A lot of things had changed since the death of Mundus. A lively lifestyle was one of them. Seemed as if there was nothing exciting to do now. Trish was no longer around to argue with. She'd opened up her own bar and club in the vista. Every once in a while he'd speak to her because she'd have some interesting tidbits of info on his latest kill. Other than that, the seemingly romantic relationship they had (if it was ever there) was nonexistent. Course, Dante didn't mind that in the least. Trish had some serious mood issues, and between the two of them, two moody demon spawns were two too many.
Dante walked around is apartment/headquarters and lazily made is way to his kitchen. With nothing left to do he decided to engage in an activity that he was a complete virgin to. Cleaning up. Within about an hour Dante had made is kitchen, in the very least, presentable. He looked into his fridge to see if he could scrounge up some grub.
Hmmm...old chinese food, a hard slice of pizza, and a cup of yogurt with raisins in it?!
No wait, yogurt doesn't have raisins. Mold.
The handsome devil shook his head and grumbled to himself, "Maybe I'll eat out tonight."
He had a surplus of funds from his last few missions. Even though he never did them for the money.
Grabbing his jacket, he locked the newly fixed 2 ton steel door. (The one previously broken in by Trish's drama scene).
He hopped on his red motorcycle and sped to town. Afterall, there were new strippers in town.
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Meanwhile in another place...
Morgan sat writing messages of violence and death in the absolutely boring Doomsday clan meeting. This shit was all Duke Nukem's fault. For all she cared she could have been sitting in her cozy place beating the hell out of her punching bag.
For the hundredth time she glanced at her timex. Five more minutes.
"....that Demon hunter, Dante is a wildcard. We can't be sure of his alliance if he doesn't bother to come to any of the meetings. Six months ago he killed the demon lord Mundus. He's too powerful to be left alone." one of the old senior members of the clan was talking.
Morgan snapped out of her zombie-like trance with the levitating pencil and it clattered to the ground.
"Dante." she whispered to herself. Arch rival. Arrogant motherfucker. Yep. That's him. Now she knew she was wasting her time if they were talking about that loser.
Duke, the pompous bastard, stood up in the meeting. Morgan wondered why the hell he still wore shades in a room with no damn sunlight.
"We need to send someone to get Dante to our meetings. He needs to be tamed and controlled for our purposes." Duke stated. "In fact we need him sooner than we think. Dim the lights and pay attention to the screen."
The room dimmed and the screen showed apart of the subworld 2 being permeated with supernatural beings.
"What the hell is going on," one of the members yelled. The lights came back on.
Nukem spoke up. "For the last month, supernatural beings have been gathering around this area just like they did with Mallet Island. We have reason to believe that the demon lord Sloreth is awaking."
All of the members of the clan looked back at Morgan whose legs were placed lazily on the table and whose body was leaning back in the chair. She almost fell out of it under the glares of the entire Doomsday clan.
Sloreth. If Mundus had been bad, Sloreth was far worse. Hell, Mundus wasn't shit compared to this dude. However, Sloreth was way before the time of the dark lord Mundus. He lived in a time when Hell was far worse than it was today. He brought hell to the earth and for six thousand years he reigned in terror and torture of the humans on Earth.
He was one of the central evils manifested in devil form. Almost where evil orginated. The dark one or Be'rial was the only one more powerful.
Morgan's eyes iced over. Sloreth. Same evil son of a bitch that had killed her father Lorn. Lorn had been a knight of the underworld, torn between his possession of a soul of God, and his powers of evil. Eventually fighting both became too much and he chose God. Lorn fought Sloreth and died after the death of his little girl. Legend has it that his offspring would succeed where he failed.
Well if it was one thing she had in common with her arch rival it was a legacy of evil.
"Morgan, we're sending you on this mission. You must find Sparda's spawn to help you. Doomsday will not be allowed to assist in this. We only observe." Duke said.
"Hmm... how fucking convenient," she said saracastically. "Let's see. I'm going to kill some ancient ass evil with only the help of my arch -fucking- enemy, and if I don't, I risk defying the damn Doomsday clan, which results in my death anyway!!!"she yelled.
Angry as fuck, she didn't notice the blue light starting to surround her. She breathed heavily.
"Fuck you, Nukem and your little bitches too. I'll do this shit but for my father, and not for you." she said walking out of the meeting. "And you can forget about me working with that asshole, Dante too!" she yelled behind her.
The twenty-four year old pushed her helmet over her raven black hair and was about to hop on to her black motor bike when an iron grip clamped her arm viciously.
She turned around ready to really kill somebody and was faced with none other than Nukem himself.
"Listen you little bitch," he said threateningly, "you musta forgot that we've got your soul. If you ever wanna be a normal human, then you will do exactly what we say, when we say it."
He pushed her away and sneered nastily at her, while softly running his finger down her cheek. "Besides I thought we had a lovely understanding, Morgan."
She shuddered at the use of her name on his lips, and at the hand that touched her lips. Her fist, having a mind of it's own punched him in the face. Hard.
He fell to the ground holding his cheek.
"I hope I broke something, you perverted small dicked bastard." she fumed. She hopped on her bike and sped through the narrow veil that hid the Doomsday clan from mortal eyes.
He rubbed the spot that was sure to be a nasty bruise later on. "Devil slut. You'll pay."
