Gawndihowled and still hot. He kept kidnapping sorcerers and forcing them to lead him to Hades’ castle. They kept setting him up instead. They ambushed him, tried to get him eaten by colossal monsters, and told lies on him when he neared their camps so everyone would attack him. “AZARBAN,” he called and sought after them for months! “EZEQUADOR...! What is this place?” Finally, after over eighty setups, one sorcerer tapped out. Joelnaq spared his life and let him go free. The castle was atop of an old-grey rocky mountain with dim clouds surrounding it. The atmosphere was so gloomy that even Joelnaq was a little spooked. “They got me effed…up.” He muttered. Then he saw Hades’ guards chasing Aladdin up the narrow trail that led to the castle’s entrance. Aladdin got jammed in front of the castle’s doorway. He tried to shake them off and dive off the cliff to go back down the path. They detained him. Joel laughed a bit, but stopped when they opened the doors. “So that’s where that awful noise is coming from. F’’’ Hades - I’m about to kill the conductor...right…NOW!” He stormed toward the trail and rehearsed his swing as the doors slowly closed above him. Holy fire outlined his body as he grumbled and progressed. He peeked around the corner into the throne room; there was Hades, shivering-cold in his throne. He wheezed, sneezed, and coughed. There was only one walkway to the throne. A pool of boiling-hot oil encircled the throne and walkway. “Is this true? Did you claim to have created MY underworld?” The guards felt him trembling in fear as they held him still. Joelnaq couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Aladdin, NO! Lie dude!” whispered Joelnaq. Joelnaq hadn’t seen Aladdin since the day he and Ezzy, first, Gawndihowled. Little-Azarban, weakened and blinded, did all he could to stop Hades’ guards. “WUN, DOOWD. WET HIM GO!” He ordered as he clobbered the left shoulder blade of the guard to Aladdin’s right. He was too small and too weak; therefore, his efforts remained disregarded.
“This isn’t your underworld; actually, I helped design this place. You can have it, though. It’s all good. All I want is my friend and directions to the nearest exit.”
“Throw him to the lions, and when the lions are finished eating, [Achoo] throw the lions to the monsters.” ordered Hades, as if Aladdin was worthless.
“Yasmin was gonna kill me anyway.” Aladdin sighed as he dreaded his surprising destiny. Hades grew horns on his forehead. He humbly took the pain supposing the Gods were giving him back his true image. That was nothing - compared to the pain - he endured internally. “DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE A GOD, ALADDIN? YOU CANNOT PLAY WITH THE GODS, BOY!” Hades yelled, weak and ill. Joel turned away. The pain in his saddened heart ventilated through his quivering face as a flow of unstoppable tears fell from his eyes. He turned back to eavesdrop on Hades. A winged lion cub, with an inculpable and cunning swagger, landed in the castle doorway. He purred, looked inside, and approached Joel. With a comforting child-like voice, he said, “Joelnaq, I am Zybu- a holy spy-cherub.” Joelnaq jumped and turned around.
“I am of God, and you’re GETTING THAT TREE. I have your mother’s bones inside me as we speak. And in order to get them to Super Amolvia,”
“Wait a sec. You know where the exit is? Wait - Cough up my mom’s bones....”
“Listen...the only way out is to be patient. Christ has to find us first, so he can revive Anara.”
“And how long will this take?”
“Like, a millennium or two...dozen…multiplied by 5…times another dozen...and a half”
“Seriously...! C’MON - there’s gotta be another way.”
“No, unfortunately, there isn’t. But, I’ll be here. It’ll be fun. I’m a funny guy.”
“Talking lion, obey your conscience.”
“ZYBU…”
“Yea: whatever. How do I know this isn’t a setup?” Joel asked. Zybu, abruptly, looked at Joel as if they were wasting valuable time. “Joelnaq, I’m here to revive Anara. If this is a setup, then, dude, you’re one unfortunate son-of-a-gun.”
“You got a point there, Zybu.”
“Look at your brother.”
“My brother…? Where…?”
Zybu pointed his paw toward Azarban. “HMMMM…H-H-HMMPH…IYMMMMNGH…!” Azarban was a thumb-sized winged-infant, puffing cries like a puppy, because he could not have his way. He was in a tug-of-war battle with one of Hades’ guards. They were fighting over a crumb cake. “Starve him to death, he’s not good for anything anyway.” Hades ordered. “Yeah, he can’t even talk.” Hades’ guard instigated as he held the cake down - against the table - with one hand. “GIMME A PEICE, DOOOD...!” Little-Azarban yelled. The guard let go, shocked, as Azarban ran off with the crumb cake and hopped off the table leaving behind footprints from his dirty bare-feet. Moments later, Little-Azarban climbed back - atop of the table – aged to an adorable and highly intelligent one-year-old. He crawled around the guard, then up onto his shoulders, and covered his eyes with his little hands. “Guess who.”
