Devil's New Disguise
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Marvel or Hasbro. I own Farrah/Persiana and Leon/Crisis.
Chapter 1: The Devil you Know
Satana was relaxing in her room, adorned in all things Crisis. The red-headed succubus clutched a Crisis plush doll and sighed happily,
"I'm in love."
The teen girl conjured up a TV and began watching what was happening at the West Coast Avengers Compound.
At that moment…
"BARBIE, GET BACK HERE SO I CAN FLAY YOU!"
Farrah Willows, the feline heroine Persiana, was enraged. She ran through the house, slopping wet, after her arch-nemesis threw her into the pool while the white-haired cat-girl was sunbathing. Dressed in her red bikini, Farrah began prowling around, determined to shred her rival for disturbing her relaxation.
Monica Rambeau, the adult heroine Pulsar, noticed the sloppy mess and said,
"Farrah, what are you doing? Why are you dripping wet?"
Farrah hissed,
"Barbie threw me in the pool and held me underwater! I was sunbathing and she had the nerve to disturb me!"
Monica said,
"Well, at least dry off before you traipse around the house."
Farrah nodded,
"All right."
She began shaking her body, getting all the water out. Monica screamed,
"NO! NOT HERE!"
Too late as all the water splashed everywhere in the room. Persiana smirked,
"That feels so much better now."
She then continued the hunt. The light-powered heroine groaned and looked at the mess,
"Not again. This is almost as bad as when Rhody tried to kill that stupid fly." (1)
Leon Maxwell, the red-eyed teen Avenger Crisis, walked in and saw the wet mess,
"What happened?"
Pulsar grumbled,
"You're girlfriend decided to dry herself here after Carol threw her in the pool."
Leon groaned,
"Is this Carol's revenge for the time Farrah slipped something into Carol's soda, and then air-mailed her to the X-mansion in a crate of rotten eggs?"
He held his head,
"I swear, I don't know what makes her tick, and I'm the one dating her."
Just then, the two teens could be heard screaming at each other,
"LEAVE MY MAN ALONE!"
"HE DOESN'T DESERVE YOU! YOU'RE NOT A REAL WOMAN!"
"I'M MORE WOMAN THAN YOU, BITCH!"
"AT LEAST I DON'T DRESS LIKE A SLUT!"
"DIE!"
The fighting commenced and began rolling into the room Crisis and Pulsar were both in. Furniture was being overturned and, when Carol got free, she tried to pick up a glass coffee table and slam it down. Crisis caught it and said,
"No property destruction."
Carol sighed and set it down. She shook her head,
"Why do you keep defending that hideous furry animal every time, Leon?"
Farrah danced around,
"Cuz he's dating me and not a bitch like you!"
Pulsar shouted,
"ENOUGH!"
The three teens all looked at their adult caretaker. Pulsar said slowly,
"Miss Marvel, Persiana; you two are cleaning up this mess and Crisis will be here to supervise."
She left, grumbling,
"I need a stiff drink."
Back at Satana's room…
The red-head grumbled,
"Look at those two, killing each other for a man's affections they clearly don't deserve."
She threw a bolt of hellfire at the TV, the appliance melting away in seconds. Satana stood up and looked in the mirror,
"Hmm, I will need to make myself more presentable, though."
She snapped her fingers,
"I got it."
Chanting a spell, a glowing red light emerged from her fingers and, in moments, changed Satana's out fit to a tight red bikini top with purple stitching, purple tights, and a metallic chain circling around her waist. The outfit had a lot of skin revealed, but Satana looked at it in the mirror and noticed how perfect it hugged her form. She grinned, jumping up and down excitedly,
"It's done! Now, I can finally have Crisis all to myself! I'm going to show him a wonderful time!"
With that, she disappeared in a pillar of hellfire.
Next Chapter:
Satana pays a visit to the West Coast Avengers. Chaos and Insanity Ensues! Stay tuned, fellow readers!
(1) Read L1701E's War Machine vs. Fly for details.