Squidmen 3: Trilogy

After having their messenger kidnapped by the merpeople, the squidpeople are hapless and doomed when the merpeople began sieging their beloved kingdom.

Chuck's heart did beat like it was being chased by his worst nightmares, while he was held captive by the merpeople in a strange and mysterious room. He wakes up in a pool of slime, and tries to figure out where he was. Almost for certain, he knew the merpeople brought him to their kingdom when he saw the architecture of the room. The walls were adorned with sea shells and starfishes, the walls itself built out of white pearls which sparkle like stars.
Chuck failed his mission to give his kingdom's plead to the sirens of the kingdom of sirens; the knee-ghets--special guild of knights of the merpeople--caught him just as he entered the sandy outskirts of the kingdom of sirens. Before he knew it, Chuck was down on his knees, feeling pain in his feet. He rolled up into a little ball, lying on the floor, wailing and sobbing of the pain.
Mean while, the squidpeople in the squidpeople kingdom were concerned, because they haven't heard of their messenger, because they all depended on him to save the kingdom. Sadly, when the news came to the squidpeople that their precious messenger was ambushed and taken away by the crafty merpeople, they all lost their hopes.
They all gathered in the court as their current leader, Gorlok, instructs them of a new plan to escape the smite of the merpeople. He tells them of a great fire elemental who lives in the bowels of Maelstrom Mountain, an active underwater volcano not far from their kingdom and the merpeople's. He was once told by one of the elders that the great fire elemental would do anything their master has in their minds, but to become its master, one must challenge it in an epic battle. And no one in the right minds would go on a duel with a fire elemental, not even the cunning merpeople. The squidpeople council, agreeing on Gorlok's instructions, were about to choose someone to become a dimwitted messenger to the great fire elemental, when suddenly a young squidman arose from the audience and demands that they (all the squidpeople), should build a wall around the squidpeople's capital city where all the squidpeople, big or small and old and young, live and work.
The council members looked at each other, shaking heads and whispering negative thoughts about the young squidman's demand.
"Surely you jest?" said Gorlok jokingly.
"No! I'm being reasonable! If there was, let's say a twenty meters thick wall surrounding our city, complete with guard towers n' all, would the merpeople be foolish enough to even step on our lands again? After they see the intimidating looks of our defensive wall and imppresive guard towers, would they not cower and hide?"
"Get a life, man!" said one of the audience. The young squidman turns his head back from the right hand side, staring directly at the one squidperson who said to him to get a life. His frigthening stare and ferocious face petrified the squidperson to the point of death. Only then, the young squidman reveals himself to be a worgon, a siren-gorgon hybrid. What sickens the crowd was that he was a woman all along.
"Aah! Shield your eyes!" said Gorlok.
"He's a woman! He's a woman!" said the audience altogether.
"Yes, I am a woman, I was just disguising as a squidman to gather your attent--"
Before she could finish her sentence, the siren-gorgon felt something pierce through her fleshy body. Almost immediately, she looked down at her stomach, and saw a stream of red liquid run down her scaly skin. Like a river, the stream of red liquid forked to many smaller streams, until they reach the pool of blood on the floor, right where the siren-gorgon was standing. She fell down, and rested on the blood stained floor, and departed from her ocean life. The audience kept quiet, noticing the assailant, but too scared to start a hassle. The assailant, dressed completely in black leather, shoves the siren-gorgon's corpse away with her foot and walks to Gorlok.
Gorlok saw her face. Her face was pale, almost pearly white; her cheekbones were prominent and square like those of a man, giving her an ambiguous look; her cheeks were charred as though as she rest her head on fire every night; and she wore black eyeshadow, masscara and lipstick, to what modern people call 'Goths'.
But in the squidpeople kingdom, Gothic clothes are an indicator that the squidperson who bears the clothing is either a deranged lunatic or a merpeople slayer. In this case, the assailant was both. She pursed her lips and licked it with a dark red tongue with a solid golden piercing in the middle.
She, like the rest, was a squidperson, but with all her make-up and appearance, she looked like something that came out of the deep sea trenches. She said, "Hello, my lord." as she bowed down before Gorlok, the new king.
Gorlok did not respond, but instead trembled and feared the assailant may kill him if he said a word wrong.
"Don't be scared, I won't bite. I am Sirena Blacksoul, merpeople slayer, at your service." said she, in a whispery, dreamy voice.
Gorlok got himself together and said, "A-ah y-yes. Y-you are S-S-Sirena. How... how come I d-did n-n-never heard ab-b-bout y-you?"
