Warehouse Kerfuffle

YESTERDAY.....AROUND 3:25 AM TO BE EXACT. 

Sazael waltzes in on his two underlings with a big deranged grin. The bags under his eyes apparent, he would be dead asleep by this time, clutching his empty beer like a lifeline. He had successfully obtained the masterpiece that would complete his vengeance. A drawstring bag full of Buztikal clutch tightly in his fist. His eyes roamed over the area, half-expecting some form of approval from the people he was forced to work with.

The Four-armed demon swordsman sat on the ground, his arms crossed together. Seemingly in deep meditation as the druid slept in a comfortable sleeping bag, a half-empty bottle of whiskey by her as she snores softly.

"Lazy as hell, but that to be expected of the lower races." He thought with a smile, the once simmering rage replaced with a serene jubilation. He did a little jig, his mind racing as he imagined Hera's reaction, her crying and anguished face. Oh how she would cried and beg for them to stop tormenting her. How he misses the pass time of putting that little abomination to mankind in her place. Those ugly soft eyes of her looking up at him in fear

He look down at his pants, he had a full blown erection that was leaking. He got embarrassed and-

"No, no, no why should i be embarrassed?" He said to himself, manic with excitement. 

"She finally going to get retribution for what she has done to me, her and that fucking Succubus WHORE!!!" He violently yelled, kicking the whiskey bottle to the wall and watch it shatter brilliantly. 

The Druid wakes up after hearing yelling and glass shattering, she drew her long dagger which was upside down, she hazily look to the broken whiskey bottle. She stared for a moment. And like that she was on him.

"SAZAEL YOU MOTHER-" The words died in her throat as she saw himself stroking his crotch, his eyes rolled over, murmuring Hera's name over and over in a hateful chant.

She slowly went back into her sleeping bag, silently wishing she had stole that black magical square that can capture the likeness of a person in the moment. 

"Good thing i did indeed do exactly that." She thought with a smug and sinister grin as she grabbed the camera and took silent pictures of Sazael who was in a trance, the front of his pants had a wet spot on it as he cursed Hera's name over and over as he rubbed his frustration. 

The Four Armed Demon Swordsman just continue meditating, ignoring the degenerate fantasies of his so called leader as he continue looking for inner peace.

"HEEEEEERAA!!!" Sazael roared with a final shudder before collapsing to his knees in shameful bliss. He couldn't see clearly anymore, the thoughts of Hera's torment propelling him forwards. He pay no mind to the two as he went through with the next steps of his plans. 

With a low and soothing whistle, the masterpiece which he had cloaked made it way quietly up the walls and rested comfortably on the ceiling.

He giggled with delight, ignoring the pool forming in his underwear.

"Welcome, the one called Slayer and Hera, The enemy of my leader. We're glad that you two made it here." The four-armed Swordsman told them peacefully. Hera was taken aback but decided to repay his politeness.

"Thank you. What is your name?" Hera asked, the tone of genuine curiosity catching him off guard. 

"Kantan. I would say it a pleasure...but considering the circumstances i imagine you feel differently." Katan said with surprising sympathy.

Hera nodded, very surprised at how civil this was starting out as The Slayer pulled out his sword, already sensing bullshit.

"I wish we was meeting under better circumstances, you don't seem bad." Hera said with a smile, reading the swordsman's aura, it was a normal green. He was at peace within himself.

"Yes, I can see that you're also a demon as well. Or at least half-demon. And half-angel too?

"Look, i didn't kill your spiders, i just smashed the tanks. I can't stand to hurt these little creatures, they so good-"

"At pest control!" Both the druid and Hera said at the same time, they look at each other and laughed a little.

"Thank you, i really appreciate it. But how did Sazael not-Oh wait he never was one to check his work." Hera said, recalling with annoyance at the times she was forced by his cronies to check over his homework and found many mistakes.

"You're alright." The Druid complimented with a smirk.

"What is your name?" Hera asked with a big smile. The Slayer shakes his head.