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Well that's that. New evil, new devil, new story. Wow! Um yeah. Please review. After I get about....hmm....let's say ten reviews I'll start the next part. Bye!
Oh yeah, I got the doomsday idea from some biography I'd read about Dante. Seems as if he had a run in with Duke a while ago.
Bye.
Dante walked around is apartment/headquarters and lazily made is way to his kitchen. With nothing left to do he decided to engage in an activity that he was a complete virgin to. Cleaning up. Within about an hour Dante had made is kitchen, in the very least, presentable. He looked into his fridge to see if he could scrounge up some grub.
Hmmm...old chinese food, a hard slice of pizza, and a cup of yogurt with raisins in it?!
No wait, yogurt doesn't have raisins. Mold.
The handsome devil shook his head and grumbled to himself, "Maybe I'll eat out tonight."
He had a surplus of funds from his last few missions. Even though he never did them for the money.
Grabbing his jacket, he locked the newly fixed 2 ton steel door. (The one previously broken in by Trish's drama scene).
He hopped on his red motorcycle and sped to town. Afterall, there were new strippers in town.
* * * * *
Meanwhile in another place...
Morgan sat writing messages of violence and death in the absolutely boring Doomsday clan meeting. This shit was all Duke Nukem's fault. For all she cared she could have been sitting in her cozy place beating the hell out of her punching bag.
For the hundredth time she glanced at her timex. Five more minutes.
"....that Demon hunter, Dante is a wildcard. We can't be sure of his alliance if he doesn't bother to come to any of the meetings. Six months ago he killed the demon lord Mundus. He's too powerful to be left alone." one of the old senior members of the clan was talking.
Morgan snapped out of her zombie-like trance with the levitating pencil and it clattered to the ground.
"Dante." she whispered to herself. Arch rival. Arrogant motherfucker. Yep. That's him. Now she knew she was wasting her time if they were talking about that loser.
Duke, the pompous bastard, stood up in the meeting. Morgan wondered why the hell he still wore shades in a room with no damn sunlight.
"We need to send someone to get Dante to our meetings. He needs to be tamed and controlled for our purposes." Duke stated. "In fact we need him sooner than we think. Dim the lights and pay attention to the screen."
The room dimmed and the screen showed apart of the subworld 2 being permeated with supernatural beings.
"What the hell is going on," one of the members yelled. The lights came back on.
Nukem spoke up. "For the last month, supernatural beings have been gathering around this area just like they did with Mallet Island. We have reason to believe that the demon lord Sloreth is awaking."
All of the members of the clan looked back at Morgan whose legs were placed lazily on the table and whose body was leaning back in the chair. She almost fell out of it under the glares of the entire Doomsday clan.
Sloreth. If Mundus had been bad, Sloreth was far worse. Hell, Mundus wasn't shit compared to this dude. However, Sloreth was way before the time of the dark lord Mundus. He lived in a time when Hell was far worse than it was today. He brought hell to the earth and for six thousand years he reigned in terror and torture of the humans on Earth.
He was one of the central evils manifested in devil form. Almost where evil orginated. The dark one or Be'rial was the only one more powerful.
Morgan's eyes iced over. Sloreth. Same evil son of a bitch that had killed her father Lorn. Lorn had been a knight of the underworld, torn between his possession of a soul of God, and his powers of evil. Eventually fighting both became too much and he chose God. Lorn fought Sloreth and died after the death of his little girl. Legend has it that his offspring would succeed where he failed.
Well if it was one thing she had in common with her arch rival it was a legacy of evil.
"Morgan, we're sending you on this mission. You must find Sparda's spawn to help you. Doomsday will not be allowed to assist in this. We only observe." Duke said.
"Hmm... how fucking convenient," she said saracastically. "Let's see. I'm going to kill some ancient ass evil with only the help of my arch -fucking- enemy, and if I don't, I risk defying the damn Doomsday clan, which results in my death anyway!!!"she yelled.
Angry as fuck, she didn't notice the blue light starting to surround her. She breathed heavily.
"Fuck you, Nukem and your little bitches too. I'll do this shit but for my father, and not for you." she said walking out of the meeting. "And you can forget about me working with that asshole, Dante too!" she yelled behind her.
The twenty-four year old pushed her helmet over her raven black hair and was about to hop on to her black motor bike when an iron grip clamped her arm viciously.
She turned around ready to really kill somebody and was faced with none other than Nukem himself.
"Listen you little bitch," he said threateningly, "you musta forgot that we've got your soul. If you ever wanna be a normal human, then you will do exactly what we say, when we say it."
He pushed her away and sneered nastily at her, while softly running his finger down her cheek. "Besides I thought we had a lovely understanding, Morgan."
She shuddered at the use of her name on his lips, and at the hand that touched her lips. Her fist, having a mind of it's own punched him in the face. Hard.
He fell to the ground holding his cheek.
"I hope I broke something, you perverted small dicked bastard." she fumed. She hopped on her bike and sped through the narrow veil that hid the Doomsday clan from mortal eyes.
He rubbed the spot that was sure to be a nasty bruise later on. "Devil slut. You'll pay."
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Well that's that. New evil, new devil, new story. Wow! Um yeah. Please review. After I get about....hmm....let's say ten reviews I'll start the next part. Bye!
Oh yeah, I got the doomsday idea from some biography I'd read about Dante. Seems as if he had a run in with Duke a while ago.
Bye.