SPM Love Stories - Dimentio

The jester smiled happily as he saw the pretty young girl, glowing of a peaceful light, as she turned to him, wondering about the sound that she had just heard. When she saw the little man in purple and yellow, joy sprinkled in her eyes, and she ran to him heartily. With her delicate hands, she grabed her soft lavender dress, to not fall while she was running to her best friend.

― "Dimentio, there you are!" she said with a gentle pure voice, that made the magician's heart beat faster, as her little pink eyes glowed. He... was totally in love with her.



They have been together since like birth. Dimentio was actually the third son of the royal magician, and, been the last and not so talented, he didn't study magic like his brother and sister. But he did got lucky : his father was found to be a traitor ― he got killed. His children too, but not Dimentio, since he was the king's daughter's best friend. He could have been the next royal magician, but he still was a traitor's son... He became only a jester, to amuse the princess. He was happy with that. He couldn't complain. He was always with the one he love. Who wouldn't be happy with that?

When they were kids, the princess always asked Dimentio to do some tricks, since he was born with the gift of magic. He would made some fire balls that would dance around them, and the princess was amazed. She would laughed as she was seeing the little lights, and she would chased them. The little boy, seeing that she loved them, had pass some nights studying magic, so that the next day, he would be able to do some new tricks, like fireworks, or purple balls of light, or illusions, and even teleport, since the princess was always complaining that the castle was like a jail.

When they were teens, the princess became a real rebel; since during the day, she had to study to become a great queen with her father's teachers, she would come in Dimentio's room at night, and asked him to let her go outside. He would teleport both of them in the forest, where they could observe the wild rabbits, find some flowers, play in the pure white lake, eat the strawberries that grew near of the castle. They would watch togeter the silver moon, sitting on a rock, near the water, with some little fishes around their toes.

But then, there was a war. The king ― somehow ― knew that Dimentio was letting the princess go outside, and he forbid him. The princess had cried hours, but he couldn't broke his promise to her father. After all, the two of them knew that it was dangerous outside, and that her safety was more important than anything else.

It was at that time that Dimentio's father had betrayed his liege, and that the princess saved her friend by suggesting him to become the court's jester, since he was funny and everything. Jesters weren't dangerous, after all. They just do jokes and pretty things, making people laugh, and Dimentio was really good at it. They weren't respected, they had nothing noble, but he could still live in the castle and be near the princess. For the king, it was like a punishment, since he would get really low by being nothing more than a clown, somebody that we couldn't take seriously.

The war ended quickly : after one year, it was all done. The two realms were at peace, and Dimentio's king invited the other one to his castle, for friendship. That... was the day were everything got bad.

The other king had only two children, two boys. The older, with short brown hair, was the quiet type, and didn't bother anyone, but the young, with long blonde hair, was quite charming. Too charming.



It was love at first sight. Only Dimentio was blind to this.

During all the supper, the princess was silent, and pale. The jester was worried about her, and asked her many times if she would like to go to her room, but she refused ― she wanted to see the charming prince. She didn't eat that much, and Dimentio was afraid that she got sick, while everybody saw that she was in love. The kings smiled as their children were in their own world, and after that meal, they talked about marriage : it would be like a alliance between their realm. The princess' father hesitated, as he found that it was a little too soon for his child, so they agreed to wait, to see if this love was serious.

It was damn serious. You couldn't be more than that. After this first time, the princess would only think about this handsome man. She would speak all day long about this guy, about how he was fantastic and all, only to get Dimentio angry. And still, the magician was blind : he didn't understand that he had lost her...

One night, the princess asked the jester to teleport her into the other realm. Dimentio was curious about the reason of that request, but didn't asked anything. He just did it. They went to the town near the other castle, and as soon as they got their, the princess ran off in the streets, vanishing. Dimentio spent all the night looking for her, until near the morning, when the princess jumped on him, with a big smile. He had never seen her so happy that he didn't asked where she was. He just teleport them back to the castle.

She had asked him two weeks later to teleport her back to this town, vanishing again as soon as they got there, then a week later, then all three days, then all nights. He didn't know when the princess had the time sleeping, since she was awake all the night, but since she was so happy, he didn't bother himself with her energy. He didn't bother himself anymore looking for her. He teleported her, then went sleeping and when the first sunshines woke him, he would teleport back to the town, near the fountain, where the princess was waiting for him.

Oh, but he did asked her was she was doing. She said that she was with her friends, that he couldn't go with her, that it was only girls, but he could tell that she was lying. He asked her if she was ashame of him, since he was only a jester, but she would them him that he was her best friend, and that she would never leave him alone because he was a clown. But still... She didn't want to tell him what she was doing. No mather how many times he would asked, the princess would never told him. Dimentio was sad about this, but... she looked so happy doing that... Maybe it was better to not ask...


But not that night. He was tired of that. It has been almost a year that she was off to the town. She was never with him, they didn't do anything together. Dimentio was pleasing the crowds during the day, and she was still studying, even if they were adults now, so he couldn't see her. She was distancing herself of him, he could saw that... So that night, he told her, as she ran to him with a smile, with her pure aura and her soft lavender dress.

― "I'm not letting go out if you don't tell me the truth," he said with a low voice, surprising her.

― "W-what truth? What are you talking about?" she said, confused. What was all about this? Why didn't he just teleport her and do like if it was nothing, like all the other days?

― "You know what I'm talking about. What you're doing all these nights."

― "Ah, but I told you! I'm seeing my friends!"

― "Look, I didn't say anything since you looked so happy, but I know that you're lying―"

― "Oh, so now, I'm a liar?"

