Post by thefangedrose on Sept 7, 2024 16:27:46 GMT -8
Disclaimer
This series contains elements of a supernatural nature and will play a parody of the Judao-Christian faith. It is not meant to be mocking or subversive but simply done for a creative outlet.
You. Were. Warned.
There are also supernatural elements to this story now. Be warned of that in advance. The supernatural elements of this storyline were only mentioned before but asked by those who wanted this series to be added.
“The Pact” is a concept that kept Jesse’s original “Walk the Line” idea alive while honoring that none of them had these “abilities” five years ago to keep the original writer's concept alive.
I hope you enjoy it.
I give you Chapter 29!
Mood Setter: “Shake that ass” Eminem Ft. Nate Dogg
Civil War 2
Chapter 29
Blowing off steam
Location: Manhattan, New York
Time: Late afternoon
The events of the last several months flew by with little notice for many homes worldwide. One such home was in Manhattan where a beautiful young blonde woman was readying herself for the Saturday night stream on her Twitch schedule.
She wasn’t big by any means at around five foot five with beautiful blonde hair, and a slender build while being athletic and curved in all the right places. Once she checked on those in her luxury apartment to ensure she had some time, she took her place in the Bauhutte G-530 BK gaming chair in front of the computer. Her OG PlayStation was connected to the Elgato Game Capture Card and the game’s demonstration was playing.
Getting everything ready, the woman leaned back and put on her happiest smile. A smile that was beautiful by the definition of the word.
“Goooood afternoon from New York City! I am Your CuteGamingBlond, Jessica Sears, and this is #StrategySaturday with Konami’s Vandal Hearts! How is everyone in the Nerd Nation doing?”
Immediately following the question, the followers and subscribers shared their positive responses. She smiled and nodded, checking the PSX memory card with the PSM Leon S. Kennedy sticker on the front of it.
“Awesome! If you’re having a good day, I hope this will make it better. If you’re having a bad day, perhaps this will brighten your mood, even a little. Yo, Mods. Check, check!”
Today, her active moderators included Rosalyn Fernandes (DarlingPrincess96), Mina Harrison (LiveArtInItaly), and Adam Sanders (Awkward_Sanders). The other moderator who was absent was her older brother, Zachary Sears. Otherwise, they gave her CuteGamingBlond thumbs up sub emotes. A sweet grin spread across Jessica’s face.
“Excellent! So, in the last session, we completed Chapter 2, Section 2, and recruited three new party members. Dolan, whom the majority voted to advance to Guardsman, Amon, who was advanced to Hawknight, and Sara, who was swayed to advance to Monk. Two Swords, one Bow, two Air, two Guards, two Monks, and one Bishop. That’s a challenging party for this No-Death Run!”
Picking up the PSX controller, she loaded the file and left Yuzu Village to approach the next area, Loris Beach. As she neared the destination and the chat continued to roll, a link seemed to appear on the right side of the screen in the chat. The link wasn’t a comment or a sub or even bits to reward the streamer.
It was a video.
Jessica’s soft blue eyes flickered to her right just long enough to make out that it was some kind of Youtube video and the still frame showed a shopping plaza over the bridge on the edge of The Bronx. She had only been there a handful of times, but she knew it.
“Remember everyone, videos are not allowed in the chat without special permission. Mods…”
Before she could even finish the sentence, the video disappeared from the screen. Jessica continued through the game, making commentary about the story, and comments about things that had transpired in the last game. After about ten minutes into the Loris Beach battle, her phone suddenly started to buzz.
Of course, she ignored it… But then it came again, and then a third time. Someone was blowing up her phone.
Thinking this may be an emergency she glanced down at the phone again.
“Excuse me, Nerd Nation… I’m so so sorry about this.”
Running three minutes worth of ads and switching to the “Be Right Back!” animated screen, her eyes shifted down to the phone as she swiped over and a series of messages appeared.
“You need to see this!”
Was the first with a copy of the video. This was followed by--“Jess! Now!”
“Jessica! WATCH THE VIDEO!”
They were urgent messages from Rosalyn and Mina. Jessica didn’t even think to end the stream as she swirled her chair around and hit the play button on the video. The sound of people screaming in terror suddenly sounded to everyone watching and a female screamed.
“DID YOU KNOW SARA?!”
Another female voice answered.
“Consider this your final warning. Give it to us or else.”