"Name's Yamilo, nice to meet you." She greeted Hera, as long as she had the money, everything was going to turn out alright.

"Hell even if you didn't, i probably just let you take your little friend, fuck Sazael." Yamilo thought before another thought piledrive itself into her head.

"Hera...you work for Devilla, right?" Yamilo said with a sinking heart and rising anger at her so called Boss.

Hera saw her aura become a stark yellow. The Color of pure fear.

"Yes but don't worry! You will be not be harmed. In fact, i think Devilla could bless you both for working against Sazael." Hera told them both with a gentle smile that could comfort the coldest bastard.

"She getting too attached." The Slayer thought to himself as he eyed his surroundings, the warehouse was practically bathed in shadows, too many dark corners. There was a walkway above them, easy enough for other opposition to hide there with no lights. The only light source came from the lamp that the Druid set up not too far from them.

The Slayer took out his sword, something that didn't go unnoticed by the two reluctant henchmen.

"Hey now, let keep this peaceful. We don't like our perverted boss as much as you two do." Yamilo placated the Slayer.

"I sense great sorrow from you." Kantan told The Slayer with sympathy.

The Slayer stood there, saying nothing. He held the handle tightly. He felt her head resting on his shoulders, her long and curly hair smelling of honeydew. Telling him that they can be trusted.

"Pervert?" Hera questioned, becoming angry at the thought of Sazael assaulting people under his employ.

"Yeah. He was stroking his dick while saying your name over and over. He broke my whiskey bottle too the asshole." Yamilo said with a sadistic grin.

The Slayer stopped his analysis and just did a whole double take. 

Hera just stare, wide-eyed. 

She could have sworn she heard Furiosa cursed under her breath. She could almost hear her cracking her knuckles.

"Fucking bastard..." Furiosa seethed in her mind as she look for Bertraim. Her grip tightening around the handle of the electrified baseball bat. 

"I-i...don't know what to say to that." Hera muttered.

"I got some of that moment captured on this magical black box if you interested. Me and the crew been laughing at it all day." She said showing the photos of Sazael stroking himself and the huge wet spot on his pants after. 

To say Hera wanted to vomit was a understatement. To say that she wanted to take these photos and post them all over the walls in every town to humiliate him like he did her is something she didn't want to admit to herself.

"No thank you." Hera said with a polite smile.

Furiosa roamed around in the area, she saw two extra minions on the rafters holding a big bag of what appeared to be....

"Oh shit i know what that is!" Furiosa thought to herself in surprise which quickly morphed into a bizarre mix between Nostalgia and Anger.

"Buztikal? I used to smoke that all the time." Furiosa thought as she got closer to the goons, she wanted to make sure her suspicions was correct. 

"Holy shit, is that the one with dark purple spots? Damn i remember having one extremely bad trip when i brought the wrong bag." Furiosa recalled as she shuddered at the hallucinogenic memories of Hera in a nun outfit tearing her down bit by bit. 

She got a little farther from them just so she can avoid contact with these goons. They were discussing the plan that was set in motion by Sazael.

"Alright so that whiny bastard wants us to burn this and use DaerposRia to make sure Buztikal is spread throughout the area-" The first one who was a reanimated skeleton with some armor wearing a bandana with the logo of Sazael's gang shoddily drawn on with paint explained before the other goon interrupted. 

"Wait aren't his top two down there? Should we give them some type of warning?" The elf asked, he was wearing a simple black t-shirt and trousers.

"Oh yeah. He said and I'm quoting from the source. 'Fuck them, let them suffer.' His words." The Skeleton quoted.

"Fuck that, those guys down there are our friends. Even if we don't hang out much outside work." The elf said with disgust.

"To be honest, i don't really feel like doing that either. He so awful, i mean i know we work in a mob organization but at least the Boss actually respect us." The Skeleton mused.

"Wow Sazael you're so bad at making people not want to betray you." Furiosa thought with a smirk, struggling not to laugh.

