Meet the Demon Lord

Rasha roared, leaning forward and throwing out an arm to point toward Samael. Spittle was flying from his mouth as his army charged to meet the other demon's small little squadron. Most of us know who Samael is and what he looks like. Well... take and picture him in your mind. Rasha was another five feet onto him and looked very similar to a Minotaur but with the huge demon had a large medallion about his neck and a cape. His fur was a dull, sandy golden and his eyes were the tiny kind but with a hint of brown. When he wasn't Demon Lord, one of the two spiraling ram horns on the sides of his head had been broken about halfway but now it was to its former glory. He was large and scarred. He fought with two steel daggers that unsheathed and sheathed with the slightest movement (so Wolverine without the three blades) and he could put a hurting on you with them. He was a good fighter and actually pretty soft for a demon.

Yeah, Despair nickered to Death. Soft is definitely the word.

Of course, Death had also explained this to Anna and Goldling before Rasha and Samael had met head on during their war for Hell.

When the two demons met, there was a echoing crash that went all through Hell as the two collided. Samael had tried to use his hands to steer Rasha away in midair but, due to the real Demon Lord's bulk and strength, all Samael had really succeeded in was crushing both of his wrists as Rasha continued his insult forward. While Samael howled, Rasha was slamming his head into his chest, stabbing him with his horns, and throwing the smaller demon onto the ground. They hit the ground with another boom that rattled everything and everyone. It was pretty clear to see who was winning so far. Rasha had both of his fists and was relentlessly pounding them into Samael's face, his snarls and growls being drowned out by Samael's cries of pain. There was a bright orange flash and Rasha went flying back. The Demon Lord caught himself easily on his feet before he was up and standing, holding out both arms as he flicked his daggers into play. He seemed to have not noticed that he had crushed about three demons when he had slid back. Samael was panting out to the side, hurriedly trying to heal himself before Rasha began attacking him again.

"You coward!" Rasha snarled angrily. "Face me like a real demon would! What's wrong with you," he added when Samael didn't move. "Too scared to fight an old man?"

Samael's face twisted in anger as the orange symbols that he had been using to heal himself flickered out like lights. He growled as he took a step forward, swishing his kilt out of the way. "Hell no. I'm not scared of anything that has four limbs."

"Then you're mistaking." Rasha suddenly smiled, making Death glance at him. "I have six."

There was a gross, flesh-ripping noise as Rasha grunted and hunched over a little, his back jerking and moving like something was wrong. Samael took a step back, confusion lining his features as much as what Death was feeling. The ripping noise suddenly stopped and Rasha threw his head back, roaring out loud and now sporting four arms. This new set of arms looked worst than the ones that Rasha used on a regular basis; they were scarred and torn and burnt on numerous of places all through out the slime and blood covered fur. They were under his old set and veins popped up out of his skin when he flexed them almost warningly. Anna gagged a little beside Death and Despair, Goldling making a small whimpering noise as well. Rasha took a few steps back as if to gain his balance and then set his sights upon Samael again, a creepy smile on his face.

"Ew, is that natural?" Anna shivered, feeling her stomach reel and jerk inside of her.

"I have to admit that I have never ever seen him do that before," Death stated, placing a hand onto her shoulder and blinking a few times. "I had no idea that Rasha had more arms."

A demon was thrown solidly onto the ground before the pair of them before Strife came at the demon, kicking him square in the jaw with a roundhouse and then slamming his fist home into the demon's jaw, the snapping noise making Anna flinch a little. She had never been a fighter, but a healer and she had the greatest pair of hands that Death had ever known (for numerous reasons). Strife glanced up at them as the demon was standing and held out his hand toward Anna. "Gun," he ordered, ignoring the glare that Death shot him.

"Okay, okay, little man, here you go." Anna tossed her pistol to him and watched as he caught it easily to direct it right back to the demon, pressing the end right up against its forehead.

"Son of a bitch..." growled the demon as Strife cocked the pistol with his thumb slowly, letting it know that it's doom was coming.

Strife smiled, Death swore that he saw it behind that mask of his, and his arm jerked back a little when the recoil came after he pulled the trigger. The Horseman gently tossed Anna's pistol back at her, dusting his hands off. "I don't know how you work that thing," Strife exclaimed. "It has one hell of a kick to it but then again, I'm sure that you do too."