More people screamed as Jessica brought her hand to her mouth in shock. What was this? Her facial expression didn’t change as the sound of someone struggling with the wet snapping sounds of a hound’s jaws.
“The fuck off me!”
A male voice screamed, a familiar voice.
And then it all changed. Jessica’s eyes widened first when the sound of a steel sword cutting fabric broke the silence. And then her face turned pale.
“... D… Dea…”
“PROTECT THEM!”
“We have bigger problems!”
“Protect the damn people, AK!”
With each passing second, Jessica’s face continued to grow more and more pale as if the blood drained from her face. Then… it finally happened. The face appeared clear as day on the screen and she hit the phone button to pause the video with a trembling hand.
The face was slightly different than she remembered. The man had tattoos on his exposed chest and arms and a strip of his beard was now cut with a small, thin scar.
…A bullet wound she would realize. Where the cops shot him.
“... no… it can’t be… it’s impossible…”
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Suddenly, her heart was sinking and her head was aching. Her left hand moved to cradle her head.
“M-mein… Liebe. . .?”
She stared down at the phone, her hands trembling and then suddenly her eyes simply rolled backward and she slipped from the chair, collapsing unconscious to the floor. Her smartphone slipped from her now limp fingers and landed up for the web camera to see.
The face of her late husband.
Dean Matthews.
“...Jess!”
A male’s Irish-accented voice resonated after the sound of the bedroom door opening. On the camera, her boyfriend Ricky Valero dashed over and carefully lifted her onto his lap. Looking up, he shook his head.
“Ros, I know y’can hear me. End the stream. You’ve got admin powers.”
Without hesitation, Rosalyn did just that.
Dean Brandon Matthews was alive…? How?
Location: The Bronx
Time: Near midnight
As The Titans promised when the doors of the building opened, they could all hear the music. The hulking mountain of ebony flesh that was the two Titan leaders led Amanda and Riley behind them with the others all falling in line behind them as they headed down the stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, a pair of large men pulled the doors open. The music beyond nearly became deafening as a huge dark room opened up beyond the doors. Strobe lights flashed all around the room showing the dark silhouette of over a hundred people all dancing.
Cronos turned and spread his arms, his hips swaying to the thudding beat of the song and Riley threw her head back and laughed at her man as she came forward to dance with him. On the other hand? Amanda was already leading Atlas by the hand, her head bobbing to the beat.
Shadow allowed Silk to take her by the hand and even laughed once as she was led toward the mass of dancers. It was the first time many of them had even seen her face. Ashley rolled her eyes at the underground club but found herself with her hand taken by Katie and pulled into the mass of people.
Dean looked down at the little blonde with him and Peyton threw her head back and laughed. Her voice carried just above the noise.
“You have to be kidding, right?”
Zach seemed to be watching the pair and when he saw that Peyton didn’t intend to dance he grinned and went to join Ashley and Katie on the dance floor. Dean let out an unhappy sigh and moved around the edge of the dancing patrons.
Along the far edge of the underground building sat a DJ and beside him a long tall bar with drinks sitting all along it. Hyperion was already sitting at it and what appeared to be flirting outrageously with a small Cuban gentleman who was working behind it.
The Cuban man looked over at Dean, slightly annoyed at being interrupted, and raised a brow as if to demand what he wanted.
“Give me a bourbon double and a Long Island for the lady.”
He then made the drinks and returned to his conversation. Dean and Peyton made their way back toward the dance floor to watch the others. The pair sipped their drinks while all the others enjoyed the music as it changed from one song to another and then another. After the third, the blonde with Ashley and Zach glanced over.
Dressed in a pair of loose-fitting capris, sneakers, and a matching black top with little chains on it for display, Katie seemed to be contemplating something. She grinned to himself and bounced over, loose hair bouncing on her shoulder.
“Nope.” She announced firmly. “No one stands out here.”
“I don’t dance,” Peyton informed her as if that was it.
“Your loss!”
Katie reached out and took Dean by the lapels of his shirt and began to walk backward with her body swinging left and right to the rhythm. Dean laughed and managed to get the glass down on a table just before she pulled him out of range. Peyton watched all of this with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Once she was sure she had him, Katie released his shirt and continued to walk backward, her hands now up in her hair pulling it quickly up into a quick and loose bun, little strains slipping out both sides.
“Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet. It’s real easy, just follow the beat…”
The music announced and Katie began to dance around him, hand on his chest and then his shoulder and across his back. When she got in front of him again she placed one hand on his shoulder and began to sway her hips to the beat. The Titans around them stepped backward a half a step. Amanda was watching Katie with a little grin on her mouth as Katie danced. To their surprise, however, the big muscular man brought his hands to her hips and lifted her from her feet, spun around, and planted her back to her feet, hands running down her throat as he grinned.
He could dance apparently.
Katie grinned and spun around, planted her hand on the floor, and then came up, turning her head to look behind her as she reached over her head to grab his shoulder. She was right up on him now as she danced.
Dean had just placed his hands on her hips when suddenly a pale slender hand grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. Peyton was standing here, the strobes flashing red, green, and blue in her soft platinum blonde hair.
Dean looked down with a raised brow as Peyton laid a hand on his shoulder and spun around. Her back now to him she performed the same move that Katie just had and pushed it further by swinging her hips in the tight apple bottom jeans.
Then another hand touched his shoulder and spun him the other way. At that moment, a loud, shrill whistle sounded from somewhere on the dance floor. The music lowered slightly and the DJ looked up to find the huge Atlas pointing at the two women and the men between them and then pumped his arms up and down.
The DJ grinned and the strokes flashing all around suddenly flashed to where the trip stood and the music scratched. The beat resumed, this time on the Eminem track ‘Shake That”. Peyton looked around a little confused by what was happening. Katie on the other hand grinned and motioned for Dean to step forward and he obliged.
As he did she took a step back, hips already moving and then she attacked. Katie came forward placing her hand into his own, slipped under his arm only for him to pull her back. As she came back she spun, and hit him chest to stomach, lifted a leg and planted it against his thigh, running her heel down it.
And then Peyton was there. Planting a hand on Katie’s shoulder she shoved her to the side. She placed her in his, then spun out of it until their hands were stretched. With a pull, Dean spun her back into his arms until her back was pressed to him and she was looking away as if she was mad. Dean placed his fingers inside her chin and forced her to look back at him and she grinned.
Katie motioned for Dean to follow her a step away and he complied much to Peyton’s annoyance. Katie placed her shoulder to his and spun around until they were back to back, then dropped down to her butt on the floor. Lying flat her upper body and torso appeared below him between his legs, she brought her own up and through his. Her legs shot up at his face and Dean caught them just before she kicked him in the chin. Katie parted them, hooked her heels into his hips, and pulled herself up. She got about halfway up when he grabbed the small of her back and helped her finish her arch up with her legs wrapped around his waist.
And there at the pinnacle, her head above his own, the whole crowd went absolutely wild. Exploding into cheers for the talent and the sheer audacity to perform a move like that right in front of Peyton. Which of course Amanda and Riley loved and began to hoot and holler for her.
Katie stood breathing in deep, panting breaths and flashed Dean a friendly smile. It was all just an innocent dance. However, the platinum blonde stepped up beside him and put her arm possessively around his forearm.
“Come on,” Peyton told him.
Peyton pulled Dean away from Katie, who flashed him another smile and a wave just as Amanda and Riley seemed to attack her with giggles and laughs. It was all a little strange for Katie truth be told, but she enjoyed it. Having girlfriends was fun.
The strange thing, however, was when they got to the bar again, Peyton immediately excused herself and left. Dean watched her walk toward the entrance to the club’s stairs heading up. When he did however his eyes fell across a face. Pretty, beautiful even. Her hair was dark and framed her face with the smallest little ringlet curls. She had full lips that were nearly pouty and cheeks covered in the most adorable little freckles.
She was wearing a baseball jersey left open to show off a bare stomach and a sports bra. She didn’t possess much on top. Hugging her hips was a pair of blue jeans.
Dean narrowed his eyes looking at her and she arched a brow.
“Don’t I know you?”
The woman laughed softly and motioned with her head to Katie, still surrounded by Amanda and Riley.
“Nice moves out there, Dean.”
Dean’s eyes widened in recognition.
“M…Marissa right?!” He shouted over the music. “The dancer from Twitter?”
Marissa made a face and let out the smallest little laugh.
“I’m so glad you didn’t call it X.” She said loudly. “I’d have left you standing here boy.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips at that. He motioned his head the same way she had.
