Day of the Demons' Return

[The Great MM]

Cincinnati –

The streets weren’t filled for once. Everyone was at home. School was canceled. Workers called off to be with their families. The recent events that shook the world also hit here, making many afraid to go out. While some folk still walked down the sidewalks or drove in the streets, it wasn’t even a third as busy as it usually was. Normally kids could be seen running up and down the streets, cars would be honking, etc. Not today.

When a flash came roughly 50 feet above the street, not a soul noticed. It flashed again, changing colors from purple to green to pink. Sparks, matching the colors, began to fall before a figure fell, limbs flailing like tentacles on an squid.

Splat!

The human landed face first, his limbs sprawled out to the side. A loud, screeching scream came from the flash as another scream followed. The figure below, dressed in jet black leather and a trench coat with rainbow colored hair, groaned as the other man fell onto him, catching himself mid-fall and coming down with combat boots driving deep into his spines.

“Damn it!” The first human cursed. “Get off!”

The other looked down, half-grinning as he forced his foot down harder before stepping off. “Great job.” He declared, looking around, “We’re in no where. Again.”

Milenko shook his head and spat a wad of sparkling spit as he stood up. Brushing off his black, star-decorated shirt, his eyes glared and he shrugged. “Oops.”

Demortis spun around, “Oops? OOPS!?”

Milenko continued looking around. “Yeah. Oops.” He turned his sparking eyes back to face his co-demon, “Told you I never did that before.”

The two walked out of the middle of the street where Milenko quickly began to pick at the white flesh of his hand. Turning a corner, the two didn’t speak to one another, only absorbed their surroundings. “LOOK MOM! A CLOWN!” A little girl suddenly shouted from the other side of the street, bouncing up and down and pointing as she laughed.

The demon let out a low growl before looking around, noticing the little girl and her mom were the only ones within noticeable sight. Demortis continued walking forward as the clown quickly dashed across the street.

The mom smiled at the clown demon. “Clown?” He asked, looking down at the little girl, making her giggle as his bright red lips made a large smile. “Do you want to see a magic trick, little girl?” He asked, flicking his wrist and making his wand appear.

The girl nodded as her mom laughed. He wiggled the wand lifted his other hand lifted, its index finger waving once as he spun around. The little girl laughed joyously as the clown’s head shook and the wand touched his forehead.

“Ready?” He asked with a cheeky giggle.

“YES!” She squeaked.

With laughter, Milenko spun around. The girl and her mom’s joy ended, replaced with terror as the true face of the demon looked at them. Frog-like in shape with black, overlapping scales, empty white eyes, and dagger-like teeth, the demon roared. The mother and daughter both screamed before the young girl’s mother quickly grabbed her daughter by the arm and took off running. White mist came from the demon’s jaws as he rubbed the palm of his hand over his demonic image. His pale white flesh began to return.

Stuffing his wand into his pocket, he turned on his heel. He quickly jumped back, spooked by Demortis standing behind him with arms folded and foot tapping. “What!?” The clown declared, “I hate kids.”

”Yet you choose a damn clown.” Demortis scoffed.

“I like clowns.” He said, “Now come on, I have an idea on how to reach this Death God.”

“Not another asinine insane plot.”

”Maaaaaybe.” The clown giggled.

[The Great MM]

Not long after arriving in the city, the pair of demons found their way to one of the parks. Resting on one of the benches, Milenko, the demon of fear, began to explain his next scheme to reach the Death God. As Demortis paid little attention, actually watching the clown’s demon teddy bear, Hugo, randomly dig holes in the ground with its large claws.

”We create as much carnage as possible. Shouldn’t be hard. We are us!” He declared, slapping the jeans and T-shirt wearing Demortis on the back.

The creature rolled its eyes and groaned. A chirping bird in a tree got his attention and with a tilt of his head, a blue energy leaped from the book on his lap. It circled the animal before entering its body. Milenko took his eyes off his old friend and then onto the small bird, watching as its flesh ripped itself off its body and fell to the ground, splatting on the ground with blood.

“YEAH!” The clown cheered, “That’s the spirit! Now do that to some humans.”

The now featherless, skin-less bird fell, somehow able to keep to the air as it dive-bombed the teddy. It pecked at its head, making Hugo scream in surprise and slash upward with its claws, successfully slashing one of its legs off.

“Now that’s uncalled for.” The clown said, standing up and stretched. He watched on for another few seconds as the now Necrolite bird attacked his precious bear. He then took a step forward and just as it hovered above its head, pecking madly with a bloody beak, he brought his booted foot down, crushing the bird in an instant, popping its body like a giant pimple and turning bones to dust. The blue force that entered its body drained out from under Milenko’s heal and returned to the black book of death.

