Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 17

"You!" shouted Harold, drawing his poisoned dagger and whipping around towards Dangelique.

"Now, Heruld, we agreed..."

"You tried to brainwash me! You would have me kill the woman I love?"

"No, Hirald, I was trying to save you..."

"Liar!" screamed Horled, plunging the dagger into Dangelique's chest.

There was a pause. A faint, faint rustling sound, as Dangelique unfurled his ghastly wings. "You can't kill me," he calmly exlplained, "You see, I'm already dead. I thought I could make you one of us, Hyruled. I thought you could understand. I thought you could see why killing Elizabeth was vital to our goals. But now... I'm afraid I'll have to do the dirty work myself."

"Dangelique, please, don't..."

"It's too late for you," replied the hideous monstrosity, snapping Hooreld's neck in the blink of an eye. "And please, in the future, call me DOCTOR LANGEE."

(OP: Abe, October 31 2006)