The Prince and His Servant
"Switch clothes?"
"Why?"
"Why, because I find it funny. Wouldn't you? I mean in some way, we're practically twins. Heck, we even sorta have the same blood."
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"Just what am I Dei, hmm?" Danny rounded, as they sat at the edge of a skyscraper. Dei taking deep gulps of air, steadying the glow in his chest.
"Danny," he said, pity in his voice.
"No, no I'm genuinely curious. Am I the first and foremost servant to the grand Prince of the Infinite Realms? I do serve and eager to please you my King."
"Nooooo stooooop," he complained, shrill in his laughter.
"Consider me your sword to own!"
Dei continued to shriek, half coughing as he inflamed the wounds across his sides, still leaking green.
"You know what..."
One day we could just switch our clothes. You the Hunter and me the Ghost...
"Do you think anyone would notice?"
"I think they'd hardly care in the first place."
Dei didn't laugh with him.
"Danny," his friend murmured, weak and in pain from not only the sting of ecto-weapons and slurs, but of the destruction around him. His haunt and kingdom, the flower of his cohabitation philosophy who welcomed and adored him when none of his home did, swallowed by flame.
"I'm right here, I swear. I'm here and I'm alive, I won't go anywhere."
"I-- I never thought... I would be so scared of your parents," he admitted blubbering. "They want to kill me."
He simply frowned.
So long had it taken Dei to figure that out. That feasibly, there would never be any change. Unlike ghosts, humans were static and set in their ways.
So sure they knew everything.
Then again, was he any different?
"I cannot accept anyone else to die for me! I want to keep you safe so let's--"
"Strip."
"Huh? What! Danny how is that--?" Dei's eyes were blown wide. "That won't help anything! What we need--"
Danny clasped his shoulders.
"What we need is time. For you to take the throne and command the powers of the Zone, send away the armies, show them a new way, a better way. That humans don't have to suffer or be lesser in life and death. So, switch. Clothes."
"But Danny--"
"We have the same blood. Amity needs someone to blame and... well I opened the damn thing in the first place."
Dei simply shook his head, silence and horror capturing his voice.
As his lips moved, a grim spark ignited in Danny.
Tackling Dei to the floor, with some effort and some dirty tricks(namely a knee right at what he'd once told him was a human version of a dog's tail) the black and white jumper was flung into a fire.
With his only option being orange spandex and streaks of black in snowy hair.
Danny knew, it was all the same.
A ghost not knowing his place.
A human daring to side with him, green blood running in his veins.
Noxious green eyes, a streak of ethereal white.
No one would know the difference.
His parents certainly wouldn't care. And so why would they stop?
Once they realized the costume was pleather and his chest bled red.
It was obvious to Danny.
Shoving Dei aside so he would fall, just another scrawny, hapless teenager in the way, whilst he ran into the jaws of cruel, callous hatred.
Sunk to his knees with hands to his head.
"NOOO! NO! NO!! LET ME--! DANN--mmph-- DAPHY! DAMPHY!"
He continued to struggle against Sam and Jazz.
He paid them all a sad smile, ultimately closing his eyes as he was hauled away.
Strapped to a table, Dei and his friends in awe as yet another portal tore through the air with concussive fanfare.
Though this one, different as the hiss of snakes and bulbous red slit pupils lined the way.
He the Hunter and Danny the ghost.
Switch roles.
In the chambers of a long forgotten castle Dei went to his knees. Bent his head down, and a crown was placed, doing away with the human costume.
Authority and gravitas resounded from his voice. Suddenly generations of Living Born, Manifestations, all-- clanging and borrowing his body to form a single will.
"UPON MY HEAD SHALL IT BE WRITTEN
THAT THE KING WORE THE CROWN OF AMNESTY AND THE RING OF EQUALITY."
Simple. As switching clothes.