Welcome to the sequel! As for you Danny Phantom fans, the plotline will probably make more sense than for people who have never heard of it. To be honest, I'm just trying to keep myself busy after what happened. Moaning about it won't help anything.

"Jeez, it's been two weeks without a prank." Bart said to himself, thinking on the roof. "This must be a new record for me." Around 5 months ago, he was forced to face his future where he was a city-destroying demon. He managed to beat him, but only because Heaven's army trapped him in a dome. Even now, he still had nightmares about it.

At least it helped us out when we were on the run. Bart thought. His powers had grown over that period, although he wasn't able to pierce the dome. At least they were more than enough to take out the soldiers. Bart was careful not to kill anyone, as he did not want that on his conscience. The family managed to find professor Frink's invention, and burned a hole through the dome.

For once, they had actually cooperated. It took a lot of time to convince Homer to come with them, and was only accomplished when he threatened to destroy his beer supply. As a result, the townspeople had gradually accepted them back, although there were still a lot of hard feelings on both sides. "At least that future was averted." Bart told himself. "I'm actually getting good grades in school."

"Bart, what are you doing out here?" asked Lisa, walking up to him.

"How did you get on the ceiling?" Bart asked.

"It's called a ladder, Bart." Lisa rolled her eyes. "Mom wanted me to tell you it's time for dinner. You better hurry, or Dad's going to eat your food."

"Fine, fine." Bart jumped off the roof and floated down. Despite the circumstances in which he got them, he enjoyed using them, especially now that e had some control.

"Bart, you're not supposed to use your powers in public!"

"All right, all right; quit lecturing me." He walked into the house, where Homer was trying to swallow a large piece of chicken. As he grabbed another piece, Bart used his abilities to get it out of his reach.

"You think you're smarter than me, chicken?" Homer laughed. "Try and stay out of my mouth!" He grabbed for it several times, but Bart lifted it out of his reach. "Oh, why is life so hard?" Bart then hit his father on the head with it. "Why, you little…" He tried going for it again, but tripped over some dropped food.

"Bart, I've told you not to use your powers to annoy your father." Marge scolded.

"That was you?" Homer said in shock. "You're punished! Go to your room. You're grounded for a… oh, God!" He started floating up in the air.

"I don't know how I survived without these things." Bart chuckled and flew off. It was almost night and he had some vigilante work to do. He put on a rough costume, which covered his face and appeared to be a cape. "Man, black looks good on me." Oh, well; it's not like anyone would recognize me, especially Chief Piggum.

He flew up into the air, wondering what he could do. Bart never wanted the hero role; it was sort of forced on him. Bart spotted someone on the bridge, preparing to jump. He flew faster and caught him in mid-air, nearly groaning when he realized who it was. "I've had to do this three times." Bart told Moe with annoyance. "Just get some therapy!"

"I've tried; they don't want nothing to do with me!" Moe complained. "Stop catching me; I want to end my life."

"Then I've got the perfect place for you." Bart smirked. He flew to the Springfield mental hospital and told the doctors to admit him. Moe cursed and struggled, but it didn't help him. Once he flew off, he started thinking. So what do I do now?

After stopping a few more robberies, he landed on the Springfield sign. Bart pondered on the future; he did not want to become his alternate self, but what could he do? Many people did not accept him, despite the fact he had saved Springfield and stopped crimes on a daily basis. Even pranks were getting boring because they were so easy now.

"So what do we do with these things?" a voice asked.

"We set them loose on Springfield and watch the city tear itself apart." Another voice replied, this one female. Bart decided to investigate, although he was careful to stay silent.

"It should be an interesting method of revenge, to say the least." The man laughed. "Now they can be stopped if caught early, so we should set them in isolated areas. What about the homeless? No one cares about them."

"Yes, they would be interesting targets. How many did you manage to retrieve?"

9; I tried to get more, but Satan discovered me. I was barely able to get away."

"Then use them carefully. Springfield has changed much, but I do remember it. Hold on… I thought I saw something."

Bart gulped to himself, hardly daring to move. The two figures looked around, and then the man spotted him. "He's here!" The man exclaimed, swinging a scythe. Bart flew up, managing to get away, and fired an energy blast into his chest.

"Is this one of the angels?" the female mused. "No, he's using dark energy!" She charged up lightning in her fingertips and launched it. This hit Bart dead on, sending him to the ground. She extended her wings, and revealed her fangs. "Let's show this fool what our true power is!"

