Jhakkans- Rotten Luck

Jhakkans, in the simplest terms, was a rotten creature.

Mankind was a hobby for the nasty creature. Now Mankind were a fairly unsavory lot in of themselves. Greed, gluttony, and lust fueled most, if not all, of their daily actions. This made Jhakkans quite happy to witness. But even more so he enjoyed aggravating these evils.

Sometimes he would whisper evil thoughts into the ears of sleeping lordlings. Sometimes he would take valuables from the pockets of noblemen, and place them in the hands of commoners, simply to watch the men convicted of theft. Sometimes he would take the chastity of young maidens on their weddings eve. Jhakkans was a rotten creature.

Jhakkans moved around alot, staying in one town for no longer than a week. Raising as much hell as he could in that time, then simply moving on. As fate would have it, Jhakkans was passing through a very well off city out in the middle of nowhere when something strange happened. The town itself was fairly unusual, having its streets and skies swarming with draconian beings or the crimson persuasion, so Jhakkans had to be extra carefull not to be caught while playing his games here. It was going to be his last night in town, and he planned on making his last prank really count.

Thinking himself quite clever and subtle, he had managed to sneak into the private tower of this kingdoms monarch. Perhaps taking a rare magical item and hiding it in a servants chamber pot...Or maybe he would inscribe one of the tapestries with some lude images of human women submitting to pack animals. He buzzed around, unseen looking for the perfect victim of chaos, when all at once he was hit with a smell so strong he fell to the ground in mid flight. It was the unmistakable smell of pure uncompromised evil. He hadn't felt any so strong since his last visit to the lower circles of hell. Curiosity seized him.

Sniffing and huffing he shuffled along the walls in the form of a large spider, speedily tracking this trail of evil to its source. Up and up he followed it, to the apex of the tower. There at the top of the spiraling stair case was a broken door and two dead humans. The room beyond was dark and smoky. The stink of flesh rot and unrepentant sin poured out in waves. Jhakkans looked on in awe of this spectacle. What force could create such a wonderfully rotten stink of evil? Slowly and silently his eight tiny legs tip-toed across the stone to get a closer look.

As a minor being of the underword, Jhakkans had some natural instincts he was compelled to follow. The first of these was the need to cause mischief, but the second and strongest driving factor of his existence, was to find the most evil, sinister, diabolic creature around, and attach himself to it. To pledge himself to help it in its evil deeds. To serve its will and feed off the darkness it created in the world. It was simply what his kind did. He returned to his natural body out of respect, and onward he crept.

It was a darkness even his devil eyes couldn't cut through. Sniffing hungrily at the air, his lungs filled with the sweet smokey evil. It was like candy to his twisted soul. He pressed on into the mist greedily feeding. So great was his enjoyment of this wonderful murk, he stumbled and fell onto something. Something resting on the ground. It was a hand. Cold, bony, and lifeless. It was attached to a dark form laying on the floor he could barley make out through the shadows.

Angrily he gave the hand a kick. Another dead human. Peh!

Then it swiftly latched around his small neck in an iron grip, still cold as death. Jhakkans struggled and pulled trying to escape from his captor, but was simply hefted into the air as the fallen figure rose slowly to its feet. His tail lashed out, stinging the hand over and over, but his vile poison seemed to have no effect on this creature. His body fell limp in fear as his gaze was met by two dark green glowing eyes.

"Oh fraxaz! Look look look look at cheew! Great great evil we can smell it. Look at chew! heheheheh. Now now now now. Calm calm! Look look. Jhakkans come to YOU. Jhakkans follow your nasty nasty stinkum. Jhakkans is here to make friend! Jhakkans here to taste more of the evil! You is true evil, Jhakkins can see. Look look look. You is a glorious statue of darkness in this fluffly fraxaz world of pink gushy humans."

The figures grip grew tight as his eyes began to glow even brighter. Its other hand moved calmly and produced a black sword from...what looked like his own body. The blade shone just as evil as the creature who held it.

"Please no kill Jhakkans!! Please please please! Look look! Fraxaz!! Jh-Jh--Jhakkans wants to help his master! Busy busy world it is master! M'lord! Yes M'lord, busy busy world. Hard to make all the evil by yous self! M-M---Master--M'lord! Jhakkans wishes only to SERVE M'lord. Look look!!"

The darkness of the room was corrupt. The smell of the room was vicious. Everything about this setting was dark and ripe with evil, but it all failed in comparison to the wickedness of the laughter that filled the chamber. First quiet, then echoing with power. Like three voices at once. A horrible rotten laughter. Jhakkans began to giggle along with it, still fearing for his life. The face of his new master twisted into a pale and horrific smirk.