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The Devil Returns

By Ezekiel D

Sparks crackle against reality, defying the infinitely cold and black space they so wish to occupy. Swirling, picking up momentum and fury with each subsequent whip tail announcing their creation, spherically clawing at existence. The light given off by said aberrant birth drew the attention of, not what, but whom, they sought.

And from within this vile creation peered out a small, insignificant feline, her mouth gagged, body soaked in blood and bound. Sent to be rent helplessly asunder as lambs fed to the pack, yet there she lay, gazing out into the abyss. There was silence, chilly, unrelenting silence, as impending and ominous as it simply wasn't. Flexing steel whistled out from the black, parroting itself by the dozens, growing closer, and closer, and closer still. Their bounding band of choir night delights finally descending into view, she could barely make them out. Were they, snakes?

"What to do," Three simple words bespoke from nothing, growled in an open bar of the voids blade song. No, they're too slender, swift and nubile to boot, a flurry of quicksilver in the night at best. These petrifying bands commanded by a growing voice,

"What to do," Their proximity announced by a panic inducing crash, the whole den of glinting silver serpents coming together and snapping. Not but several feet from the girl, not long after she could see them. Metal bladed bands moved in droves, flaring out all around her, several of their pointed tips coming into view. They waited, unmoving, focused on her very soul,

"Now, that I ha-" One band shot out, arrow point aimed directly between her eyes, yet it was stopped. Caught, sparks from earlier held it in place, kicking and flailing along its coil. The steel cobra rapidly disintegrated into rusted flakes as those sparks shot back ward toward its source at a bottle rockets pace. What light that was given off flared to nothing, ending in a dull thud, in it's place opened a pair of crimson iris.

"I see." Those eyes, freshly turned upon her spoke, it was with those two words that sulfur, thick pungent sulfur hit her nose. A mephitic, vinegary, tangy tart clawed at her eyes and nose with the sting of nasally introduced pepper ants. The felines eyes trickled immediately with a pervasive burn akin to acid directly sprayed into both ocular sockets. Her senses overwhelmed, cruel panic onset nausea told the cat to evacuate her belly, which worked only so well until it splashed back down off the gag.

Just as she began to cough and choke, rocketing what stomach bile she could via nostril, the voice stepped into view. It was a silver haired fire dragon, horns of ebony, eyes and scales a crimson blood red, form accented with stainless steel adornments.

"You're, bait." He growled, watching her fight to breathe, swallowing, coughing midway, then puking again, resetting the entire cycle. Those wires extended from the mid of his back, blood drooling freely down his tail and legs, her focus became more on air. The devil sniffed at her twice, catching something, brow flaring at this revelation,

"Hold still." He spoke before moving, showering slag erupted around him as he passed through the sphere with ease. The barrier did little more than seer several layers of skin and muscle clean off, and he moved without a care. Under little heed, one boney claw covered in char tucked itself betwixt thine felines nether lips, giving a good sharp swipe. That serrated internal inquiry was but a note in her momentary song of strife, the devil brought said claw to a gradually reforming maw. Savoring her succulent innocence upon his pallet,

"Ahh~" Sighing in elation, the surrounding barrier shattered, he leaned down toward her, feline eyes heading toward the light. In one swift motion, the dragon slashed her gag, tossing it away. Desperation tore air back into her lungs, exchanged for several hearty dollops of vomit painfully coughed back up.

Just as terror filled her windpipes with a scream, two thick scaley digits forced their way down her neck hole. Reflexes told her to bite, and she did to no avail, fangs clicking against bits of bare bone. The dragons fist clenched, knuckles popping as they relegated her to a fish, held by its gill.

"I know that's not your blood child. Whomever sent you here, did so with malice. All I need, and I do mean, the ONLY thing, I need to reverse this, and put him in your place, is his name. Anything but his name, and I'll happily take you in his place. Understand?" The devils eyes bore down unto her with an intensity that illuminated the dark, imparted his will, and showed no mercy held behind them. She nodded,

"Very well, What, is his name?" He asks, gradually removing both digits,

"Moriarty."

