Ernuoblem, Ailartsua

"My dear Dark Patty, how I wish that we weren't meant to be. How I wish that you would be envenomed by The Brotherhood of Evil Kangaroos or fall into a wombat's web." As he sat atop his Kleenex throne, his nexus of power, he looked down upon his domain, his castle founded atop both the literal bones of his ancestors and fallen foes alike. Dark Jace had slain many foes but two eluded his grasp. First of all, was Dark Patty, the annoyingly attractive dame whose aloof nature ensured that his heart was always in tatters. One of the few things that made him shed some of the precious tears that his other enemy, Regular Jace, had shed before him.

He'd kill Regular Jace, that fucking asshole of an imposter, if it didn't mean that he'd never have the opportunity to harvest RJ's tears again. That would mean he'd never grow more powerful. And that was unacceptable. Once he'd thought that perhaps he could just keep Regular Jace in a dungeon. In fact, he had kept RJ in his dungeon once, torturing him day in and day out to harvest those tears. But it ultimately seemed to stimulate his pancreas more than it stimulated his tear glands. Upon realizing that Regular Jace could accidentally make his own life more insufferable than Dark Jace could ever achieve, he decided to set him free.

"Pathetic weakling. My bowels are the most tolerant of them all!"

But as of late, Dark Jace had noticed a disturbing pattern. The tears were both less abundant and less potent than they had been. Was Regular Jace's quality of life improving? Or was his health failing? Neither possibility would bode well for Dark Jace's power levels. Therefore, it would seem that Dark Jace would have to intervene in Regular Jace's life, to ensure that he could continue his ascension until one day he could commemorate his apotheosis by being inducted into The Brotherhood of Evil Kangaroos, as its' first non-marsupial member.

And so, transforming into a salt-rich mist, he floated through his castle halls before breezing before his enchanted mirror, the same glass that he had used to cross between worlds many times before.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, show me the most basic bitch of them all."

And it did just so.

"Excellent." Dark Jace cooed. At that, he crossed over the dimensional boundary and dispersed into Regular Jace's bedroom before gradually condensating as a puddle on the floor, one that would gradually reassemble itself underneath RJ's bed.