"Traitorous bastards." Sazael said behind them.

They didn't even flinch. Neither did Furiosa, although she was surprised at how fast he appeared. She flew over him and as he was about to verbally tear into them swung the baseball bat hard at his ribs. The feeling of his ribs breaking, the sizzling that made it way to her ears along with his pained screams? 

Priceless! Absolutely priceless!

Mmm, the smell of burning dirty hair calm the soul.

"Maybe instead of rubbing one out to my precious angel, you should have been preparing for this type of situation." Furiosa cooed in his ear. The venom in her calm voice made his holy blood run cold. 

Sazael thought of this sentence, he was angry at the fact that Furiosa got the jump on him. But more than that. He knew that druid was smirking at him for some reason and it pissed him off. He vaguely recalled her calling him a motherfucker as he broke her whiskey bottle-

"Shit...she saw...." Sazael thought embarrassed, but only for a moment. He wasn't embarrassed. No, no, no.....He realized how far he fell.

"Back in the day, the thought of even...touching myself would have never-" Sazael was interrupted from his epiphany as Furiosa crack the baseball bat again at his back, he screamed again and was brought to his knees. The electricity frying his nerves.

"ATTACK HER!!!" He screamed at the two nameless goons.

"What our names?" The Skeleton asked, the other goon look at his comrade and smiled.

"IT DON'T FUCKING MATTER, ATTACK HER YOU LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHING BACKGROUND WORMS!!!!!" Sazael screeched at the top of his lungs, becoming unhinged.

Hera on the ground was worried, about Furiosa and the fact that Sazael pained screams that was undoubtedly making her happy to a disturbing degree. 

Slayer wonders if he was even needed at this point.

"Where is my angel's best friend Bertraim?" Furiosa asked him calmly, still invisible. Sazael can slowly feel her willpower overtaking his own. That a succubus for you. But a angel willpower should far exceed that of a low born whore like her.

So why is he falling to his knees?

"Come on Sazael, be a good boy-" Furiosa murmured and he felt his heart drop.

"No." Sazael thought as he felt not in control of his own thoughts at this point. He was struggling against Furiosa's overbearing influence. The true location of where he hid that disgusting creature walking towards his chapped lips.

He remembered his father smacking the pure spit out of him when he found out about him being expelled from EizenGarte. The look of disgust that his own mother have when she found out about his misdeeds is something that was burned into his very being. How he was kicked out from his home and disowned on the spot. The days of toiling under The Boss and his untalented bitch wife. Nobody respected him, nobody gave a damn that he was once a honor student. None of his old friends even asked about him, when he saw that one girl who was part of his clique one day when out and about in town, she simply told him to never show his face around her again.

"What?" He remembered himself asking.

"Don't ever come near me again." She said firmly, holding her ground like she should have back then.

"Don't do this to me Ketali!" He said, his voice rising against his will as she stared him down.

He grabbed hold of her arm harshly and pushed her against the wall, pining her there.

"You seem to forget your place. Don't worry i remind-" Sazael didn't get to finish his threatening statement as her boyfriend came and smashed his head against the wall. The sheer pain of his skull hitting the concrete didn't hurt as bad as his pride did. But getting a sharp kick to the ribs multiple times. Before getting a devastating blow to his testicles from Ketali.

"You alright baby?" Some pretty boy said-

"Is...that a fucking demon..." Sazael last thought before he passed out from the pain.

"I'm fine. Thank you." Ketali said gratefully, kissing the ashen skinned man with two antler horns poking out his head.

When he awoke, he was still on the ground. It was raining, he was by himself. 

All alone.

The walk back to his crappy apartment was the longest walk of his life.

"I have fallen..." He said to himself. Finally admitting the truth that he tried so hard to run from for the past two years.

"But i can rise again." He muttered. Him being slowly fried by electricity didn't matter any more.

Sazael had a unsettling grin on his face. Furiosa was about to swing on this bastard again. 

