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Who Will Defend Us?
Manhattan
Central Park
April
1:26 pm
The portal from Limbo opened easily and without triggering the wards that warned those mystically sensitive of what was happening in the city. S'ym's erstwhile ally had seen to that. Not that S'ym trusted him further than he could throw him, but he had been truthful enough in what he could provide.
Other demons, made temporarily invisible, followed him out of the portal.
"You all know S'ym's plan," he said. "Raise hell out there. Make the humans panic. The more chaos we sow, the weaker our ally makes the barrier between dimensions. And when that happens, he says this world will belong to S'ym! And what's good for S'ym is good for all of you!"
The demons began to cheer.
S'ym puffed on his cigar. "But it's gonna take all of you doin' what we do best. Killin' folks, corruptin' this world, just like we done before. Only there ain't no X-Men here to stop us this time! No little Darkchylde to ruin things! This time... this world... will... be... OURS!"
The demons flew off, ready to raise hell.
Central Park
April
1:26 pm
The portal from Limbo opened easily and without triggering the wards that warned those mystically sensitive of what was happening in the city. S'ym's erstwhile ally had seen to that. Not that S'ym trusted him further than he could throw him, but he had been truthful enough in what he could provide.
Other demons, made temporarily invisible, followed him out of the portal.
"You all know S'ym's plan," he said. "Raise hell out there. Make the humans panic. The more chaos we sow, the weaker our ally makes the barrier between dimensions. And when that happens, he says this world will belong to S'ym! And what's good for S'ym is good for all of you!"
The demons began to cheer.
S'ym puffed on his cigar. "But it's gonna take all of you doin' what we do best. Killin' folks, corruptin' this world, just like we done before. Only there ain't no X-Men here to stop us this time! No little Darkchylde to ruin things! This time... this world... will... be... OURS!"
The demons flew off, ready to raise hell.
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"I keep gear for fighting monsters in the trunk of my car. Salt rock shot gun rounds, holy water, different kinds of blades.... The usual stuff. I hunt monsters in my spare time," Marion explains. "Anything ya think we'll need?"
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"So, as I'm sure you guys are aware, there're wacky hijinks going on, of the demonic, less-than-fun variety. We, ah, need to put a stop to it."
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"Você desgraçou minha vida," which sounded weird with his voice modulator making it come out in a bad French accent.
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Liza hopped off the back of the bronze bull, keeping a grip on the line around its neck.
"Down Bossy. Stay. Good demon."
The bull snorted and jerked on the line.
"I mean Bad Demon, bad! Who's a bad little demon? Yes, you are!"
She glared at it, letting it get a tiny glimpse of the far bigger, badder demon that she was bonded to, and that she would never have acknowledged if things weren't going to Hell around them. Maybe the invasion was affecting her own demonic heritage a little bit. The possessed bull immediately quieted, and made a sound that almost sounded like a moo.
She turned to Sofia. "So, what do we do to send them back?"
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"Better question. Who brought them here? We should find the one who brought them here, get them to send the demons back and then make sure they can't do it again." Tommy said.
The Rider was in the mood to destroy demons and Tommy was tired of being chased by animated landscape. It was time to get something done.
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"To answer the last question, well," Sofia hedged a bit. "My great-uncle, Dormammu." Realizing that not everyone there knew who Dormammu may have been, she quickly gave them the SparkNotes version and paused to let the information sink in. "He's connected to all of this, somehow. And yes, these demons do seem to be from Limbo." Which made Sofia question exactly how much power she had over the place that was supposed to be her dominion."
"We need to get past the barrier and basically send him the hell back to, well, his hell." Doing more would be better, but Sofia didn't have that sort of power. Not here. Not outside of Limbo. This was why she'd needed the help. She wasn't much with the supreme here.
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She took several quick breaths, trying not to hyperventilate again. "This can't possibly be real... this can't be real..."
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Then he held the possibly too fragile bag out to her. Maybe it could be her mystical totem to remember to breathe.
"If you need somezing mystical, I cannot help much," he told the brunette in charge. "But I can offer mobility to get ze people like ze swordswoman around."
He really needed to fix his modulator. He was tired of sounding like Pepe LePew.
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"Um...?"
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"Just don't shoot the big bad wolf, okay?"
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In the meantime, though, Sofia looked up at the sun. Okay. Total eclipse of the city.
She could do this, right?
She closed her eyes and concentrated, a stream of eldritch words coming to mind as she called up the proper darkness spell. Something to block out the sun's rays for an entire city.
It took Sofia a very long, silent moment in which she felt her great-uncle rumbling power nearby.
But there it was...a swirling darkness over the sun, and a gradual darkening of the sky.
Faux nighttime had been achieved, and Sofia was a little bit weaker for it.
Thank god she had backup.
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When the pentagram on his hand began to itch and then flare to life, he closed his eyes sadly and fell to his knees.
The others would see his hair start to fall out and his skin melting, exposing the bone beneath. Soon enough, the Ghost Rider stood with the group.
"Sorceress. Disable the shield and lead your team in. Leave the demons to me."
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Kassi checked the tip of her trident, just in case.
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She starts to toss her clothes aside. Her body is already starting the process of changing. There is loud snapping sounds coming from her arms.
Shifting isn't pretty.
"Hey. Kid?" That is directed at Frankie. "Use whatever you want?"
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If he hadn't been in a serious relationship, Vesper might have enjoyed the female to male ratio of the group.
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"That is pretty awesome," she agreed, throwing Marion's things into the pocket dimension.
Then she placed her hands upon the forcefield. "Valkyrie, Kassi, see what your weapons can do to this thing. Vesper, do you have anything hi-tech that can, I don't know, analyze the properties of this thing?"
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"That looks painful. Just remember, not all demons are that bad, are they, Bossy?"
She slapped the possessed bull on the flank. It made a dull ringing sound. She heard bones popping and cracking, and looked over at Marion.
"And that just sounds painful." She winced.
She retrieved her line from around "Bossy's" neck and walked closer to the forcefield. There wasn't a whole lot she could see that she could help with there.
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The sound of a motorcycle was heard above the din of the conversation and the Rider's hellish bike appeared, leaving a path of hellfire in its wake. Ghost Rider reached down into the side saddlebag of the bike and drew forth a spiked shotgun. He pumped it once and looked toward the shield but craned his head enough to speak to Liza.
"I have yet to meet a demon that didn't seek my destruction in short order. But you, granddaughter of Satan, are not my enemy. Your father is known to me and my host will need your help before the end." the Rider said.
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It was far more complex than something she was generally used to.
Joy.
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"His... he's on... he's a skeleton... on.. fire..."
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