“Didn’t feel like taking part in the little ‘dance off’?”
Marissa looked over at Katie and then back at Dean. She slid closer across the bar’s edge and said loud enough for him to hear but no one else.
“Personally?” She told him. “If I am gonna dance with a guy like that? I’d prefer not have an audience.”
Dean raised a brow and then suddenly broke out bright red. It wasn’t overly a come-on, but it was definitely suggestive, and Marissa smiled. That was the reaction she wanted.
“So…you know the big guys?” She asked him. “I buy smoke from Cronos.”
When he looked down at her with another raised brow she smacked her hand off his chest.
“No.” She told him with a laugh. “I pay cash thank you very much.”
Dean let out the smallest little laugh and then the chill slithered down his spine. He adjusted his neck and his eyes shifted to the dance floor. He saw her immediately. It was hard to hide a body like that. She was nearly as big as he was and was wearing a pair of loose fitting slacks and sleeveless shirt with her brown hair pulled up into a ponytail.... and coming through the dancers in a beeline for Katie.
“Go.” Dean growled.
“But we just started tal…”
“Marissa. Run!” He repeated and began into the crowd.
He made it five steps before he found his path blocked. She was wearing a pair of low riding jeans and a loose-fitting top, blondish hair loose around her beautiful Asian face. She spun as soon as he got close enough and drove the point of her elbow into his stomach, doubling him over.
Finishing the movement she jumped from one leg to the other, bringing the knee up and slammed it into the side of his head as he doubled over.
Dean hit the ground hard rolling into the back of one of the Titans. He turned around and Cronos found himself staring at Sariel, who was now in mid-spin, the roundhouse catching him in the face, only to drop into a crouch as it ended, kick her other leg out, and take both of Riley’s legs out from under her. The little blonde slammed face-first into the floor with a crack and blood exploding from her face.
As the fight broke out, Katie went to see what was happening but didn’t make it more than half a step when she was grabbed by the back of the neck and lifted off the ground. A face appeared beside hers. Josie Bridal.
“Lord Lucifer sends his regards.”
“Fuck your lord!” Katie snapped and threw her head to the side.
The side of Katie’s head hit Josie in the side of the face. The shock caused Josie to release her and her heels hit the ground. She no sooner hit the ground than she threw herself into a cartwheel, kicking out both feet, with both connecting one after the other with Josie’s face.
The kick didn’t even phase the giantess. When Katie landed again, Josie darted forward, extended her leg, and planted her boot into the woman’s chest in a huge kick.
Katie lands flat on her back with a groan, just as Sariel is finishing her sweep of Riley. The two look at one another as Sariel spins back to her feet and Katie kips up to her feet, impressive in heels.
To fix that issue, Katie quickly kicked her heels off and extended her arms into a ready stance and Sariel did the same as the strobe lights flashed around them and the fighting began to break out. Josie was coming up behind Katie and was just about to grab her hair as she readied herself only to have both Dean and Atlas slam into her forcing her backwards.
Josie drives an elbow down into the neck of Atlas, forces Dean up into a standing position, and yanks him forward into a headbutt. Her forehead connects with his face with another sickening crunch as blood explodes from his mouth, she then moves around behind him and plants her foot into the small of his back, shoving hard.
The force of the thrust sends Dean into the wall full force. He slams into it and bounces off into a heap on the floor. As he does Atlas comes in beside her, but Josie eats a stiff right hand to the jaw without so much as a flinch. When the big man throws another she grabs the wrist, plants her shoulder into his underarm, and flips him over her to the hard ground.
Planting a hand onto his panting chest Josie growls.
“Whose fuckin daddy now, bitch?”
And rocks him with a stiff punch to the jaw.
Josie glanced over and saw that Sariel was fighting Ashley, Shadow, and Katie all at once and was holding her own, fighting all three to a standstill.
Ashley manages to catch one of Sariel’s arms when she throws a bunch and holds her arm, giving Katie a free shot and Katie spins into a roundhouse meant to take Sara in the face only for her leg to stop dead just before it reaches her.
Held in the grip of Josie’s hand.
Josie holds the leg up, standing Katie in a near vertical split, and sees movement to her side. Dean up to a knee and sprinting forward. Bridal grins and grabs the ankle with both hands, turning pulling Katie with her and off her feet completely. At the end of her swing, she’s swinging Katie around as if the girl weighed nothing, and to someone of Josie’s size? She didn’t.
