Angel had been driving around in his Viper in the middle of the night, whilst investigating a new lead on a coven of witches who were planning on wreaking havoc using dark magic. There were some unexplainable goings on at the local movie theatre and Angel wanted to know what was behind them. He looked at the speedometer, it was 60, he thought to himself that he ought to speed up before someone else got killed. He increased his speed to 70 as he cruised down the highway, when a large blob blocked his path in the road.
It was a humungous, fish like creature with solid, slippery scales that approached his as he slammed on the brakes and crashed into the blob's stomach. The airbags in the viper deployed and Angel could not see what hit him as something bashed his head. His face was smothered in the bag, but his head hurt due to the crushing blow. "What the heck are you doing in the road?" He asked the unidentified blockade.
"I was looking for you" It hissed.
Angel's vision slowly began to clear, when he realised he was out of the car, halfway in the air, and imprisoned in a gigantic, slime covered fist. The vampire's eyes gazed at the creature and he suddenly realised that it was an extremely large Cthala/Poisedonus demon. It was a mixture of a fish, the devil and Jabba the Hut in appearance, judging by how fat and grotesque he was. Angel had to pause for a moment to understand what was happening to him before asking. "What do you want from me? I'm not Han Solo!"
"Shut your fucking mouth, you bastard!" The demon shouted in Angel's ear. "A traitor like you has no right to be cocky to Grashorp."
"Grashorp, I've heard your name, I met him last week at Caritas. He's a friend of Lorne, who are you?" Angel was confused. Grashorp was the Cthala demon who had employed him to carry out a job. He was much smaller and rather foppish looking compared to his captor.
"Silence immortal, I am Grashorp, you killed my brother Mashorp, My father Blashorp, and my"
Grashorp fought back tears and scraped Angel's forehead with his disgusting, filthy claw. He screamed frantically in Angel's ear. "My mother and my sisters. You killed them and you raped them and you are going to pay."
Angel yelled in pain as blood poured over his eyelids. "I don't know what you're talking about, I haven't done anything."
The demon looked at the vampire with contempt and completely disbelieved him. "You're Angel?"
"Yes?"
"You're coming with me, you have an important appointment you need to keep."
"What?"
Angel looked up at Grashorp yet again in confusion, when his chest began to feel tight as he was being squeezed into submission. The slimy fist whammed onto his head and he slipped into unconsciousness.
A second, much thinner demon, with tiny horns and wearing glasses emerged from the shadows. He bore the silhoutette of a kindly creature, one unsuited to his allotted task. He was driving a clapped out Ford Escort that had seen better days. It had clearly been stolen, judging by the broken passenger window. On the back seat of the car, were a set of medieval style manacles and shackles.
Grashorp threw Angel into the back of the Escort and locked his hands and feet securely in the bonds. "Rodrad, let's go?" He asked the smaller demon.
Rodrad looked at their prisoner and saw that he was fully incapacitated. "Are you sure all that's necessary?" He asked his leader.
"You're always such a soft bitch, Roddie, that's why you're the fucking driver and I'm the muscle."
"Are you sure we've got the right guy? I thought the vamp we were looking for was bigger and less poofy looking"
"Yes, that's him, I know he don't look much, but he's our killer. Don't know what Alora wants to do to him but I sure know what I'd like to do."
"Rape and kill him?"
"Yep exactly. Now drive, before I have to whack his brains out again."
The Cthalas drove for around 20 minutes until the car's engine gave out. Rodrad started to push the car while Grashorp sat in the back laughing at him and keeping Angel safely under lock and key. "Are we moving yet? He asked. Rodrad sighed for the tenth time in a row in fatigue. "We would be if you helped me."
Grashorp called him a useless prick and told Rodrad to get in the car. He lifted up the car and it's occupants and gave them a violent shake. The car still didn't work. Rodrad looked at the larger demon apologetically and said. "You know we are out of gas, right?"
Grashorp, in his anger dragged Angel and Rodrad out of the car, put one of them in each of his fists, and proceeded to walk the rest of the 5 mile journey to the portal behind the abandoned Blockbuster Video store.
When they eventually arrived, Rodrad pulled a small book out of his vest pocket and chanted 3 magic words. A rift opened in the portal and the group were sucked into a medieval style castle in the Gothkok dimension.
Angel was still unconscious and was lying on the floor. The Cthalas dragged him by his chains down 4 flights of stairs as they descended into the lowest depths of the dungeons. The minimal light that was cast by the flame lit lanterns did not mask the obvious blood that dripped from an open wound on the back of his head as it scraped against the stone tiles on the steps. Rodrad grasped Angel's ankles and locked him into the shackles that were on the floor, as Grashorp began to string him up by his arms in the room that had been allocated for Angel's interrogation.
Alora was waiting for them with a worried look on her face. She asked the demons "This is the guy? This scrawny piece of meat is him?"
Rodrad nodded in the affirmative and Alora asked the demons to secure him tightly and then leave her alone with him. Rodrad did not want to go, but as he was about to speak, Grashorp lifted him up in the air and they left the building promptly.
Alora looked at the vampire in front of her again with a look of painful disgust and contempt. She struggled to stare at him in the darkness that consumed the room. It was a bare dungeon with a stone floor. There was nothing apart from the stool which she was sitting on, a table with surgical instruments upon it, and the rusted manacles which shackled Angel to the wall.
"You killed my father, Angel, you killed him in cold blood and all of my family and I'm going to make you pay."
She grabbed the largest knife and held it to Angel's throat. She hesitated a moment and she gazed at his bare neck and then she plunged it into at his bare neck and then she plunged it into his right shoulder blade.