Cafe Nightshade

"How am I going to get out of here?"

Zerro looked around franticly for a place to escape "Come to think of it... what happened to the wolf? never mind that... he proaly got lost in here.... and If that happened, then he's lost..."

Zerro looked around for a bit and found an orb that looked just like the orb he had, but it had an greeter glow "This must be the second power source of grampa's sword!"
 
Polly Addams

Polite waited for the pizza delivery dude while checking her e-mail. Only one items caught her eye though: Seven possiably sighted.

One of the PI firms she hired had emailed her about a club two states over where a "man" fitting Seven's desciption had been sighted. In her heart she thought he might be truly dead, but then, since she had no true heart, and he had been dead when they met.........she would keep looking for a year and a day, and then would give up. A year and a day was all unbound demons were allowed to commit to a lost cause.

She dressed quickly in her thigh high boots, black leather pants and silk tank top and threw the rest of her meager belongings into her saddle bags and was headed for the hotel room door when there was a knock.

A nice pimply boy stood there with a pizza box.

"Oh, yes, dinner!" she smiled at him, looking like the bikers Snow White with black hair, white skin and ruby lips. "Come on in." She stepped back into the room. Flushed with teenaged hormones he followed her, and tried to make his voice not crack.

"That'll be fourteen bucks, miss." He squeaked out.

"Oh, certs." She said, bending over to get her wallet from her boot top so he could watch the leather of her pants shift and strech over her shapely ass. "Here you are." she stood very close to him and put the money in his pocket, and kissed his cheek.

When he didn't move away she smiled brighter and kisses him on the lips. Frist the merest brush, a dry kiss; but then she enfolded him in her arms and probed his mouth with her tougue, sucking his tougue into her mouth. The pizza fell to the floor even as his cock rose in his sauce stained jeans. She exhaled through her nose and then inhaled his very breath though her kiss....and a portion of his life force flowed with it from him into her in a rush of white light. He sagged against her, cumming and passing out almost at the same time. She held him a few moments more, taking enough to drive all night on, but not enough to harm him.

She lay him down on the floor, straightened him out so he wouldn't wake with any kinks and tucked a $100 bill in his pocket with the $20 for the pizza.

"Thank you." She wispered in his ear.

Unlike times of old where he would have died and then gone to hell for falling to the sin of lust he would wake in a few hours, worn out, but able to recover in a few days what she had taken.

Outside, she threw her saddlebags over her bike, put on her helment and headed down the highway and towards Cafe Nightshade, where Seven might be.

:kiss:
 
Trevor

It was too late. He didn't need any energy signatures to tell him that, his intuition did the job quite well. Still, in spite of his allies' presumed defeat he dashed madly through the bowels of the Big Top in a vain attempt to intercept the daemon before it could do any more damage.

He focused further on the distinct signature of the daemon and murmured a weak shifting spell that would phase them both breifly out of existence then back in at a halfway point between the two.

As he completed the spell there was a slight sensation like wading through pudding and a breif moment of vertigo as he arrived at his destination. He could tell immediately by the overpowering stench of evil surrounding him that the incantation had succeeded. The only problem was that although he could feel the daemon nearby, stone walls separated him from his foe. He once again darted around corners until...

...there it was before him. The unholy beast his superiors had foolishly hoped they could contain, and in their eternal arrogance inadvertantly unleashed on an innocent world. Yet in a way he could not blame them, for the thing had been thought to be unsummonable.

There was no mistaking the Name of the slobbering, gibbering thing before him. No other daemon in any known mythos could inspire such loathing or fear in a mortal (or immortal for that matter) heart. Over eight feet tall, the shambling, vile parody of humankind was forced to crouch to fit in these halls designed for man. Rotting chunks of flesh dripped continually from its form and foul smelling puss oozed from the many open sores covering its body, and clutched in its tremendous claw was the motionless form of Zolte. It resembled nothing more than a huge rotted corpse granted some perverted semblance of life. It glared at Trevor from empty eye sockets and opened its cracked and bleeding mouth. He immediately felt a belch of stale air, much like that released when one opened a crypt untouched for centuries. The corridors filled with the buzzing of thousands upon thousands of tiny vermin as a swirling black mass of the critters spewed forth from the thing's maw.

No, there was no mistaking the blight the "masters" had unleashed on the unsuspecting world. It was spoken of in the Bible as Satan's right hand man. Trevor sank to his knees as he beheld the visage of Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies.
 
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Zerro had found a way out, but, It would take some energy to do so, an that he didn't exactly had at the moment "This is going to feel like a bitch!"

He put his hand on the orb, and fell to the ground instantly, as the glowig green ball asorbed his powers quickly, "..." When it had ceased to suck on his energy, Zerro had found himself right back where he started, with his blade in front of his face


Zerro risen himself up, and noticed that he couldn't pick up a scent from the others "This isn't good.... Wait..." He instantly picked up two scents, one demonic, and the other slightly familar, "They're a bit bit far from here... but I think I can make it before somebody gets hurt..."

