Honeymoon In Hell

[Desman Black]

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When the screaming neon green ball impacted Black Ash the most important thing to note was that it did not kill him. It exploded into something between acid and flames. It surrounded his body completely and threatened to erase him entirely. It was probably the fact that he was two primes that saved him from death, or maybe it wasn’t mercy at all. Because as soon as the flames were out and he dared to look, he was face to face with the quadruped once more, the mouth closing around his head and attempting to crush it.

He could feel the bottom teeth taking a bite out of his Adam’s apple, but his horns have caught the upper jaw from biting through entirely. If this was also mercy via his prime status or just more blind luck delaying the inevitable it was unclear as that was not the end just yet.

They plunged towards the earth, Black Ash trapped in the jaws of his enemy and his sleeves depleted of all tricks… He could no longer deny his fate, but he sure as hell would not sit idly by and wait for death to come. Resistance was futile for certain, but Ash would not allow him to roll over.

Neon green slime drooled across his face, forcing Black Ash to close his eyes. A second later, which felt like several, the undead creature let go of his head but continued to ride his body a moment more until they’ve met solid ground. There were a series of breaks that he was very conscious of, all of them happening at once and yet he could sense they happened separately. Then a moment later whiplash happened, his horns protecting his skull in the most minimalistic way as they snapped clear in half before the red demon’s skull collapsed under the grave weight of gravity. In hindsight, this was likely to happen at least once given Ash’s main mode of transportation.

Multiple breaks caused internal damage so great that it did not surprise anyone that the fallen demon had turned into a bloody mess with broken bones spearing through the flesh and fabric. Hot crimson liquid dyed the gold and tan silk of his kimono as well as the sands beneath him. The fused warrior had lost, and was no more…

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Neujmin was a wall of steel despite his shock of what actually happened.. He forced himself to stare coldly at the remains of his fighter as the largest of the opponents picked Black Ash’s corpse up by a leg, which dangled for a moment before the muscles snapped free and the body face planted into the earth once more. Or what was left of the face… He inhaled sharply and let the air escape his nose, his mane of black hair being blown back…

He could see out of the corner of his peripheral that the chainsaw, hook, and dagger turned to omnilium before vanishing completely in a rainbow of lights. Their master gone for a week’s time, but the weapons would be ready to serve once they two have resurrected... None of that mattered currently, however, as he heard the weighted steps of this fight’s winner approaching from behind.

“Don’t be too broken up about this, Neujmin.” A voice of darkness hissed from behind. Like the words themselves were shadows.. “By now… This same song and dance shouldn’t surprise you.” There was a cocky chuckle. “After all, I always win.” He taunted, before leaving the broken ring leader to his pieceless chessboard. “Good luck scraping the barrel again.” He continued, finally leaving Neujmin to himself.

Perhaps to grieve the loss of his prized worrier…

Back to the drawing board indeed...b

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