home. They seemed surprised and jumped away from him in fear. He looked at each and every one of them slowly, but found none he thought worthy of his anger. He showed them mercy and left the house.
An alarm sounded almost instantly as he stepped out. Goblins ran screaming this way and that, most avoiding the angered human. Soon the streets were emptied save a few goblins in heavy armor.
"Get out of my way, " Jareth snapped.
The goblins looked at each other a moment then one screamed, "Charge!" waving his thick sword about. The others around him did as they were commanded each waving their weapons as the first had. Jareth however was too powerful and far to angry to be stopped by a few underlings. With the roll of his eyes and a wave of his hand he sent the goblins skittering along the road.
Pressing on he cam once more to a road clogged with the little creatures with spears and swords ready. His hands twitched, they where itching to kill, but if he killed those here what would stop him from unleashing his anger on the Goblin King?
Then he heard a voice, "Back off boys, this is me fight not yers." The horde of goblin's moved aside like crops in an autumn breeze. The second Jareth saw the little devil his eyes flew wide, and he gave a cry as he rushed towards him. The king only smirked, stepped aside and snapped his fingers, "Now lad, that's no way to treat the man who brought back your failure of a lover."
"I'll kill you!" Jareth snapped, "I'll rip your head off! I'll rip your heart out and feed it to the rats for what you've done to her!"
"Now lad," the king said softly, "I only did what you asked I brought her back from the dead."
"You had her under your control!" Jareth said, "You didn't bring her back!"
"Now see, that's where you're wrong," The king said putting the boy down, "Now shut up and listen."
Jareth stood his ground still not sure if he should trust the goblin, he readied his magic as best he could anyway.
"I brought her back from the other side you see," the goblin king said and when Jareth opened his mouth to speak the king held up one long finger, "But I could not attach her soul to her body again, she had been dead for far to long."
"Liar!" Jareth snapped snapping his hand out with a wave of magic. The goblin king was struck and bounced from a wall. Jareth continued, "I saw her! I danced with her!"
The king cackled under his breath as he stood, "No boy, what you danced with was already dead. An enchanted body, nothing more with minor imprints of her soul."
Jareth's dark eye glared down at the little beast, "Why?"
"To trick you dear boy!" The king shouted as if the answer was obvious, "What else? If she had kissed your lips she would have killed you instantly, you where to close to the castle and I don't like losing."
"If she was under your spell, then why didn't she kill me?" Jareth asked again lashing out with his magic. The king was ready, however and launched the wave of power back. Jareth was knocked from his feet and sent spinning into stairs ten feet from where he was. How? How could the king still be so powerful? He was almost sure he should be stronger, there was so much he still didn't understand.
The goblin pointed to the pendent on his neck as he and the crowd of goblins danced along the path ways to him, "That's why, lad, you've grown far more powerful than I ever could be."
"Then what is stopping me from killing you?" Jareth stepped forward again.
"Because you are untrained, lad," The king held out his hand, "Fear me, love me as your father and I will be your slave."
Jareth seemed to think for a moment. On the one hand if he did as was asked he could learn to use his new powers. On the other if he did so the small goblin would try to control or kill him later...
Jareth looked into the things small yellow eyes, "You have no power over me! Get out of my sight, get out of my land! I take from you everything you have taken from me and leave you as broken as I."
The goblin king sneered, "So be it, this is far from over Jareth. When she comes back for you she will leave you broken and on that moment I will return." With that the creature pulled his cloak around himself turning into a small black ball that hovered in the air. It sprouted the wings and head of a bat and with a hiss and a turn flew away.
"If you return," Jareth shouted after it, "I will kill you!" He turned now to the goblins still cluttered along the narrow path, "Well, any objections?"
They stood in silence looking at each other nervously. One pushed himself forward through them, he recognized it as the coward Hoggle. The goblin looked at him as if it wanted to slit his throat but instead fell to his knees and cried, "All Hail, Jareth, King of the Goblins!"
The crowd seemed stunned by this betrayal at first, but slowly they fell to their knees, chanting, "All Hail, Jareth, King of the Goblins!"
Jareth smiled, he would train himself, and when the Goblin King returned he would be ready. For now, however, he had a kingdom to rule and a love to wait for, and wait he would even if it took an eternity.