He doesn't care if he dies, because it a foolish notion.

"I am a angel." He thought to himself. This one line rejuvenating him.

"Betraim? That disgusting creature is perfectly fine." Sazael said as he leapt forward with a agonizing scream, the electrified bat ripping out a piece of his flesh but he was free. He felt a surge of energy sprang forth from once defeated soul. 

"Sanctus murus ultionis!!!" He roared as a beautiful bright light enveloped him as Furiosa and the two goons was knocked off the walkway. A searing pain made it way throughout their nervous systems. Furiosa couldn't keep up the invisibility spell and she could barely even unleash her wings as her sights blurred.

Sazael took the drawstring bag and opened it. He used a low-level magic technique to grab all of the purple-dotted leaves, the pain being replaced by mania. His hands glowing brightly as he jumped off the walk way. He said a simple spell, one that a maid would use to make the house smell wonderful. And other more recreational uses. 

"ardenti ventus propagationem!!!!" He yelled as the bundles of Buztikal burned brilliantly, He used another spell to place a barrier around himself to keep the dangerous fumes out of his highly superior lungs.

"OH THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Yamilo yelled enraged at the endangerment of her friend Kantan and her potential new friend Hera. But she was not surprised, she was of course immune to the effects of this strand of Buztikal.

Hera watched as the love of her life fall, the one who saved her from despair, her best friend.

Hera ran and ran and with the quickness that could match Zylon activate a spell that just came to her from the depths of her soul.

"Leper Reirrab!" Hera screamed with all her might as she raised her hands toward the area Furiosa was rapidly descending to.

But something was off with her spell. She felt something being pulled from her hands no, her very being. She watch as what supposed to be a repelling barrier that can bounce anything that wasn't a attack from a God came out as something else.

A giant and bouncy web expanded sticking to one end of the factory walls to the next and The once falling succubus was now safely bouncing in the glowing web. 

"How was i able to do that?" Hera thought for a brief moment, she doesn't remember this spell but she will have to investigate that later. The skeleton bounced off the web and hit the wall. Collapsing into pieces.

"I'm okay!" The Skeleton said, laughing a little.

The elf landed on the web and bounced off as well.

"Sazael you utter insect!" The elf yelled at the rafters above.

"Don't compare him to those beautiful creatures!" Yamilo admonished the elf who nodded in agreement.

"Furiosa, are you hurt?" Hera asked in a panic.

Furiosa slowly opened her stinging eyes and saw Hera's worried face and smiled.

The more things change.

"My guardian angel." She said affectionately. 

"I'm going to destroy you in bed later tonight." Furiosa immediately told Hera which made the blonde woman's heart raced like crazy.

The more things stayed the same.

Blood started to leak from Furiosa's nose. Hera's eyes widen as she saw Sazael walking up to the web with a grin. His once disheveled look now clean and proper. She try to use her fireball spell but to her horror, nothing came out of her hands. A intoxicating smell invaded her nostrils as she felt her muscles tense up.

The Slayer had full confidence in Hera, he already knew she was going to save her. Now to deal with this bullshit. He hear something moving and he knew what it was. The aroma of the purple-dotted plants did nothing to him as both Hera and Furiosa started to feel tense and anxious.

"Oh no, crap,crap,crap-" Furiosa thought as she felt her reality shift once again. She saw Sazael about to hit Hera with the baseball bat from earlier. 

"SO YOU WANTED TO SEE YOUR DISGUSTING FRIEND, RIGHT?!?!" Sazael screeched at Hera, ignoring the Slayer rushing towards him. He snapped his fingers right before The Slayer punched him in the nose and send him flying towards the metal wall.

But by then it was too late as a skittering noise sent a chill up everyone sans Sazael and Slayer's spines.

The Motely group of unlikely allies look up to see a giant mutated spider descend upon them. Sazael laughs heartily as he spreads his arms wide.

"WELL HERE HE IS!!!!"