While Anna stood there for a minute, confused on what he had just said, Death rolled his eyes and signaled to Strife with a wave of his hand. Strife jerked his elbow back to nail another demon in the gut and turned around to knee it in the loins as hard as he possibly could. The demon screeched like a little girl as it fell down to the ground, holding itself as its jaw was slackly hitting its chest. Anna heard him smirk something about it being a boy before he broke its neck. "That," Death said as Strife was doing all of this and scaring Anna at the same time. "Is his way of adoring someone."

Anna knew that. She had known Strife ever since he was in third grade and then she started to stick around with Death's family. "Strife, where's Fury?"

He shrugged. "Why ask me?"

"Because you're her twin sister, dumb ass," Death smirked, his eyes roaming over the battlefield.

"Well thanks, sir-big-pain-in-the-ass," Strife retorted, kicking up some board that had been trapped up under the ash to hit a demon across his jaw. He was standing there still when he turned back to Death. "At least I'm fully dressed, unlike some people that I know."

Death was about to comment, let Strife really have it too, but then Anna smiled, pointing out past Rasha and Samael as magic and blood went flying. "I found her! She's out past the two demons."

"You sure that isn't Rebecca? She's just as good of a damn fighter as what Fury is."

Anna faltered. "Rebecca? Who's she supposed to be?"

"You mean the one of the twins from next door?" It took Death a little while before the name hit home. If he remembered correctly, Strife had the biggest crush on that girl.

Strife nodded and was about to answer when a weapon from one of the dying demons came flying and knocked his head, sending him into a flip. The second that he landed onto the ground, a metallic hand came into focus, its fingers gripping onto a demon's neck. It choked for a few seconds before Goldling began rearing in a flat out panic, making Anna try to calm her. Even Despair made a strange noise, taking a few skittish steps back in a hurried fashion. Anna blew her mare off after a little while and she watched as a cyborg, the first that she had ever seen before, took the last few steps forward, holding up yet another demon. It was screaming out in pain and fear as the cyborg only had him rise up the air. Then, with a growl, the cyborg slammed his half metal and half skin head into the screeching demon's head and crushed the two that he had in his hands together. Anna yelped a little, not helping but to be slightly disturbed when the two crushed soul's bodies crumpled down to the ground. Death felt both her slipping in behind him and then the demon's souls drift away.

With a frown, Strife kicked himself up, bending himself unnaturally before he made sure to kick another demon in the soft parts. When it didn't look like Strife wasn't going to say anything to the cyborg, it reached out with his metal hand palm up to half smile at him. "I get no thanks, hm? I was looking forward to any kind of apology that you were gonna offer me."

Death noted the robotic sound to the cyborg's speech as he let one of his hands drop down to his scythes. He didn't like this. But the cyborg did look familiar-well, the non-robot part of him anyway.

"I didn't need your help, Jonny!" Strife snapped, making sure to sneer that last part.

"Jonny?" Death asked, his mind already wrapping around the possibilities of who this was before him. The only person he could guess was Jonathan, the other twin that used to live next door to Death and his family before they wiped out all of the Nephilim. But his memory said that Jonathan hadn't ever been a cyborg.

But that would explain why Strife hadn't been surprised.

The half metal man bowed to the Horseman and his wife, a rather creepy smile on his face. "Yep. Jonathan the now Nephilim cyborg at your service."

"But you were dead," Death stated bluntly, unsure of what to think.

When Jonathan stood, his eyes were narrowed and one of his hands had clenched together while he threw the other one dismissively. Anna noted to not bring up that subject. "Well, sometimes things don't go as planned," Jonathan said, gritting his teeth together.

You can say that again, Goldling nickered from around Despair. Her head was down as she pinned her ears back and leaned into the mostly decayed horse besides her.

"Now if you excuse me," Jonathan tilted his head to the fighting behind him. "I have some ass kicking to do."

The cyborg darted off, using his shoulders to knock skirmishing demons away and then head butting some that wouldn't get out of his way. Right about then, a metal horse burst through some of the demons, snorting and blowing out smoke as he bucked, slamming his back hooves into a chest. This was Wrath, maybe the recreation of anger itself besides Fury herself. Both Anna and Death's eyes widened as the metal stallion tilted his head at them, his metal ears pricked as a pair of gleaming eyes glanced at them curiously. Then he nickered in laughter. What's wrong? he asked almost proudly, lifting up a leg high and pushing out his chest. Never seen a cyborg horse before?

Nope, Goldling countered, coming out from in behind Despair. She lifted her lips up at him as she tossed her white mane about, flicking her forelocks up a little. And I didn't really ever plan on it either.

