#glitzle

“ME WANT ALONE!”

Another night, another request from the child, Glitzle, to be left alone, without any guards or other eyes around her.

“Underqueen, you must underst--”  An elder warlock tries to speak, but the raging infant lashes out, clouds of pestilence bursting around her.  “ALONE, ALONE, ALONE,” she demands, her voice echoing with ghostly wails.  Covering his face, the elder would rush the other goblins, even those in the shadows, to leave.  “Tantrums of sickening magics... she needs to be put in check...”

After stomping about, getting the others to leave, the three-year-old Glitzle would rest on her knees, fiddling with her thumbs.  “They gone now... How are you,” was asked into the void, a child-like curiosity in her tone.

Out of her eyes, seeping souls would manifest themselves in front of her.  “Rrgh... ahhhh!”  From inside the goblin, several tortured souls spill out into an ooze.  “Go!  Go!  GO!”  The souls tried to flee, but would be shocked in-place, in close proximity to the goblin child.

“D-don’t go... Please, I wanna help.”  She’d try and scoop the amalgamation close to her.  “Let me help.”

All at once, the near scattering heap would collect together, raising a non-existent brow.  “Yo--rrgh... you... help?”  The blob festered and shook about, the child stroking it like a pet on her lap.  “Sshh... I want to talk... Who are you?”