“Now now.” He assured his own creation, reaching down and picking up the shaking creature, “Its okay.” He whisper, putting it on his shoulders. Demortis rolled his eyes as he patted his Necronomicon and also stood up.

”Gay.” He declared, kicking the blood heap of feathery flesh that fell from the bird to the side.

Milenko chuckled. “Come on, let us go make a ruckus.”

[The Great MM]

One of the many streets of Cincinnati was in sheer chaos! People fled their homes, screaming as terror as a cop car exploded, sending chunks of burning scrap into the air before raining back down. Milenko laughed, spinning on his heal as a wave of fire fell on him and spread about the streets, engulfing fleeing families. Demortis, however, was more laid back. Slumped against a wrecked car, he merely watched as Milenko waved his wand.

By now, the gun shots the police through at the clown had ripped its fake skin, revealing patches of black scales beneath. A helicopter hovered over head and began to fire away, causing the ground to rip apart as the hellfire raced toward the target. The bullets tore into his shirt and chest, actually making the clown take several steps back.

“HOKUS POKUS!” The clown laughed, thrusting his hand up and making a bolt of twisting, pink lightning launch from the tip and wrap around the vehicle. The instruments died just before it entered the fuel tanks, igniting the fluid and making the police helicopter explode. One of its pilots managed to jump out just in time, only to land with awful consequences from the height!

Demortis, now in his true demon-self, was also the target of some of the police forces that tried to protect the innocent, despite himself not doing a thing yet. As Milenko played, several cops surrounded the demons, demanding he surrender as they pointed their weapons.

His soulless black eyes blinked and his large jaws, filled with massive teeth, opened and closed. These actions made the men go off, emptying their clips into Demortis’ body. The demon snorted as several rounds tore into his chest and ripped out his back. One shot struck his finger, blowing it off in an instant.

The creature lifted his head, eyeing the men as they stood in shock. “I am immortal.” He declared, unsheathing his blade, “But if its any condolences, that hurt like hell.” He said plainly, spinning the Necro-Blade before him as the Necronmicon fluttered on his hip.

“Fire again!” One of the men ordered.

As the men finished reloaded, they fired instantly once more. Demortis twirled his blade with skill, bouncing several of the shots back at their source, dropping the officers like flies! When only two stood, in total disbelief, the demon smirked. A long, flat tongue licked his pointy teeth. The men felt sheer horror race through them before they turned and ran.

Effortlessly, Demortis twirled his sword in his hand and then flicked his wrists. As if it had a mind of its own, the Necro-Blade flew forward, stabbing through the first survivor’s back and through his chest at a downward angle. Before he even dropped to his knees, the blood had turned a gooey white color and the skin around it turned deep red, purple, and black!

The other survivor continued to run, only glancing over his shoulder as the other slumped over dead. “Oh God. Help me Jesus!” He begged. Demortis snorted and began to walk forward to retrieve his blade. His hand fell back to his book and pulled it up. With a demonic demand, a blue aura rose from the book of the dead and spiraled forward.

It closed the distance between it and the man. It snaked around his body like a gargantuan python before thrusting itself into his body. The man, however, continued to run forward. After a few steps, his body ripped apart. It popped like a balloon filled with too much air! As pieces of bloody flesh fell, his skeleton continued running forward, insides falling from ribcage!

The creature stopped after a few feet and stomped it’s bloody, boney foot and then spun around. It was nothing but bone! But what could be seen, the bones were colored black and the teeth had been filed to sharp points!

It hissed as if a snake and nodded its fleshless skull as Demortis pulled his blade out of the dead officer’s body. Smearing the blood on the blade against the man’s shirt, Demortis placed the weapon back in its holster…

[THE GODZILLA]

As the two demons finished up their carnage, a portal of darkness formed behind the two. Nothing emerged... but a very loud, booming voice could be heard, as if something massive was on the other side.

"Milenko! Demortis! REPORT!"

[The Great MM]

Milenko turned around, holding the hatted head of one of the police. Kicking the head as if a football, it crashed through a window of a building and rolled to the feet of a screaming couple. "AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" The clown shouted, stomping his foot down as his voice screeched.

Demortis turned around, wiping his bloody blade across his black pants as he looked at the darkness. "I believe he's him." He said calmly.

Milenko's eyes widened. "Oh shit!" He declared, scratching the back of his head, "Sorry chieffey."

Demortis rolled his eyes and bowed to the portal. "Spreading chaos, destruction, and death, my lord. Hoping to get your attention."