Shit, this is bad. Bart thought to himself. He made a quick analysis of the situation. Both of them were at least as powerful as himself, maybe more, and were truly pissed off. I wonder what they're planning. Well, I better get out of here or I won't be able to find out. He dodged more energy from the duo and fired again, meant as a distraction.

Unfortunately, they knew enough not to fall for it. The man swung his scythe, but this time Bart was ready. He grabbed it and tried to wrestle it away. "Whatever you are, you will die!" the man screamed.

"There's something familiar about him, but what?" the woman mused, figuring her husband could handle himself for the moment. "He's… a Simpson! I should have known!" She became even angrier and charged towards Bart, who screamed in surprise.

"Who… who the hell are you?" Bart demanded, struggling to get out of her grip.

"Me? I am Elizabeth Crosse, your annihilator!" she screamed, tightening her grip. "How did you obtain those powers? Even I did not get them until I reached maturity."

Bart fired an energy blast in her chest, giving him space to breathe. "You'll pay for that." Gideon promised, firing dark energy yet again. Bart dodged quite easily, as his rage unbalanced him.

"Okay, you two are truly nuts." Bart told them, punching Gideon in the jaw. He laughed, and used his magic to hold him still. Bart breathed heavily, struggling to break free. His hands glowed, but instead of a blast, he conjured a shield around himself. "Cool, a new power." He took advantage of their momentary shock to get away.

"He can't hide from us; let's get him." Gideon suggested with a sadistic grin.

"No, no, not just yet." Elizabeth replied, musing. "His powers are equal to yours and almost mine. How did this happen? Perhaps we can find a way to use it for ourselves… after releasing these creatures. Gideon, remove the barrier." He did so and she observed the eggs. "They'll never know what hit them. I intend to destroy the city myself but they will do for a distraction."

"Elizabeth, I still worry about that boy. There is a aura of darkness around him, not nearly as potent as ours, but I believe it has the ability to far surpass us."

"I've already put a tracking spell on him." She placed the eggs in dark alleys and near an abandoned house where children doubtless liked to inside and explore. "Now for the boy; yes, I see his location."

"Be careful; you know what runs in his blood."

"Yes, I know very well! He will burn, him and everyone in his family! I'll enjoy tearing those fools apart!"

"Ah shut up! I have a hangover!" said a homeless man she didn't recognize. Elizabeth turned her furious glare onto him, and used her claws to rip his heart out.

"Fools, did you think you could escape me?" a voice laughed. Gideon and Elizabeth got into defensive positions, but a hole opened up and they were sucked in. Gideon tried to get Elizabeth out of range, but the force was too strong for even their power.

XXXXX

"She's off visiting her husband, no doubt." Demon Bart laughed, thinking of his guardian. Maude had often visited her husband when she felt that there was no other duties for her to perform. "I wonder how God would react if he found out she was betraying his trust?"

He actually kind of preferred her around, though. Demon Bart had nothing to do in prison, and even resorted to friendly conversation. Besides, he had a certain respect for her. He owed her husband his life, after all. I wonder if he would have defended me if he knew what I was going to become? Oh, well, that's in the past… well, my past.

Slowly, his former strength began to return and he pounded against the barriers. Bart yelled in fury musing about his failed attempts to break free in the past. True, the dome was heavily battered, but nothing had yet shattered it. 2 months ago, he attempted his sonic scream, but even that failed.

Bart focused on his hate for his younger self. Why was he allowed to be happy when all he had was misery? All he wanted to do was burn Springfield to the ground, to where not even ruins remained of the city. As for his weakness… there were many ways of torturing a child.

"I wonder if he's used his abilities on Sideshow Bob?" He thought to himself. "Probably not; that is, unless there was no other way out. Ha, I can't believe I used to be so weak.

And yet he beat me. That thought was more than a little unsettling. True, he was amazingly lucky, and even then, could not finish his superior, but still… the fact he was beaten at all was amazing. "If Lovejoy and Piggum survived, they'd probably try to give him the medal of honor." Over the years, the best machinery humans had was sent against him, and were torn to shreds with pathetic ease. The only real challenge happened to be Professor Frink's inventions and eventually, even those were useless.