Sirena laughed, putting a single piece of black licorice into her mouth. "Because I work in the dark."
Gorlok squirmed uncomfortably around Sirena, because she was aiming her dagger at his throat. The audience was once again, dumbfounded. Gorlok pushed the blade lightly off of his vicinity, but Sirena pushed it straight back where it was, which was on Gorlok's throat, and cut off Gorlok's finger which pushed the blade away in the first place.
Gorlok screamed in pain and falls down from his high throne, ultimately dying a horrible death when he broke his neck once he landed on the ground. Sirena, a rebel as she is, spat on the throne and sat on it, declaring herself as queen of the squidpeople kingdom. The council was prematurely overturned by her, as they would prepare themselves for a whipping, but her executioners did the job quickly, and so she became the ultimate figure of authority throughout the land, but was a mere story in the merpeople kingdom.
Chuck, on the other hand, heard about it, and was quite scared that Sirena had to kill his king. I have to join the merpeople, he thought. So he immediately banged and punched the door of the room where he was held, to the point that his fists were bleeding. Still no one answered, so he used his head, literally. He kept hitting the door with his head until it was bleeding and cracked open, but no one answered. Anguished, he looks in the mirror on the wall, and sees that his brain was sticking out of his skull, the skin on his hands were blistering and peeling off, while blood flowed down like lightning. At this time, he was sure that he did not accomplish his mission, but also failed his people. Depressed and didn't know what to do, he threw himself, from the top of his head to the tip of his toe, at the door and at the walls, crushing every bone in his body, severing himself from life, and so, he just lied there with his eyes wide open, his mouth only slightly opened, and his brain five feet away from him and his arms detached. And so, Chuck died a horrible death from depression and constant self denial.
Back at the squidpeople kingdom, Sirena was forcing the underestimated squidpeople to build the gigantic wall she had been talking about when she was in her disguise earlier. The squidpeople, with all their minds right, quickly refused. But in a lash of a whip, Sirena whips her squidpeople--who she now called servants--with a very long whip with an iron tip, sharpened like a blade. The whip itself causes damage to the user, because its handle was decorated with spikes and fangs, which sole purpose were to increase the anger of its user and the user's desire to whip someone. Slowly, as day becomes night, and night becomes day and the cycle is repeated, Sirena could only see little progress by her servants. She began to think that they were no longer afraid of her, but in truth, they really do. Not knowing that, she thought that if she had killed one of them and hanged his or her corpse nearby the working squidpeople, she thought that it would make the squidpeople work faster. She thought that it could work if she told them that if do little working or even stop working, they will be hanged just like the corpse of one of them she plans to hang.
Even her royal followers now think she's crazy. Sirena yells and shrieks at walls, throws furniture across the room at walls, and kills anyone who denies a simple call by her. Slowly, as the wall begins to take shape, her new council was dispersing, and so is her sanity. Time passed really quick. It was thirty years later, and the wall was still not finished. Sirena, now an old squidwoman, lies on her sickbed moaning of an illness that ails her. Though she had summoned many alchemists, medicinemen, and healers to lift her illness, each one of them failed to do so, and were hanged.
One night, and the walls were far from finished. Sirena was lying on her sickbed, knowing death is waiting for her outside her room. She braces for anything that could happen, and grabbed her whip. She was prepared to do some death-kicking. Sweat was on her forehead like dew, her lips were pursed, and her brows curved into a serious looking bush of hair. The door swung open and there was a cloaked figure waiting at the doorway. Light from outside Sirena's room flooded her room with such brightness that she was nearly blinded. The light went through the cloaked figure because it was non-corporeal in form. She was from a second to realizing that the cloaked figure was death. She tried whiplashing death as hard as she could, but whatever techniques she tried, the whip always went through death. She denies that death is inevitable when death comes closer to her and leaned above her face. Death breathed the breath of death on her face, and Sirena died violently. She died because of a long and painful seizure induced by death in purpose of punishing her for her cruelty to the squidpeople. Assuredly, no one witnessed her painful death, not even her maids, who were in her room the night she died.
In the morning, Sirena's guards found her dead, and suspected the maids murdered her, so Sirena's maids were hanged high on the tallest tower in the squidpeople castle (formerly squid-king's castle), and so, the squidpeople, having the burden of their cruel leader lifted, now had bigger problems: with Sirena dead, who would command them to defend themselves against the invading merpeople? The defensive wall of their capital city still wasn't finished, and for sure the merpeople had enough time to recruit new soldiers. With doom inevitable, the squidpeople prepare themselves for what's to come.