~𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎~
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏.𝐎.𝐕.
If he's being honest with himself, Danny didn't know what he was doing. Don't get him wrong, Danny isn't stupid, an idiot sure but stupid? No. Before he became Phantom, the ghost boy was a diligent student with aspirations of joining NASA as an astronaut. The point is Danny isn't stupid. He does have an idea of what to do as High King of the Infinite Realms.
Surrounded by his council and family, the halfa finds support should the need arise. Yet, despite this network, he remains an ordinary teenager—well, as ordinary as one can be while being half-dead and king of an entire realm. As previously noted, the boy king isn't without assistance in governing the Ghost Zone. However, ultimately, it is his voice that holds the final sway.
Danny is trying his best.
Driven by a desire to improve the afterlife for his subjects and ultimately establish peace across the Realms.
Amidst the widespread joy following the coronation of the new king, there existed a faction of ghosts less than pleased with the turn of events. And when I say "faction," I'm referring to none other than Phantom's Rogues Gallery in its entirety. Don't get them wrong, they're happy that Pariah was gone, they're just not happy that Danny was king.
For EVERYONE could be happy,
Danny got an idea.
Upon inheriting Pariah's Keep, the new king embarked on a venture to enhance its scope, transforming it into a haven where ghosts and other ghostly entities could visit, have fun, and feel safe.
As the halfa poured his creativity into the Keep it burgeoned into a veritable city of entertainment. There stood an amusement and water park tailored for the "young and childish" ghosts like Youngblood and Box Lunch, who still relished in playful antics with Danny despite his regal status. An arcade brimming with every conceivable video and amusement game across the multiverse beckoned enthusiasts—although Danny had to impose limits on Tucker's enthusiasm during his visits. Adjacent to the arcade stood a grand conservatory adorned with gothic architecture, earning Sam's approval. Linked to this botanical marvel was a serene park housing a quaint playground. Opposite the verdant haven, the planetarium and observatory awaited, where The King found himself reluctantly pulled by the combined insistence of Phantom's Fright and The Ancients, albeit without Clockwork.
Within the expanding realm, a tapestry of human-like amenities flourished: a movie theater, a mall, cozy cafes, restaurants, and even a library. The ghostly monarch foresaw not only Ghostwriter relishing in the library's embrace but also Mr. Lancer, who, constrained by his human form, could only linger in the Ghost Zone fleetingly, despite his somewhat liminal nature. Thus, Danny conceived a novel concept: a café fused with a bookshop in Amity, bridging the realms to cater to both humans and ghosts alike, ensuring a shared haven of enjoyment and enlightenment.
Danny entertained the idea of incorporating some more "adult" attractions into the realm but was a bit iffy. After careful consideration, the king unveiled Scarlet Street—a zone designed to cater to the desires of 'older ghosts', mirroring the enjoyment offered to their younger counterparts. Within this district lay three public bars, two nightclubs, two strip clubs, three restaurants, a BDSM dungeon, a burlesque club, a sex shop, and a brothel. Anchoring the street was a grand casino, promising excitement and luxury to its patrons.
Deliberately situated on the opposite side of the keep from the family-friendly venues, Danny ensured that entities like Youngblood and Box Lunch wouldn't stumble upon the risqué establishments and ask awkward questions.
𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘏... Moving on
Nestled at the heart of the bustling city stood its crowning jewel: the Phantom Stadium—admittedly, the name could use a touch of refinement, but let's move on. This grand arena served as the ultimate battleground for ghosts, ectoplasmic beings, and eldritch entities of all sizes and strengths, hosting duels and battles that ranged from the petite to the monstrous.
Feeling the weight of a particularly rough day? Or perhaps you've got some unresolved grievances with another spectral being? Look no further than the Stadium to unleash your pent-up frustration and settle scores.
Moreover, the Stadium doubled as a prime venue for electrifying concerts, offering an additional avenue for entertainment and cultural expression within the city.
Initially, there was a collective hesitation among the denizens of the Ghost Zone to venture into the newly established city, given its association with the king's Keep—a domain traditionally reserved as the ghostly monarch's lair. However, with reassurance and the "official" blessing from the ghost boy himself, any lingering doubts were swiftly dispelled, paving the way for an enthusiastic influx of visitors.
From the most ancient spirits to the newest arrivals, everyone found themselves immersed in the delights of Phantom's burgeoning city. Even the venerable Ancients were not immune to its charm, reveling in the diverse offerings it provided. For Danny, witnessing the joy and contentment of his subjects as they embraced their afterlives was a fulfillment of his deepest desires.
Amidst the widespread enjoyment, there remained the pressing matter of attending to accumulated paperwork—a task that had been neglected for far too long under Pariah's reign. The sheer volume of documents was nothing short of being fucking ridiculous. With the amount of paperwork, Danny honestly wanted to burn everything.
An astonishing two-thirds of the paperwork comprised grievances, showcasing ghosts' affinity for airing their dissatisfactions. Some complaints dated back millennia, allowing Danny to burn those. Among the most absurd was one lamenting the color of the sky in the Zone—Seriously!? Are you complaining about the sky being green? Burned. Goodbye.
Others were more durable. Reports surfaced detailing tensions between different sections of the Zone's populace, while others cited instances of perceived rudeness and intimidation from the royal knights dispatched by the Council to mediate disputes—a matter Danny resolved to address directly with Frighty. Additionally, a notable portion of the complaints pertained to his parents and the Ghost Zone's adversaries, the GIW, suggesting deeper underlying issues requiring his attention.
