Armaggedon, Part 1
Darksage 95: This is by far my first 4-part mega-crossover, so no flames please. This is basically a crossover that consists of Gargoyles, Teen Titans, Ghost Rider, and Hellboy. Not to mention there's also some romance in these pages. This crossover is purely my idea, and mine alone. Before I get started, I do not own Gargoyles, Teen Titans, Ghost Rider, and Hellboy. They belong to their respective creators. Now, on with the story!
May 6, 2010
Manhattan, New York
1:23 AM
Demona's eyes glowed with blood red hatred as she broke her table in half with one of her fists. Her bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the abandoned apartment and into the moonless night. Fortunately, there was no one outside due to the fact that the area was abandoned.
"I don't understand it! How can those fools keep foiling my plans?" the she-demon yelled as she wrecked yet another computer in her lab. Then, a thought came to her and she stopped what she was doing.
"Maybe I've been thinking too hard," she let out a light gasp.
"Ever since that human Raven came into their lives, the clan seemed to be stronger than before. If she is the reason for all of this, then there must be a way to get rid of her once and for all!" Demona screamed and knocked one of her bookshelves to the floor.
She walked over to a nearby window and stared at the city lights in the distance. A hint of frustration had shown in her face and sweat began drooping from her brow.
"There has to be a way, but what?"
Suddenly, an eerie chuckle sounded throughout the entire apartment. The sound of it made Demona turn and stare into the darkness. She could see nothing, but that didn't stop her from going into a defensive stance. Even if she faced horrors throughout her 1,000 years in life, the sound of this laugh sent shivers down her spine.
"Who is it! Who are you!" she yelled. Demona was shocked at this, because there was no one else that knew of her hideaway, save for Goliath and her daughter, Angela.
"You must be the gargoyle known as Demona, am I correct?" the voice said towards her right.
"Show yourself!" the demon commanded.
She looked to her right and left continuously, but there was no one there. Getting feelings of anger and fury, Demona paced around the area, looking for the source.
Just then, footsteps echoed to the furthest side of the premises. In the shadows stood the shape of a man wearing what seemed to be 19th century clothes and a long black coat. Not only that, but he held a peculiar cane with a skull as its handle.
"I'll say it again, are you the one named Demona?" he spoke calmly.
"What do you want with me, human!" Demona replied.
"The questionable type, are you?" The man walked out of the shadows to confront the startled rogue.
She pounced forward, but the mysterious person disappeared in the blink of an eye. All that was left of him was thin air.
"I'm not here to fight, gargoyle." Demona turned and saw him leaning against the window.
"You see, I'm here to help you."
"Hah, a human? Help one such as me? Don't make me laugh," she smirked.
"You seek to rid the world of all humanity, am I right?" he questioned as he circled around the gargoyle.
"Yes, I… how do you know?"
The man responded to her left. "I've been up and about. I know about your hatred towards humanity. But that's not the point. I'm here to grant you your wish of achieving that goal," he disappeared again and appeared behind her.
"I'm listening," Demona let down her guard and glared suspiciously at him.
"If we work together, we will be able to reach that goal. All that I require of you is your full trust in me. So, what do you say?"
"I like what you think," she smiled. "I don't trust humans, but if your idea is reasonable, then I accept your offer. However, I'm still curious."
The mysterious man disappeared again and stood before her. His eyes now glowed bright red as he stood tall with a stern look.
"Why would you come here and ask for my help when you want to betray your won kind?" she asked.
"That's the thing, Demona." He walked up to her and face changed into a demonic image with sharp teeth and black eyes.
"I'm not even human at all," the creature said in a deep sinister voice. Demona was struck by fear and staggered at the edge of the wall.
"Surprised?" the man returned back to his original state and smiled.
The gargress regretfully nodded and fell silent.
"Good. Call me…"
"Mephisto."
Well, what do you think? It's just the prologue, but I'll post the first chapter later. I forgot to post this warning up: this story was actually created a few years back, so forgive my horrible grammar. Anyway, the first chapter will be posted up soon and hopefully, the homework doesn't bar my way.