Katie connects with Dean's torso to face at full force with a bone-crunching thud. Josie releases Katie at the end of the throw, sending her into the bodies of Amanda and Hyperion as they come through the crowd. Dean on the other hand hits the ground chest firm, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, and eyes closed.
Unconscious or worse. . .
And then it happens. His eyes snap open vacant of all humanity. His hands plant into the cold concrete as he pushes himself up to a knee. In a kneeling crouch, Dean suddenly spreads his arms and lets out a shrieking scream.
Josie’s eyes shot over and a smile appeared on her lips.
“Hello, Wrath.” Josie purred. “Remiel!”
Josie turned without delay and engaged Ashley as Hana’s twin sister seemed to melt out of the crowd and put herself directly in the field of view of The Sins. It let out a panting snort as she turned and sprinted into the crowd.
Like a bull charging after a cowboy, The Sins take off after her. When It reaches every person just trying to avoid the fight it shoves them out of its way, shoving a tiny brunette woman so hard she hits the bar and flies over it.
Remiel, however, slips between the people keeping ahead of It as it charges her toward the exit. Remiel makes a beeline for the door as it comes into view with the screaming creature behind her and closing fast but as she reaches it it slams shut.
Hana steps through the crowd, her hand on the door and staring at her sister. When she sees the thing coming through the crowd, throwing people this way and that out of its way, she plants a foot into her sister's side and shoves out of instinct.
The Sins hits the door instead of Remiel and slams his fist off it. It wheels around on Hana, a look of pure rage and hate on every line of Dean’s usually calm and loving face.
“𝕎ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 𝕀𝕊 𝕊ℍ𝔼?!”
The Sins turned and scanned the room, looking for his target but found nothing but the people that had been enjoying the club. The creature stood there, breathing through ragged panting breaths, and then let out another of those deep, hate-filled screams.
The eyes narrowed on the people, the look becoming dangerous, even predatory as Wrath continued to burn hotter in his veins. He took that one final step toward them, about to turn them into confetti when a figure seemed to come out of the crowd. Someone everyone had all but forgotten was here.
Someone the enemy didn’t know about for now. Zachary Sears.
“Not another step.” The Talent Director warned him.
He stepped in front of the beast of a man and stretched his arms out. Wrath’s eyes dart down to him and the tattooed arm comes up without warning, taking him by the throat. The fingers gripping like tiny little vices as a growl of warning left his throat.
Zachary, however, didn’t flinch. He looked up into the face he knew so well. A face he honestly loved as if he was part of his family… because to Zachary, he was.
“... You won’t hurt me, brother.”
Wrath blinked. For a moment, it was simply confusion… and then he was standing somewhere else. In a hallway he had never seen before. Or had he? A beautiful woman was looking up at him. Love and trust radiated from her beautiful eyes as they leaked tears. The face of a woman he loved more than his own soul.
“... You won’t hurt me, Mein Liebe…”
The fingers slowly relaxed for a second. For no more than the fraction of a second, Zach could see it in his face. The sadness… and oh… God, the pain.
Dean remembered.
A tear grew in his eye as it washed over him… and then as quickly as it appeared… it was gone. Back behind the wall. However, It did release Zachary, who took a step back and breathed slowly.
“... Es tut mir Leid…”
Hana opened her hands as if to say she didn’t know what happened, but Its head snapped around to find Hana and found nothing. Panting deep breaths through its nose, it looked back to find Amanda and Riley, Riley’s face bloody, helping the groaning Katie up.
Ashley and Silk were leaning on the bar as if they had been kicked into it and were pulling themselves back up.
Sariel, Ramiel, and Josie seemed to be gone.
“The hell was that about?” Atlas groaned and touched the small of his back.
“And why would they leave?” Amanda asked as she let Katie lean on her shoulder.
“....Especially after kicking all of our asses?”
“They couldn’t….” Ashley began and spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor. “...Keep that up forever. Not against all of us.”
“Then why?” Cronos asked.
“...They wanted to separate him,” Hana told the group as she walked up beside the panting Sins. “My sister was trying to lead him outside.”
“... a trap…” Zachary muttered under his breath.
“... Let’s go,” Ashley told everyone. “That’s enough fun for today… I want to check on Dani.”
