As the dimensionally displaced imp known as Vengeful Flame bounced painfully through the teleportation system of Paragon, he was, to put it slightly,
displeased. More specifically, he was discovering new kinds of profanity in languages that mere mortals had yet to comprehend.
"#(%&)@!@$! @$)@)#(!%#!^& @)$)%)ing bitch! I'll @%(#)_@ @()#@#! tear her !@*($@))%$ heart out! I'll @($)@!#*( *@#)!_#%^ing eat the thing
in front of her @($@)I!( (@)@_!ing golem! Nobody tries to do that shit to me! Nobody!"
As he said this, he noted that his spiral through the teleportational grid had slowed to a stop. Entities unused to hopping planes of existence would find it
rather unnoticeable, but to an imp like Vengey, the difference was immediately noticeable. And only a few things had the possibility to not simply redirect
him, but stop the teleportation in mid-beam. None of which filled him with any confidence.
Which was when he caught sight of a figure which, if he'd been in any corporeal form at the moment, would have caused him to "shit his pants", as
the phrase went.
The figure ahead of him was dressed in a sharp black business suit, a small PDA protruding from one pocket and the impression of a cell phone visible in
another. The snazzy black sunglasses that he wore similarly seemed to have dozens of various holographic images flitting back and forth along them even as
Vengey was very sure that the being was aware of him just fine. However, the frightening points were the scars, hanging skin, and various bolted in pieces of
cyberware that peppered the figure's duskily dark skin. That kind of Celestial form belonged only to one particular type of demon, the Habbalites, and the
level of sophistication and self-experimentation that they implied belonged to only one Habbalite in particular.
"Dre-...er....Archangel Vapula.....I'm....honored by your presence," Vengey lied desperately, trying to resist his celestial form's intent to
break out in a foul cold sweat.
Vapula smiled slightly as he looked over the imp, pulling out his PDA and poking at a few things.
"Vengefarius, what am I to do with you? I mean, really, it's quite embarassing. You've failed so
spectacularly that mere mortals are getting the best of you. If you weren't Celestial, you'd be a drooling idiot with less brain cells to rub together
than a particularly dim slug," he said, frowning just as suddenly.
"Er, sir...even if I did....shouldn't Prince Andreaphlus or...um....Prince Kobal be here?"
"Well, I suppose they should, in theory," Vapula nodded. "However, while Andre' would probably tell
you to go find a few mortals to assault and call it good, Kobal's agreed with me that we can't let you off the hook this time."
The temperature of the conduit involved dropped several degrees as Vengey swallowed.
"Of course, I could just destroy you, but that'd be wasteful. There's still a chance you might help the Cause eventually, Vengefarius. So, for
that particular reason, I'm not going to scatter your Essence to the far corners of Creation."
While this was, presumably, good news, Vengey was not particularly reassured. "So...um...what are my new orders...sir?"
"Well, simply put, Kobal and I dug up a new job for which you're particularly suited," Vapula smiled. "Have you ever wondered why Technology
attracts so many demons from so many Bands, Vengefarius?"
"...why is that, sir?" Vengey asked, knowing that answering incorrectly would've possibly cost him what little mercy Vapula'd decided to show
him already...which only made the Habbalite's satisfied grin even more frightening.
"Well, even the most brutal Shedite can appreciate what happens when a piece of Technology fails in a spectacularly horrific way," Vapula answered as he tapped in a few commands on his PDA with a smirk.
***
In the Steel Canyon Medical Center, the mainframe for the medicomm system flickered for a split second, as the code...twitched....scrambling one particular
beam in. The twisted mass that emerged from the teleporter was what someone could only barely suggest was once humanoid, a nurse screaming as the bleeding,
organic mess that was somehow still alive collapsed out of the teleportation grid.
Simultaneously, the police drones protecting the hospital tipped over, smoking, as a group of groaning animated cadavers charged in the front door. Making
their way through the hospital with single-minded dedication to a goal, they entered the teleport room and removed the gurgling organic looking mass,
retreating out of the hospital just as quickly. The Meat Doctors wanted this particular sample back as soon as possible....
***
"I really must thank you for agreeing to help me overrule Andreaphlus on this. One can only do so many experiments on the undeserving before questions are
asked...." Vapula smiled.
"Of course," the short somewhat pudgy form of Kobal responded. "He fucked up big time. We had to do something. And...well....it was just too
damn funny to pass up," the Impudite cackled.
"Truly a fitting Punishment indeed," Vapula nodded.
***
"Query: How may I be of assistance?"
The metallic voice is of the silicon circuitry that controls his body now, not his own. But he still hears it.
"Hmm....."
The voice is simple enough to discern. Braende, a member of the Legendary. Easy on the eyes, and easier on the mind....two things that what little is left of
him no longer has to draw upon.
"Query: How may I be of assistance?"
There's just enough left of him to recognize the burst of flames that usually imply that the flame based heroine has changed her outfit. Just enough sound
input to guesstimate at the view his body has that he has no access to now.
"Query: If this unit may not be of assistance, may this unit return to it's designated charging station?"
So close, the possibilities so infinite, and yet the shackles that bind what little is left of his Essence and being to this metallic monstrosity prevent him
from acting on them. He is a blind man that remembers what it was like to see. He is a creature of the flesh that remembers what it was like to lust after
another plaything. He is no longer capable of doing either, and as the cybernetic body of Vengeful Flame plugs itself into its charging station and shuts down
into sleep mode, what little is left of what might be called the imp Vengefarius screams in fury and insanity at the torture heaped upon it.