Complaints from demons also cluttered the paperwork, primarily revolving around grievances regarding individuals with whom they had forged contracts. Fortunately, the majority of these contracts had expired, rendering the complaints moot. Recognizing the fleeting nature of human life—especially when entangled in dealings with demons—Danny wasted no time in consigning these documents to the flames, acknowledging that extended lifespans often came with their own set of complications.
However, what irked Danny most was the incessant bickering among demons, each one quick to point fingers at the perceived faults of their infernal counterparts. This cycle of blame seemed futile to him, prompting a decisive action: any complaints regarding demon disputes were swiftly dispatched into the flames. If they took issue with his approach, they were welcome to submit new complaints, but Danny made it clear that he would continue to dispose of them without hesitation.
The remaining stack of paperwork served as a testament to the king's authority. Clockwork had elucidated that across all realms, allegiance had been pledged to the Ghost King, regardless of their individual governance. Even though Danny might not be intricately involved in their daily affairs, his status as the paramount authority mandated that tribute be paid to him. It was basically taxes.
As the king diligently sifted through the towering stacks of paperwork, efficiently organizing them into their rightful places, one persistent issue demanded immediate attention.
Among the litany of complaints concerning contracted deals, one name recurred with alarming frequency: John Constantine. Over the span of two decades, this idiot had managed to piss off a good dozen demons, establishing himself as a fucking nightmare within the Ghost Zone. It became abundantly clear to Danny that addressing the grievances surrounding John Constantine necessitated setting aside other matters and meticulously cataloging every complaint against him.
The more Danny delved into the accounts involving Constantine, the more he became a headache. t appeared that this man had recklessly bartered away not only his soul but also various other assets to multiple demons simultaneously. Consequently, these demons found themselves embroiled in a tumultuous dispute, each vying for supremacy over their shared acquisition.
Honestly, the halfa didn't want to deal with all this anymore, the halfa resolved to expedite a resolution by purchasing all contracts and deals associated with Constantine. While the demons initially expressed discontent with this decision, they found themselves powerless against the authority of the Ghost King. Nevertheless, Danny extended an olive branch by offering the demons the opportunity to rent certain ghostly artifacts, ensuring that the transaction was conducted under the auspices and approval of the Council.
Even though Konstantin's soul held little practical value for him, Danny couldn't deny the unique usefulness of the individual himself. After all, how many occultists possessed such a skillful—albeit ingeniously quirky—aptitude for their craft?
With the realization that there was still much to be done, Danny acknowledged the necessity for a brief respite. Thus, when he sensed the unmistakable pull of a summoning, he readily accepted without hesitation, eager for the temporary reprieve it promised.
~❀~
They fucked up. Nobody took the Cult of the Lord of the Dead seriously at first. But then they went ahead and killed nine people, and to top it off, they set up this huge summoning circle. Picture this: a massive cavern in the Grand Canyon. So, there they were, the head cultist kicking off their creepy chant, and suddenly, the circle started glowing this sickly green, kind of like the Lazarus Pit. Creepy stuff, right?
Once activated, the circle sparked to life, forming a protective barrier that nobody seemed able to penetrate. The magic the cultists were tapping into was no joke; it was potent stuff.
Constantine couldn't help but peer into the swirling energy of the circle, feeling a bit intoxicated by the raw power emanating from it. It was thick with death magic, making his skin crawl. The runes etched into the circle were like nothing he'd ever seen, and the language the head cultist was howling sounded downright otherworldly. Whatever they were summoning, it was monstrous, and they were clueless about how to put a stop to it.
The head cultist fell into a solemn silence, and the tension hung thick in the air as they all waited with bated breath. Konstantin couldn't shake the certainty that once the summoning concluded, the shield would dissipate, thrusting them into a confrontation with the summoned creature. John pushed aside the nagging thought that their odds against the monster were abysmally low.
A colossal afterimage materialized in the air above the circle's center, its form obscured yet unmistakably formidable. Through the haze, the heroes discerned the silhouette of four massive pairs of wings, each casting a foreboding shadow that seemed to swallow the surrounding light. Despite maintaining a safe distance of seventy feet from the shield's edge, the sheer scale of the creature's wings loomed ominously overhead, dwarfing the heroes in comparison.
"King of Ghosts!" the cultists began whispering reverently, falling to their knees.
John went cold. The Ghost King. If they were able to summon the Ghost King...
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuccckkkk...
They don't have the power to stop the Ghost King!
"Constantine! What are we dealing with?" Batman's voice echoed through the cavern, urgency lacing every syllable. Before John could respond, a hush fell over the group, silencing all other sounds. The shield surrounding the circle dissipated, along with its eerie glow, plunging the cavern into an unsettling silence.
A chill wind swept through the cavern, causing a ripple of unease. Suddenly, the ground beneath them erupted into a field of delicate white flowers, which swiftly morphed into sinister red spider lilies, casting a macabre ambiance over the scene.
"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞"
~❀~
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ⬎
HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL BABES!!! Yes, I'm aware that I'm not the best at updating, I've been saying that everything and I'll keep saying it. I'm finishing the first chapter of "The Other Side", "Absolute Seduction", and maybe "Mother Knews Best".
I decided to rewrite this chapter so I hope you enjoy it.
BUT ANYWAYS!
Our boy Danny is Ghost King!! Even though he's still a kid, he's doing his best. But fuck, Constantine is a whore in selling his soul.
Hope y'all enjoy reading!
~ 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 ~
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