― "You don't have friends th―"

― "Oh yeah? How do you know, Mr. Dimentio?" she said. When she was angry, she would say "Mr.", to let him know that he was going a little too far. But that didn't stop him that night.

― "I'm the only friend that you ever had. You don't even like the ladies in the castle and you had never been in town. Where would you got them?"

― "I e-er..." she hesitated; she was a bad liar. She couldn't make up a lie so fast.

― "See..." he said, with a lower voice. "So, what are you doing there?" he asked, his voice getting lower and lower. "If you don't tell me, I'm―"

― "I'm seeing the prince," she said, with a straight voice.

― "...Err... What?"

― "What, you didn't know? How could you be so blind..."

― "Eh? What do you mean?"

― "I'm in love with him, doofus!" she yelled in the echoing halls. "Ever since I saw him..."

― "But..."

― "Oh, don't bother me, please! I know that you love me, that again, nobody's that blind!"

― "You... knew?"

― "Oh, give me a break! It's so obvious!"

― "But... then..." He didn't know what to say, and she laughed.

― "What, you really think that a princess would love something as low as yourself?" she said, with disgust. "You're so pathetic, and even if I would, my father would never had allowed a traitor to lay a hand on me!" Dimentio was shocked : a... traitor? He thought that everyone had forgot his father! "The only one for me his my sweet darling... So now that you know the "truth", can we go, now, please? I thought we were best friends! Ah―"

― "Yes, I thought that to..." said Dimentio, with a scary voice.

― "Di-dimentio...!" cried the princess, as she saw the arm of the magician inside her.

― "I am not pathetic... I am something, more than the prince of yours..." he said, as he squished the princess heart in his hand, blood dripping of the arm that was outside of the princess' torso, stretching the veins until they break.

― "No... no!" cried even more the princess, as she was dying.

― "Yes... I... am Dimentio, the pleaser of crowds!" he said with a happy voice, as he formed a block of magic inside the body of the princess that exploded. White and red flesh slaughtered all over the walls, blood flooding the floor. The only thing that was left of the beautiful princess was her head, that the murderer was holding. A yelp surprised the magician, who quickly turned around to see the king, shocked. He smirked : he could understand him... Who wouldn't be shocked to be bathed in his daughter's blood?

― "You... You! What have you done, you traitor!" yelled the king, as he approached in a menacing way. The jester sighed, as rage was building into him. Traitor... They were the ones!

― "You should have never done this, you fool..."

― "Really? How sad."

― "Damn you, Dimentio! I should have done it. I should have killed you before you become like your father!"

... Hey, but... Why was he listening to him? Damn, he had just kill the princess and it was a true piece of cake! Nothing could stop him...


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― "What... What happened here?" said the prince as he walked through the bodies laying around. Well, not bodies, not corpses either : it was bits of human, dried of its own blood, with bones here and there. He couldn't see the grey of the floor anymore : dry blood tainted it in a dark red. The recent one was still a lustrous crimson, disturbing lustrous. He had to stop himself : the odour... it was nauseous. He felt dizzy... but he had to continue. He had to find the princess, his love. She didn't come this night, and he had worried him, since she went to him all nights. He knew that something bad had happen to her, and seeing this... He didn't want to admit it, but he knew that... she was already dead.

― "Just... what the hell had happen!?" he yelled, surprising the three soldiers that were with him. One of them went to him, asking him to calm down, and the prince took a deep breath, and his heart got heavier. He just wanted to cry... Who in all the world would be that mad to kill the entire castle? Who could do something so horrible? He had to stop that madness!

He went into the stairs, rushed in the throne room, where all the horror awaited him. He froze, as he saw the head of his fiancée and his future step-father, with their big golden eyes, in the hands of a slim man who was looking at him with a strange smile. His purple and yellow poncho was covered with blood, and a small trail of the red liquid could be seen at the end of his lips, and still, he was smiling like if he was at peace, like if he was in heaven...

But this was hell.

― "Did you do that!? Are you the one who kill my sweet heart!?" screamed the prince, as he took his sword, ready to kill the murderer. The jester slowly stand up, throwing the heads to the floor, as his smile widened. The blonde male stopped, afraid of what the jester could do. He took a step back, as the magician floated in the air, back to the floor, although he did looked friendly...

― "Yes... I am the one who killed my pretty little sweety heart," he said, with a perfect normal voice, which surprised the man, not only because he acted like if nothing was wrong... but his sweet heart? He... killed a woman that he loved?

― "What happened?"

˙― "Oh, nothing of much interest," said the jester with a gesture of the hand, like if his story was boring. "Our little princess... had gone a little too far..." he sighed. "And then, the king found out what I did, and then everyone else!" he laughed.

― "How could you...? You're horrible monster! Why did you do all this? Just because she didn't love you? You were her best friend!"

― "..." The jester kept quiet, unimpressed, because he knew that what he had done was right. He sighed; he already got bored with that guy. He wasn't jealous of that prince, he couldn't really. That guy did nothing wrong. It was all the princess' fault. She was the one that refused to love him, because he... was nothing but a jester, a traitor's son, a trash. He couldn't bare it. He couldn't understand that he couldn't be loved because of what he was. It was unfair... He couldn't live in a world like that. He deserved better. No ― he was going to do a better world. A perfect world...

― "Just what are you to do such a thing to her? Just who do you think you are, you stupid jeste― argh!" said the prince before getting killed by the magician, in the same way as his fiancée.

― "I... am Dimentio... I am the pleaser of the crowds. I am the master of dimensions! For your pleasure, of course, ah ha ha!" he laughed, as the prince fell into darkness. "Ciao!" said the magician softly, as the prince's eyes closed...