The Cry of Misha

Ru's fury surged within him like a tempest. He punched the ground, his knuckles turning white. His eyes blazed, and a quivering bellow escaped his lips. "You will pay for this!"

The gargantuan demon, though still at a distance, seemed to sense his fury. Its eyes, like erupting volcanoes, fixed on Ru. "Misha missed you, Padre," it said, its voice dripping with sadness.

Ru felt the name pierce his heart with a sharp edge. "Misha?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Misha missed you," the demon repeated, its tone innocent. "Why don't you come home?"

The gargantuan demon's words echoed in Ru's mind, a haunting melody of loss and longing.

"Misha..."

"Misha missed me."

The words echoed in Ru's mind, a haunting melody of longing. "I can't go home anymore," a voice within him replied, his heart pounding so violently that he groaned in pain.

Ru insisted on dealing with the pain. "This cannot happen. I'm not Almighty Ru." He shouted, "Stop it, Seneca!"

All the demons turned to face him at the same time. As the ground shook violently, howls and flames said the same thing as them: "Who dares to command our king?"

The only word that came out of Ru's mouth was, "Fuck!"

As he took a few steps back, two powerful hands grabbed him around the waist, halting him in his tracks.

Ru struggled, his screams echoing through the chaos. "What do you think you're doing? Let me go!"

"Calm down, young blood," a familiar but muffled voice said.

The cat lips of the plastic mask touched Ru's ear. From head to toe, Ru was terrified.

"Va-vampire?"

"Correction, Painter Jasper."

"Let go of me, you psycho!"

Ru struggled against Jasper's grip, his muscles straining. Frustration boiled within him, fueling a desperate plan. With a surge of adrenaline, Ru lifted his legs into the air, attempting a powerful press reminiscent of American wrestling techniques. He aimed to use his weight to knock Jasper backward.

He let out a guttural "Arghhhhh" with all his strength. But it was futile. Ru didn't even have the strength to move Jasper, let alone grab and throw him. The man was much heavier than he appeared.

Meanwhile, the gargantuan demon continued to gallop forward, crushing everything in its path. Its tail split the air. The sparks it rained down caused small fires. Its minions were surfing the waves of flame, swarming toward Ru, who disrespected their king.

Ru stomped and cursed, but Jasper wouldn't let him go. Then Amunet appeared and walked past them. A faint mist drifted from the hem of her floor-length leather cloak as she moved aesthetically on her heels.

Amunet took a deep breath and opened her dark blue eyes wide. As she took determined steps towards the gargantuan demon, magical whispers danced on her lips.

"Yrathana solendur."

As Amunet was covered in a magical purple mist, her features blurred and her body took on a ghostly appearance.

"Jasper, take Ru away and I'll handle everything else," she said firmly.

"Va bene," Jasper replied, picking up Ru, his grip tight and unrelenting.

"Let go of me, you bastard! What does that mean, va bene?" Ru demanded, his voice filled with fear and anger.

"Italian, alright," Jasper replied, his tone cold. With a sudden burst of speed, he shot into the air like an arrow, disappearing into the darkness.

Jasper's ascent was so rapid that Ru was left breathless. The cool night air rushed past him as the vampire's movements defied the laws of gravity. He swallowed hard, a mix of excitement and fear churning in his throat.

Jasper swiftly soared through the air, effortlessly maneuvering through the front of an apartment building. Clinging to him as if on a roller coaster, Ru could only marvel at the supernatural speed and grace of the vampire.

But the night was holding more than just the thrill of flight. Chaos reigned below.

The demon raged its way through the city, looming over the buildings like a terrifying nightmare. Flames erupted from its tail, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. The ground shook with each thundering step of its four hooves, crushing everything in its path. Civilians fled in panic, their cries lost in the chaos, as the city crumbled before the monstrous onslaught.

Caught between the adrenaline of flight and the horror below, Ru couldn't help but marvel at the surreal scene. The city seemed to crumble under the demon's presence. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the distant wail of sirens.

"Padre," the demon said over and over, its voice drowning out even the sirens.

Jasper, seemingly unfazed by the unfolding chaos, continued to maneuver through the air. He leaped between buildings with agile grace, soared over the tops of skyscrapers, and even defied gravity by walking on the vertical surfaces of structures.

Through all the commotion, Ru heard Amunet's voice, howling in the wind, echoing through the wide streets.

"Kyrrathor undolena."

The stars that appeared in the sky moved toward the purple clouds with Amunet at the center and lowered their light there, forming a pyramid shape.

Amunet breathed heavily. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and shouted the magical word "Zythramorph."

"Zythramorph! Zythramorph!"

Finally, the word became a never-ending scream. Amunet's jaw snapped, and hundreds of scarabs spewed from her torn mouth.

People caught between the demon and the sorceress, watching the stars grow in the sky, panicked. Cars crashed into each other, and sirens screamed endlessly.

As Amunet raised her hand to the sky, the stars responded to her command. The scarabs, whose countless numbers resembled a sea of black, began to move in unison, forming a magnificent structure known as the 'Dark Pyramid.'

The Dark Pyramid in construction was fully alive; there was incessant movement in every part of the structure. Amunet's voice echoed once more.

"Zyrramitha noveris!"

A ghostly hand rose from the top of the dark pyramid. In the center of the hand appeared the 'Eye of Amunet.' It was filled with dark blues.

The eye first looked up at the stars. It glowed with the light it absorbed from them. When it reached a blinding brightness, it looked at the demon and sent the light it had gathered at the demon.

The starlight hit the demon. This powerful attack created a sharp brightness all around.

People were blinded, perhaps even harmed. Amunet, like the demon, did not care about them.

Now, it was the demon's turn. It forcefully uprooted two lampposts and hurled them. Moreover, it sprinted and leaped with the agility of a thoroughbred, ready to tackle the tallest obstacle in the steeplechase. Upon landing, it balanced on two legs, pivoted, and struck the pyramid with its hoof, sending millions of scarabs into the air. Unsatisfied, it seared them with its tail.

Amunet struggled to keep the crumbling pyramid standing. Her body was dying fast, her soul trembling. But instead of protection, she recited an attack spell.

"Zyrramitha novenar!"

In the eye above the pyramid, a 'nightmare ball' black as pitch, solid as tar, and oily as oil formed and shot toward the demon. Infinite division and infinite reunion were the timeless logic of working the nightmare ball's principles. When it hit the demon's face, it disintegrated, smeared its torso, and flowed toward its feet.

The demon was quickly covered from head to toe in a black goo of unknown origin that smelled like burnt plastic, while the ground beneath it was also contaminated. The uncertainty flowing from the nightmare fluid coated and transformed the broken asphalt. The ground turned into a growing black hole. Bigger than a demon, this mouth-shaped thing with hundreds of double rows of teeth was a 'Truth Eater.'

The Truth Eater closed its mouth so tightly to nibble on the four legs of its ashen main course that the resulting clatter caused an earthquake in the city.

BARROOOMM!

The demon screamed in pain: "Padre! Don't do this! Don't punish us anymore! Please, Father! Misha is crying..."

Ru's heart reacted to these words. It was as if he was stabbed right in the middle.

"What... What is this?" Ru asked, unable to make sense of the pain he felt in his chest. He couldn't stop the tears from falling from his eyes.

Meanwhile, The Almighty Ru crashed to his knees in the crystal tower, his emerald eyes overflowing with black tears that stained his perfect skin. He clutched at his chest, the weight of his sorrow almost unbearable. "Do you love her so much?" he whispered, the question a mournful echo in the silent tower. "I wish you loved me like this, Seneca. I wish your hatred for me wasn't so deep..."