Zerro grabbed his sword, and the now powerfully glowing orb, ad went after the two scents.
 
Tony

“Lets go down this tunnel, the creature has gone to the north from here.”

Yeah, right! That was easy for Benjamin to say. I know I still have not gotten over the battle with Zolt’s dad. And now something else was happening. I was not really surprised when Zolt got pulled into the wall. I was however, surprised at how fast shit kept pilling up on us without a breather. I would have thought we would get some time off. Fancy thoughts, as I tried to keep up with Benjamin through the dark, damp and definitely smelly, tunnels.

What manner of creatures built this place? And more importantly, what manner of creatures still live in this place? I believed that we were about to find out, when I felt something else that just arrived in the tunnels. Something quite familiar. Trevor had opened up the Box again. I wondered what made him compelled to open it again. I know I would never forget the single time I was with him in that Box. And I hope I will never have to again. I have seen a lot things in my lifetime, but some things are NOT meant to be seen at all.

Well, at least we will soon have Trevor with us again. That was a comforting thought, even as Benjamin was pulling me closer to danger. A comforting thought indeed, even as what lay ahead was hidden. I was not ready, and was not sure if Benjamin was either when we finally turned the corner…
 
Polite Addams

Stopping to limber up, Polite stands by the side of the road faceing West. Running her fingers to loosen up the helmet crushed curls she can feel that she is moving further away from Seven, not closer. Jamming the helmet back on her head she turns back East and continues her search.

(OCC, I"m sorry, I didn't realize how far along you guys were, and was unintentally rude by bargeing in, so I'll barge out again."
 
Zerro slowly walked through out the halls, knowing if he makes an mistake, and there are demons aroud, he would be in serious trouble. "His scent is getting stronger.... But so is the demons..."

He turned a corner and was struck by an extreamly poweful smell, he saw Trevor, on his knees "He can't be the one smelling that bad. must be the, SHIT!"

Zerro instantly saw the monsterus demon, with the foul scent, making him want to pass out. He had read legends of of a demon with the fould smell of death, "Beelzebub..... Lord of the flies, whatever his name is, he must have an link to the rampaging demon..."
 
Benjamin

Benjamin reached the corner and swiftly pulled Tony after him. He peered ahead as a fetid odor washed over them. "OMG , what is that stench." The answer was readily available as he noticed a gigantic being crouching into the smaller tunnel. Benjamin was not sure exactly who it was, but knew it was their target since he could see Zolt motionless in its festering claw. Benjamin stopped for a moment to catch his breath and noticed that Trevor was right in front of the demon, while he could also see Zerro sneaking up behind it. Benjamin turned to Tony, "Come on man, do you want to live forever. Scratch that, I am already dead. Ummm do you want to exist forever? Lets go get Zolt out of its foul clutches.

Benjamin arrives in front of the demon, he puts his hands in front of him, sending out a psychic blast of pain towards the demon. It smiles a parody of a human smile as it turns to him, "Stupid mortal, do you think that pain would hurt me? I am a Lord Of Pain, it will only feed me. Come now, cant you do better than that? " With an effortless movement, the demon lashes out with one elongated arm and knocks Benjamin back into the wall across the tunnel. As his head strikes the wall, Benjamin loses consiousness.
 
Zerro saw how useless it was to attack the huge demon with brute force, "If he is the lord of pain... then how can we beat him? Wait... maybe he can't stand comfort if he enjoys pain!"

Zerro pondered that thought for a bit "The hell am I thinking?! Thats impossible
 
Trevor

With the utter shock of seeing Beelzebub in the catacombs Trevor barely registered the arrival of Zerro, Benjamin, and Tony. The only thoughts racing through his mind is just what the fuck he had gotten himself into, for although he had certainly faced down daemons before he had never seen anything close to this calibre. What stood before him was a creature borne of the darkest rececces of mortal minds, a veritable creature of nightmares.

Gradually the sense of shock receded and he felt his strength returning. He grasped his enchanted hilt and willed the blade of flames into being. Although he knew fully well that his efforts would be utterly futile and quite possibly suicidal, the utter hopelessness of the situation overcame him and he launched an attack against Beelzebub. His blade came within an inch of the daemon's head before it shot chains and barbs forth from its rotting flesh and ensnared him in midair. Beelzebub seemed to contemplate him for a moment, the effortlessly tossed Trevor aside.

It stretched its arm out and, almost dismissively, made Trevor so wracked with pain he could not think, much less act. His final boon to his comrades before the tides of darkness completely overcame him was to fling a single Joker's card at the feet of the almighty daemon...
 
Zerro quickly came out of his thoughts, "Trevor!" Zerro quickly rolled behind Beelzebub, and grabed the card laying on the ground "Got it!" As soon as he got up, he shot around and threw the joker card right at Beelzebub's feet "Please work... Whatever will happed!"
 
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