Death swore that Wrath smiled but before he could say anything, Rasha and Samael came back into play.

With a roar, Samael boomed into the ground right beside of Wrath, spooking the metal horse bad enough to where he tripped up flat on his chest. Turbulence and Fury galloped up out of no where as Samael reached out for Wrath, his face twisted in anger. He screeched out in pain when Turbulence knocked the living daylights out of him as Fury slid off her side, running up to Wrath and pushing some of his leg back into his body. Wrath was panicking still and just missed accidentally banging his head against Fury's if Jonathan hadn't came up, catching Wrath and literally kicking him up. Turbulence nickered in surprise as Rasha finally jumped down out of nowhere, making the ground rumble and knock everyone off balance.

"Shit!" screamed out some woman as she literally landed on top of Strife's chest, making him cry out too. Both of them sat up after a minute, Strife was rubbing the back of his head as the woman tried to untangle her head from his scarf. The second that he tried to help, she hit him pretty hard across his chin. "Hands off, Strife," she growled, making Death chuckle. "Stop laughing over there, dead man!"

"Rebecca! I'm just trying to help! By the way, anyone seen Conn-?"

Rasha roared again, slamming his fist into the ground beside Strife and Rebecca. Strife yelled as he rolled them over, using his body to protect her as Death and Despair leapt over them, Death sporting Harvester as one long scythe on his right. Rasha growled something that wasn't comprehendible; it sounded like demon talk; as he slammed down Samael's face into the ground, looking up at Death as he rode by on Despair. "This is my fight, Horseman!" he snarled.

"You made it mine when you got Fury and Strife involved!" Death snapped back, growling a little as he turned Despair back toward the two largest demons there.

The demon growled again as he snapped Samael's neck in the quickest, cleanest snap that Death had ever seen. He halted Despair right before Rasha as the Demon Lord stood, ignoring how Samael was disappearing beneath him. "I could've did that any time that I wanted to," Rasha said almost proudly, leaning back a little as his other set of arms returned into his body. "But I wanted to have a little fun with the bastard that ruined my life for a little while."

"I wish I could do that," Jonathan spoke up from where he was standing beside Fury. He shot a quick glare at Strife.

Strife, who was had managed to get Rebecca standing and was still trying to untangle her from him, frowned. "It wasn't me who left you in those ruins. If I'm right, it was some other Nephilim with a big damn head that got to you."

"Yeah but you were the one who shot him in his arm." Rebecca finally freed herself long enough to pull down the scarf so she could look at him with her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Right..."

Anna shook her head solemnly and leaned back on Goldling. "Huh. I wonder if those two are always like that." The mare shrugged beside her, shaking out her mane and then nudging her head ever so gently.

Death shrugged and sighed, turning to Rasha. "Would you mind giving us a night's rest?"

"It's not my say on this," the huge demon said.

"Then who's is it?"

As if to answer, someone let loose a huge screech that was supposed to be happiness but instead sounded like they were being attacked. Rasha turned toward them, his ears pricked as he opened up his arms to catch a female demon. Death groaned and held his head, Anna giving a full on shiver beside him. "See?" Lilith, Queen of Demons, said as she smiled and pulled a little at Rasha's long beard. "I told you that the dream that I made for you would work?" Lilith was higher ranking than the Demon Lords and officially the mother of most demons. Her and the Demon Lords' had to have a rather strong relationship or other wise Hell would fall tp pieces, like it had been doing when Samael had been ruling. Already since the last visit that Death came here he could spot out very strong difference. Lilith owed him a pretty big favor for saving her ass.

"Yeah, you did a real good job with that," Rasha literally purred, making Strife's jaw drop and to have Rebecca pop it back up for him.

Lilith giggled and placed her nose on Rasha's huge lion one, smiling.

"Um, excuse me, but rooms remember?" Fury questioned, looking like she might hurl beside Jonathan and Turbulence. Death actually thought that the black mare was going to pass out with all of the sweetness.

"Yes." Rasha placed Lilith back onto the ground, looking slightly embarrassed. Him and Fury had always been great friends. "They would like to stay the night, Lilith."

The Demon Queen pretended to take a few minutes to think before she gave a soft nod. "It's fine. I don't see anything wrong with it." She turned on her heels, grabbed Rasha's wrist and pulling him with her, parading away. "You're coming with me, big guy. Oh and Strife, mouth closed, it's not nice to stare."