“The fairy-kid thing who just stole my crumb cake…?”
“Mope - Ihss God - wou’re going to heww, dood!”
“No I’m not.”
“Buww-cwap…” He said bullcrap in the same tone as the guard’s response to his allegation. “That’s a, friggin’, butterfly, isn’t it?” Joelnaq asked Zybu. “It’s Little, Joelnaq. He was Gawndihowled against his will.”
“THAT’S AZARBAN?”
“Yes!”
“It does kinda have his ears.”
“The only reason he isn’t hot like you, is so I can test to see if Hades is going to change before Christ boards the axe. Azarban is immortal. He is just weak, for he hath not charged up. Azarban just needs a pure heart to charge in- He’s fine and, overall, undying. We are the same types of cherubs: Spy Cherubs. The more we eat, the more we age. I’m full-blooded though.” Zybu went into Joelnaq’s heart and charged up. When he came out, he was cleaner and outlined with holy fire. A Shiny, red, steel body-armor and helmet was now also upon Zybu. “See! The same thing goes for Azarban.” Before Zybu could fully say ‘Azarban’, Joelnaq sighed in relief. “The axe...? Oh yea! That is right. Aladdin DID just say something about the axe we designed before all this.”
“Mmhmm, now look at Hades. His state is the opposite of the one you are in.”
“He’s cold… That guy should see a doctor!”
“Exactly-o-mundo...! And if Azarban isn’t clean by the time Christ gets here, he’ll be dust-bunny food.” Zybu flapped his little wings to rid them of the dust and lent that overwhelmed them. [GRRRRRRR…!] “I – SO - hate it when my wings get linty,”
“Why am I stuck like this?”
“Oh yea…! Your Gawndihowl is irreversible at the moment. God doesn’t want to lose you. And for the record, I work for God. And we’re in no position to be wasting time.” Zybu, swiftly, charged out of the castle with a thunderous baby-roar. Joelnaq took a deep breath. He grabbed his flaming blade and jolted out behind Zybu. When he came to a halt at the cliff, his holy fur emitted sinking-glitter that faded away after a few seconds. “Wait! ZYBU, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
“I know this might sound weird, but I’m going to eat Aladdin so we can bring him back, and I can grow big enough to protect you.”
“What...? You, backstabin’, little runt...!” Joelnaq joked. Zybu - with his wings elevating him - came to a brief halt, and turned facing Joel’.
“GO HIDE, Joelnaq. I’ll meet up with you in 20 - maybe 30 - minutes.”
“YOU TWO-TIMER…! NOBODY KNOWS WHAT A MINUTE IS! WHAT’S THAT TRAITOR TALK? YOU WON’T FIND ME!” Joelnaq joked. Zybu went into Hades’ lion chamber and waited for them to throw in Aladdin’s corpse. He didn’t hide, or anything. He was, also, the only cub in the entire chamber. Zybu was a bit of a prankster. He arranged the other lions in a line behind him, sat up-right in front of them, and faced the door to the chamber. That way he’d be the first one the guards would notice. When they opened the door to the chamber, the guards were like, “Hey, that’s a cute little cub. Why are his eyes so, happy?”
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sp; “Ahn, I donno… Let’s get back to da boss before we don’t get to eat again.” Aladdin’s unconscious body flew in up-side-down and nearly landed on Zybu. “Jee-sus Christ...! Watch where you’re throwing that thing...” Zybu mumbled as he ducked. The guards shut the door, locked it, and kept gossiping. “Boy I’ll be glad when somebody assassinates that jerk.”
“You and me, both...! Oh that’s right - He told us to feed all the lions to the monsters.”
“And you EMPATHIZE that crap? That’s the Un-godliest crap I’ve ever heard: Feed the lions to the monsters; that’s like sayin’ feed the sharks t’da whales. Uhn-Uhn; I’m not doing that. I refuse. No way, Jose… N-O-P-”
“F’’’ you, I wanna eat.”
“Oh this is bullsh’’!”
“C’mon make it quick. I need this for my promotion.”
“What’re you gettin’ promoted to? Mannequin o’da year...? I do all the work.”
“Bullsh’’!”
“Get outta here, you’re fired.”
“Pshthh… Thank you! If I had to work for you, I’d take an Amolvian wand, put it to my head, and blow my, friggin’, brains out with it.” As the guards argued, one of them unlocked the lion-chamber door and opened it. Zybu was seven times the size of an average adult male-lion. He’d eaten all the other lions along with Aladdin. The guards were stunned. They stood side-by-side as Zybu’s
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