When he had nothing to do, Bart generally sunk into depression. He watched his family die over and over again, wishing he could have stopped it. You could have; you chose to keep your power rather than save their lives. "Shut up!" Bart roared, scaring away everyone nearby. He floated to the window and looked outside. It was always the same, but it was better than nothing.

"Hello, Bart; still here?" Maude asked kindly.

Like I have a choice, Bart rolled his eyes, but kept it to himself. She was the only one who was even remotely tolerable. "I've been trying to keep myself occupied; it's not easy.

"I imagine it isn't; thinking about your family?" she smiled.

"Yes, and I'm trying not to. You try watching everyone you love slaughtered by an angry and then have them hunt you down day after day! Try not knowing when they'll find you and try to give you the same treatment!" He punched the dome with all his strength, making a large dent. A plan was beginning to form in his head.

"I can't imagine what it's like, but brooding on it won't help you. That tragedy has been averted here… despite your best efforts." She gave him a stern glare. Bart's evil self was more complex than she thought, but it didn't mean he got away with anything.

"Leave me alone; I don't want to remember that shit. My weakling self… he gets to enjoy having family and friends around! I have none of that! I've been alone for 15 years, and I'm trapped here for all eternity… assuming God doesn't execute me. That's starting to become a decent option." He had almost forgotten Maude was listening.

"Why execute you? You're trapped here with no way of escape. Besides, you can now see the error of your ways."

"Error? That city had to burn." His voice was soft, but it terrified Maude more than any shout he could have made. "They deserved everything I gave them and more."

"There is no revenge as harsh as forgiveness."

Now Bart was outright laughing. "Forgiveness?! This coming from a judgmental woman who believed anyone who didn't accept Jesus would burn in hell? Your so-called wisdom is worthless!" He knew he had struck a nerve. Maude had learned much since her death.

While she was silent, Bart weighed his options. If he tried and failed, he was doomed for sure, but how much worse could it be than the current situation. Let's see your precious dome contain this. He unleashed his wail, the force knocking him back against the dome. It ached terribly, but he did not slow for an instant. The dome crumpled and broke under the force and Bart punched his way out. "Finally! Surprised, Maude?"

She conjured a sword and rushed towards him, trying to stop him from leaving heaven. However, he encased her in a dome. "Let's see how you like it." He growled, but he couldn't quite bring himself to destroy her. The alarms went off, and an entire army surrounded him, numbering at least a few hundred. "Well, welcome to round 1, everybody! Losers perish!" Okay, maybe I should stop with the crappy dialogue. Oh, well; this should be a delightful exercise.

Bart immediately went into action, tearing through them. It was quite obvious that most had never been in combat and even the few who were fought in a battle between two opposing armies, not a single powerful opponent. "This is all you idiots can give me?" He smirked confidently, vaporizing another group. "Pathetic." The remaining angels proceeded cautiously, now truly knowing what the depth of his power was.

Even so, Bart was well aware that he was not at full strength after escaping from his prison. The only reason he stayed around was to have something to take his rage out on. The angels began bringing in heavy artillery, firing the cannon. Several struck Bart in the back, sending him spinning for a couple of seconds before he regained his trajectory.

He had to admit, that hurt. He put a shield around himself, deflecting shots as needed. He flew in circles, firing powerful shots that destroyed the machines. Despite this, though, he knew more would be coming and despite his current strength, he doubted he could take on the whole of Heaven's army. I haven't gotten this far by being stupid.

He hissed in pain as a sword cut his back, and immediately launched eye beams at the attacker. To his surprise, though, the angels were not destroyed. The few remaining on the battlefield retreated, letting them take over. "Probably guardians like Flanders." He muttered to himself. Bart launched his wail and took off, not checking to see what the result was.

He landed on the outskirts of Springfield, grinning. "This city will not escape its face; I will make sure of that." Sadness began to creep in, though. He thought of his weakling self, happy with his family. "Why does he have people who love him and I am stuck with absolutely nothing?!" He thought of his parents and sisters, wanting to see them again. Now that nothing stood in the way of his future, he did not have to do anything to them. As for his younger self… he could be replaced.

This time, boy, you won't escape.

Sounds ominous, right? This story is probably going to be longer than the last one, possibly by a considerable margin. I have the summary worked out in my head, although things can easily change. Despite what he's done, I can't help but feel a bit of sympathy for the older Bart. Hopefully, I'll be able to update in a week or two.