***
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
displeased. More specifically, he was discovering new kinds of profanity in languages that mere mortals had yet to comprehend.
"#(%&)@!@$! @$)@)#(!%#!^& @)$)%)ing bitch! I'll @%(#)_@ @()#@#! tear her !@*($@))%$ heart out! I'll @($)@!#*( *@#)!_#%^ing eat the thing
in front of her @($@)I!( (@)@_!ing golem! Nobody tries to do that shit to me! Nobody!"
As he said this, he noted that his spiral through the teleportational grid had slowed to a stop. Entities unused to hopping planes of existence would find it
rather unnoticeable, but to an imp like Vengey, the difference was immediately noticeable. And only a few things had the possibility to not simply redirect
him, but stop the teleportation in mid-beam. None of which filled him with any confidence.
Which was when he caught sight of a figure which, if he'd been in any corporeal form at the moment, would have caused him to "shit his pants", as
the phrase went.
The figure ahead of him was dressed in a sharp black business suit, a small PDA protruding from one pocket and the impression of a cell phone visible in
another. The snazzy black sunglasses that he wore similarly seemed to have dozens of various holographic images flitting back and forth along them even as
Vengey was very sure that the being was aware of him just fine. However, the frightening points were the scars, hanging skin, and various bolted in pieces of
cyberware that peppered the figure's duskily dark skin. That kind of Celestial form belonged only to one particular type of demon, the Habbalites, and the
level of sophistication and self-experimentation that they implied belonged to only one Habbalite in particular.
"Dre-...er....Archangel Vapula.....I'm....honored by your presence," Vengey lied desperately, trying to resist his celestial form's intent to
break out in a foul cold sweat.
Vapula smiled slightly as he looked over the imp, pulling out his PDA and poking at a few things.
"Vengefarius, what am I to do with you? I mean, really, it's quite embarassing. You've failed so
spectacularly that mere mortals are getting the best of you. If you weren't Celestial, you'd be a drooling idiot with less brain cells to rub together
than a particularly dim slug," he said, frowning just as suddenly.
"Er, sir...even if I did....shouldn't Prince Andreaphlus or...um....Prince Kobal be here?"
"Well, I suppose they should, in theory," Vapula nodded. "However, while Andre' would probably tell
you to go find a few mortals to assault and call it good, Kobal's agreed with me that we can't let you off the hook this time."
The temperature of the conduit involved dropped several degrees as Vengey swallowed.
"Of course, I could just destroy you, but that'd be wasteful. There's still a chance you might help the Cause eventually, Vengefarius. So, for
that particular reason, I'm not going to scatter your Essence to the far corners of Creation."
While this was, presumably, good news, Vengey was not particularly reassured. "So...um...what are my new orders...sir?"
"Well, simply put, Kobal and I dug up a new job for which you're particularly suited," Vapula smiled. "Have you ever wondered why Technology
attracts so many demons from so many Bands, Vengefarius?"
"...why is that, sir?" Vengey asked, knowing that answering incorrectly would've possibly cost him what little mercy Vapula'd decided to show
him already...which only made the Habbalite's satisfied grin even more frightening.
"Well, even the most brutal Shedite can appreciate what happens when a piece of Technology fails in a spectacularly horrific way," Vapula answered as he tapped in a few commands on his PDA with a smirk.
***
In the Steel Canyon Medical Center, the mainframe for the medicomm system flickered for a split second, as the code...twitched....scrambling one particular
beam in. The twisted mass that emerged from the teleporter was what someone could only barely suggest was once humanoid, a nurse screaming as the bleeding,
organic mess that was somehow still alive collapsed out of the teleportation grid.
Simultaneously, the police drones protecting the hospital tipped over, smoking, as a group of groaning animated cadavers charged in the front door. Making
their way through the hospital with single-minded dedication to a goal, they entered the teleport room and removed the gurgling organic looking mass,
retreating out of the hospital just as quickly. The Meat Doctors wanted this particular sample back as soon as possible....
***
"I really must thank you for agreeing to help me overrule Andreaphlus on this. One can only do so many experiments on the undeserving before questions are
asked...." Vapula smiled.
"Of course," the short somewhat pudgy form of Kobal responded. "He fucked up big time. We had to do something. And...well....it was just too
damn funny to pass up," the Impudite cackled.
"Truly a fitting Punishment indeed," Vapula nodded.
***
"Query: How may I be of assistance?"
The metallic voice is of the silicon circuitry that controls his body now, not his own. But he still hears it.
"Hmm....."
The voice is simple enough to discern. Braende, a member of the Legendary. Easy on the eyes, and easier on the mind....two things that what little is left of
him no longer has to draw upon.
"Query: How may I be of assistance?"
There's just enough left of him to recognize the burst of flames that usually imply that the flame based heroine has changed her outfit. Just enough sound
input to guesstimate at the view his body has that he has no access to now.
"Query: If this unit may not be of assistance, may this unit return to it's designated charging station?"
So close, the possibilities so infinite, and yet the shackles that bind what little is left of his Essence and being to this metallic monstrosity prevent him
from acting on them. He is a blind man that remembers what it was like to see. He is a creature of the flesh that remembers what it was like to lust after
another plaything. He is no longer capable of doing either, and as the cybernetic body of Vengeful Flame plugs itself into its charging station and shuts down
into sleep mode, what little is left of what might be called the imp Vengefarius screams in fury and insanity at the torture heaped upon it.
***
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."