The name echoes out across existence, realities churn from one moment, a cold voidish hellscape to a screaming victorian vault of books. Two deafening slams sowed quiet despair across the room, hooded figures of red and gold stopped their attempts at escape while wire bands wrapped door handles together. Roughly thirty cloaked figures filled out a headmasters study befitting royalty, lit by fire, adorned with seats for all to observe. Books, upon books, upon books lined its walls, surrounding a devil and its feline. With a wave of his hand the fire and candles died, letting darkness swallow everything. A long rolling, rasping, growl called out in the night,

"Moriarty." Glowing crimson eyes set alight, peering, searching through the black for the soul that set this eve in motion. Terror fueled cries previously ringing out were traded for an illicit calm, after several empty moments,

"What to do, what to do, now that I have, eternity, with you?" The saying has been spoken, if left unanswered, chaos ensues. Still calm silence answered him,

"In the words of a dear friend." Hellfire was his, every flame in that room erupted with a pressure and life, that it was said to be ". . . Fueled by the inferno itself."

"What sights I have to show you." A song began to play, a demonic melody of whirling steel that peeled itself from the demons very flesh. Bending metal bands cried out, reaching to ensnare and defile every cloaked member present. One would tie a noose while two more would slash until the cloak was off, their identity revealed, modesty in ruin. The stripping pair then began exploring their prey in ways that added rather lively vocals to the tune.

Our poor bound feline lay just behind the naked dragon, starring out in wept, abject horror being committed. For from just passed the view of his genitals, all manner of upper polite society was raised, gutted for slaughter. Disemboweled, skin flayed, others split in twain via blades slithering between oral and anal, or vaginal, orify. Blood painted the room, organs and other useful parts littered its floor, processed corpses hung by the dozens, screams decreased as their numbers shrunk.

Several of the remaining figures rushed at our scaled fiend only to be obliterated by droves of freshly hatched wire serpents. Hurling themselves from his abdomen, they implanted the attackers, devouring them as viny living flesh shrubs. Only one remained, the attending wires descended upon them, limbs wrapped, drug before the creatures face. With a single claw he flicked their hood back revealing a young white haired man,

"Where, is, he." The devils gaze radiated a sparked glow as hot as irons, drilling down into the mans soul, reading it as text written for leisure.

"I- I- I-" He began to mouth, fear gripped his throat, rank urine hit the marble floor, spattering the devils feet and our felines fur. A crash, as loud as the pair that began this macabre charade of delight answered for him. Following right after, a large Zweihander launched with such force that it caught the fiend, pinning him to the wall, spurts of blood erupting at full pressure between coughs. Heavenly light began to gleam, just as the devils eyes, from the blades entirety, shining until its white hot light was blinding.

"EZEKIEEEEEEEEL!" A male voice called, the phosphorous weapon exploded, promptly removing that wall of the room. In walked a pair from the opposite door as dust and rubble fumed. One, a plump pear shaped shorter gentlemen, an english or frenchman in full baroque regalia accompanied by a much taller suit of armor. The breastplate and form bore touches of femininity put through a lifetime of warring hell. At the armors back was slung an archers quiver made of large feathered wings filled with an endless assortment of handles.

"Oh come now, I know that's not enough to kill you. I want my book boy." He taunted silent piles of wreckage clouded by settling soot and debris. From the cluttered remains shot a single buzzing blade, humming through the grimy aerosol, caught in hand by the towering armor. Stopped mere inches from Moriarty's nose, he smirked,

"How quaint, will you dispatch this cretin for me my dear?" The armors fist clenched down upon its writhing steel band, winding twice around the forearm before giving a mighty heave down off to one side. Her motion yanked a half shredded and charred corpse from the wreckage, hurling it screaming excitedly at them. At the a point of impact, a large gauntlet wrapped fist caught the chuckling ghoul, pinning him to a nearby wall. Half gone, shattered bone realigning itself under regrowing muscle and sinew, he was rather aloft, coughing as his lungs filled with fluid,

"I know your kind bird cunt." An equally driven skull crushing fist planted itself, flattening the half that remained.

"What favor has he over you?" Ezekiel's neck hole spouted blood, muddying any taunts. The armored figure responded by jabbing his chest with a devil pronged trident, leaning in as her hands pushed with vigor,

"This... is for Liberty." Those words took a second to land smoothly, but once the rubber touched down, Ezekiel erupted with laughter. Lung bile and blood casually spouted in cackles, as if he'd just heard the joke of the century. This gesture infuriated her, jabbing him with several more blades, leaving them to ignite,

"Oh, kitty dear." Our feline broke from the shear madness unfolding before her eyes, seeing a sinister figure standing over, vile look to his smile.

"I'm sorry but you weren't supposed to make it back. We'll have to correct that, worldly balance and a-" Moriarty's words had their throat cut in the night by a thunderclap, further collapsing the building and filling it with soot. Several whirling hums buzzed by, held only briefly by something wet that made Moriarty scream and collapse.