Location: Manhattan
Time: The following night around 10 PM
The residents within Jessica’s Manhattan luxury apartment had recovered from the strange events of the day before. Had they talked? Had things been figured out? There was no way to tell. However, everything was quiet as Jessica’s bare feet padded across the carpet.
The events of the day before still plagued her, but she needed to be able to live her life. She had children. A boyfriend. A life. It went on regardless of what she had seen.
Creeping to the first door down the hallway, she paused and listened. Only silence came from beyond the door. Pushing her palm against the door she gently eased it back and peeked inside.
The curtains of her children’s bedroom were open, revealing a room that was half Sailor Moon and video games and half Dinosaurs and little toy cars. The curtains on the far side of the room were slightly parted allowing the moonlight to shine in. The room was also slightly illuminated by a pair of nightlights near a bunk bed. One Sailor Moon and One T-Rex… because of course they were.
Seeing her children sleeping peacefully, a smile formed on the blonde woman’s lips. But something was wrong. Her nose suddenly wrinkled as the foul odor hit her. Copper and wet hair.
Blood.
She took a step into the room and heard the soft whimpers. Her ten-year-old furry companion Daryl had taken to sleeping with the children, but she couldn’t see him.
“Daryl?” She whispered, trying to shake away the smell. “Daryl, honey?”
The whimper came again and she crouched down and saw the dog cowering under the bed, shaking in blind terror.
“...Dar…”
Before she could finish even the word, she heard it.
The snarl.
Jessica froze, only her eyes moving until they came to one corner of the room on the right side of the door, and she could make out the shadow of something as big as a deer. Thick powerful shoulders with its head down and black, empty eyes staring at her.
Slowly, her head turned and looked to the left side of the door and she made out a second one standing perfectly still in the other corner. Shoulders hunched as if ready to pounce.
Only one thought came over her.
My children. I have to get my children out!
Before she could spring into action, a figure moving directly in front of her caught her attention. It leaned into the moonlight showing a face covered in red, green, and black. A face painted expertly.
“...Maiko-chan?”
But as she looked into that face, she saw no friendship. No warmth, and when she smiled? There was only predatory glee, and a chill ran down Jessica’s spine.
Asmodeus.
“Hello, my dear.” The painted woman said with the faintest little giggle. “It’s been a long time. Don’t mind my little pets. They won’t rip you to shreds… unless I command it.”
Jessica’s body language slowly calmed, but she said nothing. She looked back and forth from the woman to the children sleeping only two feet away. Asmodeus looked over at her glance and then back at Jessica. Her eerie grin reappeared… and it may have been a trick of the light, but it looked…much too big. Too wide. Too many teeth.
“Purrfectly safe.” Asmodeus assured her. “You see what I did there? Purrfectly? Hehehehee. Anywhose. I am here to give you a message. A final message.”
Asmodeus slowly pushed herself from the chair and stepped fully into the moonlight. She was wearing a beautiful sundress of gold and red. Like fire.
“Go back,” Asmodeus told her as she stepped closer. “Go back to Japan. Tomorrow. Pack everything, take your children, and your… replacement… Run back to the Land of the Rising Sun. I promise there is nothing for you here. What is dead… shall be dead. I’ll see to it with my own hands.”
“. . .”
The Eternal Paladin couldn’t find anything to say. Her body tensed up, her eyes focused, and her eyebrows furrowed. Beyond that, there was no other reaction.
“Good.” The painted woman whispered with glee. To her, Jessica understood. She reached out and, to her credit, Jessica didn’t flinch. No fear. Only rage in her eyes as Asmodeus gently slapped her hand on Jessica’s cheek mockingly. “Good puppy.”
Then, as if to give one last little stab, knowing how much Jessica loved the nerd culture, Asmodeus walked around her… and began singing softly under her breath as the Hounds came out of the corners to fall in behind her.
"Ah Da… Da Da Da Da
La Da… Da Da Da
Ah Da… Da Da Da Da
Ah Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da"
Like a little lullaby from the beautiful lips of the demoness… and then there was silence. Jessica didn’t move for a few moments before turning and looking behind her. She saw nothing but an empty hallway.
As if Asmodeus and the Hounds had simply… vanished.
“... Scheiße.”
"We bout to have a party.
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started.
(Go ahead and shake yo butt.)
I'm looking for a girl with a body and a sexy strut.
You wanna get it poppin? Baby step right up."
