[X] "No."
"No." you answer, and fill the air with bolts of burning plasma. They fall upon its downed form like raindrops, splashing against burnt skin and searing away at damaged flesh.
The demon screams and scrambles to its feet, giving your plasma bolts a much larger surface area to hit. Its remaining arm flails wildly and you throw yourself out of the way. You scramble to your feet in time to meet the monster's hideous glare, hands loading a fresh heat sink into your weapon.
"Fool!" it bellows, hellfire forming in its open palm. "You dare raise your weapon against me?!"
You shoot a plasma grenade at the demon's right leg, directly to its knee. Lugar's scream is loud enough to rock the entire compound, its hand gripping the stump where its leg once was. Your weapon compartmentalizes itself as you slide it onto your back, your legs moving on their own accord to bring you close.
The demon spots you coming and desperately flails his arm about to stop you, but you easily slide under it. You stumble to your feet and put both hands on its temples.
"No, wait-!" Lugar begs, but its too late.
"Null." you cut him off, and Lugar
screams as your ability comes into effect. The downed demon flails, coughing blood and maggots, as its body slowly begins to age and wither away from the head down. Mighty muscles spasm and shrivel up, leathery skin wrinkles and cracks, magic laden blood catches fire and the maggots that infest it hiss and squirm in the resulting flames. You curse under your breath as a few maggots squirm onto your hands and your uniform.
Like a corpse under a time lapse, Lugar the Overwhelming shrivels up and dies as the magic in its body is forcibly stripped away. When you finally pull back and deactivate your ability, the once half-dead demon is now a pile of cracked skin stretched over a skeleton. You pull out a knife and start scraping off the maggots that got on you.
"You okay there?" someone calls out to you.
"Fine!" you answer. "Just got a few maggots on me."
Your shadow stirs. It ripples like water, and from it a body made entirely out of darkness rises. It sports obsidian claws, two twitching antennae on the back of its head, and eerie blue eyes that seem to stare at your soul. The form
shifts, and the darkness fades to reveal a young girl blinking curiously at you.
"...What?"
Bianca asks, a sword made from darkness resting on her shoulder. "I got something on me?"
You flick a maggot at her and she screams, leaping away as her hands abandon the sword to try and brush the larva off.
"You dick!" she prances away. "Ewewew, get it off me!"
"Hmm..." you consider it. "Nah."
As Bianca continues screaming and prancing around trying to dislodge the maggot, you see something move out of the corner of your eye. You turn to look, just as something heavy lands on Lugar's remains. From amidst the dust, a
body of silvery metal and artificial muscles rises to its feet to the whir of servo motors hidden somewhere behind the tattered pants it wears. Its face is featureless save for a few holes and lines where the eyes, nose, and mouth would be, all of them radiating bright green light.
"Damn it, John!" you swear, spitting out demon dust and trying to pat yourself clean. "The damn skeleton was alive a few minutes ago!"
"Sorry," the cyborg says apologetically, but you hear the smile in his voice. "Do want me to hose you down?"
"Just get your disguise back on, we're leaving in five." you order. He nods and releases a cloud of nanomachines that immediately start reforming his skin into something humanlike. As he does, you cup your hands around your mouth and turn to the heavens. "Hey Derek! You done up there?!"
"Mortal." a voice like thunder and brass reverberates through your chest.
"It is unwise to address a being such as I with those words."
"Just get down here, fucktard!" you shake your fist at the sky. "I wanna go home and sleep already!"
"Alright, alright." the voice grudgingly concedes, losing its brass and thunder.
"Geez, what's gotten your panties in a twist?"
The clouds part and a
figure wreathed in otherworldly power descends. The uniform he wears is identical to yours, save for the billowing cape on his back and purple electricity coursing through the wrench he holds in one hand. His foot touches the earth, sending up a cloud of sparkling dust and a wave of pure supernatural might that does not reach you. You and the others give him the driest stare all of you can manage and he scowls.
"Fuck you guys." he grumbles. John chuckles.
You look between the three of them and nod. "Anything to report?"
Bianca huffs and crosses her arms, but shakes her head. "The castle's been cleared; everyone inside is either dead or will die in a few minutes."
"I've set fire to everything flammable." John nods, his
human face forming over the metal one. "In a few hours, the entire castle and everything in it will be reduced to ash and blackened rock."
"I found a convoy driving away from here." Derek shrugs. "Took care of 'em when they shot at me, but I got the cargo they were carrying with them."
The wrench disappears in a flash of purple and the hand clenches into a fist. It opens and a sphere of floats out of it. It grows in size as it floats to the ground then pops, revealing a 3 by 8 foot gold coffin decorated with gemstones and writings of some ancient language. John whistles and steps closer to get a better look.
"That is one pimped out coffin." he says, turning to Derek. "Who's in it?"
"Some guy called Dureshi." the warlock scratches his cheek. "He's part of some prophecy about the end of the world, a no-name hero gathering allies and rising to stop him, yadda yadda yadda- Ya'know the usual."
You run your hand over the coffin's surface, noting how the color fades at your touch and returns when you pull away. "Anything else?"
"Books and tomes on dark rituals," in one hand, Derek produces a large stack of books. "And schematics of prototype weapons and gear." In the other, several bundles of rolled up paper appear. "Nothing you'd like John, all of it crap compared to yours."
"Aw." the cyborg sighs dejectedly.
"Anything else?" Bianca taps her foot impatiently.
"Nope." Derek shakes his head. "That's about it."
"Alright then." you nod at the sole female in the group. "Take us home, Bianca."
She nods and clasps her hands together as though in prayer. The shadows on the ground move and stitch themselves into a circle around all of you. Then a wall of black surrounds you, and you feel the world
shift in a way that makes your stomach do flip flops. An eternity later that wall of black fades and you find yourself standing in a large, pristine, and brightly lit chamber. Before you is an
older man, a plate of cookies in one hand and a steaming mug of coffee in the other.
"Welcome back." he greets. "I take it the mission went smoothly?"
[] "A walk in the park, Headmaster!"
[] "About as well as you'd expect, Headmaster."
[] "Meh."