"AHH- MY LEG!!!, he took MY LEG!" Devilish demonic throaty cackling broke a filthy dusk. Our baroque butcher lay next to our feline, clutching a freshly severed nubbin as it painted streaks in the dirt. Drug foot steps closed in on the pair, that god awful blasphemous laugh echoing through vaporized house, it's source shambling into view. Ezekiel, shredded beyond recognition stood, shaking, upper half relatively defleshed, bones floating back into place.

"E-nough!" The pillaring armor spouted, a mighty shielded boot slammed down, caving Moriaty's pumpkin of a skull. It's resounding POP cracked off the marble flooring, providing a wonderful taste of artistic expression. Indeed, Moriarty's best parts laid out in an arc of bloodied strands and skully bits.

"Hah! Ha-ha-ha, HAH!" Zeke pointed and laughed while the valkyrie-esque figure almost half slipped in smashed man marmalade. Her Mighty feathered wings unfurled, revealing the full extent of her arsenal, an endless amount of blades floated from the wingspan. Every last blade point tilting towards the laughing lord of lies,

"How many do you have?" He asks, the flesh of his face reforming, fecal felating grin ever present, as always.

"You've committed countless crimes against creation, desecrated the sanctity of the heavens, and defiled one of my sisters. For you, I have eternity." Ezekiel's webbed ears flexed backward, pushed by a bear trap smile laced with devilish intent.

"Good." He answered, one by one, wire after wire peaked out from scale after scale, emerging as an army of serrated trapdoor serpents. Blood dripped freely from every single steely birth, soon more than half of him was extended out as a bundle of living wire. All the red pooled at his feet until his color drained, leaving a pale white ghast in Ezekiel's stance.

What followed could only be described as lunacy, from the very second she let the first blade fly, his wires swallowed them. Shrieking sounds erupted from within the steel nest, harrowing ear splitting calls of pain and sparks called back. The weapons themselves experiencing an agonizing death, minced into palm size chunks and piecemealed back to her at blistering speeds. For any single one blade let loose up to a dozen chunks would be returned, bouncing from her armor or colliding with other weapons. Any readied weapon hit would ignite, setting of the others near it and sending deafening concussive blasts through the surroundings.

Our feline watched, in awe of everything she ever knew, good and evil, or simply two evils fighting for supremacy. Their scuffle akin to being placed not close, not even front row, but inside a national fireworks display. She marveled at the light that didn't blind her, hung on the sounds that didn't deafen her, and basked in the heat that gave her warmth but didn't burn. Truly a once in a millennia spectacle, two mightily opposing forces exchanging blows in a toe to toe standoff that threatens life as we know it to be.

Wires swarmed as flocking vultures, tight in their formation while whipping around, attempting to descend upon the valkyrie. Only to be pushed back momentarily by explosions swallowed hole and spat back until it was quite clear no side was making any progress. Naturally, the detonations dwindled with some time, our harrowing winged warrior was left knelt, breathing heavily, granted a rare reprieve. Ezekiel stood, body carrying the weight of his steel, fully formed, watching, then he spoke.

"You're here on Liberty's behalf?" The suit, heaving under strain, nodded. His phalanx of wire limbs receded, going limp and slapping the house floor.

"Will you concede? You're out of toys to throw at me." Several more huffs, her head shook in the negative but indeed, there were no more blades left floating. The devils weapons began fully retreating, slithering back into him, every serration finding its home.

"I see." He dawned an almost remorseful look, slowly raising a hand to each side, exhaling an icy wisp,

"Then I invoke the, MAW, I your speaker have one worthy of devouring," He continued, the air of reality dropped temp, as cold and perilous as the void she'd seen. Immediate ground and surrounding buildings began to shake, our feline trembled looking up to the moonlit skies.

"COME, come and feed your endless hunger, my Master. FEAST UPON HER SOUL!" Ezekiel yelled into the open skies, tears in the very air ripped themselves apart, unholy screams called from within. Hordes of building sized tentacles slithered before the full moon, blocking its light, their great heralding falling toward them all. The dragon stood as their target, at peace in his own macabre serenity, our heaving suit of armor continued to rest, this was truly her end.

A great calamity befell the region that night, no one could make head nor tail of why or how the town had been pulverized, not a trace, simply, gone. Tensions escalated between warring nations as they blamed each other for the source but there was no real evidence of such thing, in fact, it was eventually seen as a sign to stop their conflict. An open warning by divinity itself lest the whole region be removed in a similar manner, but,

We know better, don't we?