nextgenerationmarvel | 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.

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The fire hydrant appeared to be snickering at her misfortune, readying another blast.

Sofia's mouth set into a grim line as she struggled to wrap a forcefield of angry red energy around the hydrant. Small streams of water leaked out here and there, but for the moment, it was contained.

She concentrated on turning the heat up on the forcefield - enough to boil and evaporate the water trapped inside of it.

The water began to surge against the force field and boil, until the hydrant turned red hot and began to melt.

Sofia, being more mystically inclined, would see a demon attempting to escape from the hydrant as it did.

"..." Well, that made things a bit easier. She tightened the forcefield, bringing it closer around the demon's form.

"Hello, disastrous one," Sofia said. "Where did you escape from?"

The demon squirmed under the grip. "No! No! I can't tell you! S'ym will kill me!"

"S'ym? Purpley-grey guy? Has a horn? Sometimes sports a vest? Refugee from Limbo? That S'ym?" Yeah, the guy's name definitely piqued Sofia's interest. Sofia tightened her grip. "Speak now or forever lose your peace, demonling."

The demon looked rather... stressed for a moment, weighing the possibility of S'ym killing him later compared to Sophia killing him right now.

"...He's in Central Park."

"..." Sofia pursed her lips thoughtfully.

And then she formed a leash and collar made of magic, latching it around the demonling's neck.

"C'mon, squirt. You're leading me to him."

The demon pouted.

"...this is embarrassing."

Sofia reached down and gently rubbed her knuckles over its craggy yet soft head. "I know. But this is infinitely more fun than vanquishing you."

The demon cursed in some demonic language, but started walking.

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