mandalus :: the city of fates.

(( warning: mild gore. violence. ))

[ The audio clicks on first. Sounds of painful screams echo through out a small space, followed by moans and curses. There is the distinct thud of Mr. Gold's cane. The video then turns on, showing three men laying on the ground by the front door. One is holding his leg, blood seeping out between his fingers. The other has a hold of his shoulder where a large black shard is sticking out. The final one is grasping at the side of his head, where his ear is laying on the ground beside him. ]

It would seem that I was incorrect in my assumption. I had believed your kind too smart trespass into my shop. Who would have thought you would be so blinded by your thirst for blood that you are now losing your own. What a horrible sense of irony.

Dark magic?! He's got dark magic!

Of course I have dark magic. Though, it seems to be nothing compared to the stupidity of the one you worship. [ Mr. Gold raises his hand, and a purple smoke surrounds the hand of the man who spoke. Once the dust settles the man is screaming, revealing a magical mark. ] Now would you look at that. It seems that even in this world, cults need a mark. While I give you marks for making it invisible through magic? You lose a few for not thinking that other magic can detect it. Now. What to do with the three of you?

You're the ones that are unwanted! If you just stopped fighting and stepped aside? All of it would be over sooner!

Dearie, I think you will find it hard to find someone who wants me around. [ He then gestures to the door. ] Now then. Given me one perfectly good reason to stop this magical trap you triggered.

You--

Ah, ah, ah. You see. THAT? That is not a reason. That is a pitiful excuse. You have no reason. [ There is a snap of his fingers and two of the three men suddenly scream out in pain, black shards forming out of no where and entering the two. The third man, scrambling around to grab his ear, looks up in horror as Mr. Gold bends down in front of him. ] However, I do have a use for you. You'll need this to hear it properly. [ He raises his hand, placing the ear back on the man's head with magic. Then he grabs the man by the shirt and pulls him close. ]

I've got a special job in mind for you, dearie. [ Mr. Gold turns his attention to the phone. ] Let's not spoil the surprise. [ With a flick of his now bloodied hand, the image cuts out, now showing the back of the shop. It then cuts out. ]

[ The phone turns on with a sudden crack. The ceiling of Mr. Gold's shop can be seen. There is an accompaniment of shattering glass. A muffled sound of grunting can be heard in the background, along with curses and yells. Possibly even a 'I will make them PAY!' The walls shake and the items on them rattle. Then the tip of Mr. Gold's cane can be seen. He picks up the device, seething in anger, and a creaking sound can be heard.

Yes, he is breaking his phone with his grip. ]

Once I find which one of you took her away--and I will--you will pay. [ He's lost Belle because of his own choices and because of Regina. Now Mandalus. He cared little for the war. Now, it is personal. ] I will find every secret you hide. Every dark corner of this world that you cower in. And, oh, you will curse the day you brought The Dark One to this world! Did you think that I cared at all about this war of yours?

All magic comes with a price, dearies. Using technology to weasel out of a payment will not save you. Instead! You shove your price onto us to pay! I do not pay anyone's price. Not now. Not ever! [ He has paid his own prices. He'll be damned if he is going to lose Belle as a price for this world's inability to stop a giant snake. ]

As for the rest of you, who are so content to sit and let this happen to you? I suggest that you come and get your things from my shop. Otherwise I just might use them for my own whims. [ With that he throws the phone across the shop and the feed ends. ]