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Death Comes Ripping
Chapter One: Initium
A electric squeal echoed through across the plain. The player ,a shirtless figure, moved his fingers across the fretboard masterfully, combining blinding speed with relaxed methodicality. The song was of the violent sort, the player being of the violent sort and feeling that the song would put him in the mindset for what he had in mind. Power, in every sense of the word. In front him, a cycloptic beast beckoned, "Come Zabel, Ozom won't wait! Just a little more!"
Zabel discarded his guitar, grinning with all the smugness of a person seeing their plan go smoothly. In just a hour, all of Makai and everything will be in my grip gya ha ha HA! he thought. "Excellent, my loyal sidekick!" He announced, Le Malta wearing his almost natural look of uncertainty and cautiousness.
Le Malta was doing his best in keeping his hopes of being through with this psycho and going on with his peaceful life up. Zabel would attack full force, but even if his power almost warranted being graded A, his master Ozom would put an end to his life with ease, rewarding his faithful servant for his duties quite handsomely. It was this thought that made him grin happily in unison with the homocidal demonzombieghoul.
A black abyss, cloud-like in form, swirling around the previous location of the castle Doma. A howl of dissapointment and fury ripping through the silence. Two figures, a raging beast and his frightened sidekick, alone in wasteland.
"Ok, ok, calm." Zabel said, lighting a cigarette to put himself at ease. "Any ideas, oh faithful droogie?", glancing at the clearly horrified Le Malta.
"No...no...it can't be..." Le Malta mumbled, a cold sweat emerging from his rubbery skin.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I was really lookin' forward to tearing Ozom a new one too. The old fool prolly fled town, knowing yours truly was comin' for him!" Zabel said with a somewhat forced laugh, trying to cheer himself and his companion up. "But, hey, no matter, I'm the baddest of the bad now, so hail to the king!", posing, his guitar held up like a scepter.
Suddenly, a pulse of pure energy shot up Zabel's spine, his eyes giving a brief flash of sun-fire. A lecherous smile grew on his undead face, the embers of ambition rekindled in an instant. "Interesting! A new challenger more worthy of death than Ozom!" He exclaimed to noone in particular. "Change in plans, friend! As first order of the Zarock regime, I propose that I single handedly conquer this brave new dimension, off the ruler, and bask in all the glory that steps one and two entail! What say ye, my newly appointed advisor?"
"Guh...good?" Le Malta uttered timidly, still shaken by the absence of Ozom. Although frightened by this new dimension, he certainly did not want to arouse the wrath of the self-appointed king of the Makai. Certainly not after his tantrum of simple dismay.
"Excellent! Come on El Em, I'll kill anyone who gets in my way!" Zabel shouted, grabbing Le Malta under his arm and leaping into the gate of pitch black. Maniacal laughter was all that was left in the lonesome plain.
He looked around, unimpressed by the new landscape. It was hardly a change from the comfort of Hell as he knew it; a windy, barren, land with little vegetation. This place, however, did have the quantness of destroyed ruins of old, as opposed to bustling cities of demons shouting and carrying about. Zabel cared little about what the history of
His eyes fixed on the large castle fixed on a plataeu, which he recognized immedietly as the Doma castle. "Ha! Maybe our old nemesis will make a reappearance in a suprise twist!" He cackled, Le Malta shuddering at the use of our. He ragained his composition, clinging to Zabel's back like a bizzare backpack. His eye peered over Zabel's left shoulder, his demon heart giving a brief pump of hope, although he suppressed this feeling not wanting to be set up for a big downer.
Zabel whistled various metal and punk songs all the long way to ginourmous castle, bats circling the top, creating an almost cartoonish sense of evil and terror. He was in his human form, mostly to save valuable energy andto show asense of nonchalant swagger, as he fantasized about his triumphant return to Makai, crowds of demons cheering and waving and crying praises; Le Malta being carried atop a velvet pillow held by fair maidens, himself on a glorious golden throne.Ozom was all but a distant memory now, a goal that gave way to grander dreams and bloodlust. Zabel sighed wistfully and started whistling "Horror Business" by the Misfits, a personal favorite.
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