Inside the large meeting room, Countess Lydia stood at a podium at the end of the room watching the women pile in. When all the seats were filled she had one woman get up and check if anyone else was out there. The man at the check-in desk came running up before the woman could shut the door and said, "Will there be anything else?"
The woman looked up at her countess who seemed to be getting impatient and then said, "No I don't think so." She tried to close the door again but again the man jammed himself in the doorframe and said, "I'll send in room service with some snack for you fine ladies, okay?"
The lady at the door quickly said, "Great!" She then got the large door closed and then locked it. She turned around and gave a thumbs-up to Lydia.
Lydia gave a head nodded and the woman took her pervious seat. Lydia looked at the women and said, "Remove your shoes."
A clattering was heard throughout the entire meeting room as the women removed their shoes and all of them had square ends to their feet. Some of them began to rub their feet feeling the over washing sensation of freedom to be out of the restrictive footwear.
Lydia then pointed at all of them and said, "The wigs are next!"
Suddenly, all the women in the room removed their hair as most of them had irritated and Psoriasis-looking rashes on their bald heads. Scalp Rash caused by their heavy wigs.
"Now, you may extend those claws of yours."
A loud, meaty gnashing was heard as all the woman in the room had their nails chipped off by underlying claws that were malformed and looked like yellow bear claws that shouldn't belong on any human. Even on their toes did these claws come out and extended.
Lydia had not partaken in any of these acts. She was just watching the others go through their subtle but disgusting changes. She had a bigger and lengthier change to go through.
When she was satisfied that all the witches in the room had become comfortable, she then said, "And now, the masks."
Some of the women in the room only had some makeup to remove covering up discolored warts and blemishes. Others took off whole latex masks that covered their faces. Wrinkles and other deformed looking things on their faces were exposed. Big noses, small scratches from children they had put to only God knew what ends, pot-marks that indented their face making it look like road crews had worked on their faces, and growing hair that gave them visible mustaches and slight beards.
After that, Lydia still looked like her pretty self. She then saw all of them had gotten their masks off and she said to them, "Now, if you don't mind," Sounding sarcastic and mean, "I will prep myself."
She turned around and took a pose with her arms above her head and her one leg sensually outward. Putting a sexy emphasis on her back and backside. She then drove her fingernails into her back pulling all the skin right off her body. It came off easily like a flesh-colored coat and revealed a green scaly undersurface. Her entire being was changed and when she turned around she was an entirely different being.
She had this huge head with green scales and big lips with huge sharp teeth. Looking somewhat like a big-lipped alligator. Her whole body had become fat and her hips basically folded around the podium. Her butt protruding out at least four feet. She now stood at least twelve feet high and her eyes were bright purple beacons of evil. Her hands dug into the podium with claws that put all the others to shame.
She looked at the witches in the room and said, "Witches of Pine Peak," Her voice still had that lovely tone to it. "You're a disgrace!"
The witches in the room let out a collective gasp.
"Good for nothing! Not more then a couple of minutes ago did I trip on a rugrat in this very lobby!" She said, pointing to the locked doors. She continued on, "This place swarms with vermin! I cannot eat them all myself!"
Whispering began amongst the witches.
"Silence!"
Silence was indeed observed.
"I am tired of this incompetence! I have a plan though. One that will…"
Suddenly, a grey and brown kitten ran across the floor and the small girl from before followed the kitty out into everyone's view. Most of the witches looked on in disgust and horror but Lydia had a disgusting smile slide across her deformed face. One with drool dripping from her gargantuan-like maw. She threw the podium to the side and grabbed the girl by her back.
The kitten hid in the corner hissing at the big, ugly monster.
Lydia held up the girl and growled at her. "I haven't had a snack yet." Her tongue flopped out of her mouth and she began to shove the kid down her hungry maw when suddenly a knock came at the door.
The girl's feet dangled above Lydia's teeth when she heard the knock and Lydia looked at the door with the girl still in her clutches.
The witch from before, that had closed the doors, looked at the door and shrugged her shoulders. Lydia motioned towards the doors angrily saying, "Get rid of them!"
The witch jumped out of her chair with vigor and went up to the doors and leaned into the doors and asked, "Who is it?"
A man's voice came through, "Room service."
"Come back later! We don't want any…"
Suddenly, the doors were kicked open sending the witch flying backwards and crashing into several rows of chairs. There, in the large door frame, stood Dante holding the Rebellion over his shoulders with a sly smile on his face and a quick glace at the entire room, "Oh but I insist!"
He walked into the meeting room with a spin of his sword and looked down the rows of chairs with all of the witches in the chairs. His boots making an echo on the hardwood floors of the meeting room. He was walking right towards Lydia as he said, "Well now, I can see why you ladies need your privacy. I mean look at her," He said pointing to a witch across the room with his sword, "Good god, looks like her mother had sex with a donkey!"
The witch he was pointing at growled at him with this jutting mouth of hers not to mention her discolored and disjointed teeth.
He made progress down the rows until he came five feet from Lydia and acted surprised, "And whoa!" He said reeling backwards, over exaggerating his situation. He saw the stretched purple attire knowing it was Lydia. "Anybody tell you the dragon look is out!"
She threw the kid at the wall and Dante instinctively acted. He jumped for the kid and grabbed her by her stomach. He landed on the floor with her in hand. He let her go gently and she fearfully went to go get her kitten. She picked it up and suddenly there was a witch right in her face ready to rip her limb from limb.
Spinning Ivory in his hand, Dante sent one bullet right through the witch's skull and the child killing woman fell down to the wooden floor dead. The small girl ran right back to her red-coated savior and he looked down at her. "Sorry dear, this show is for adults only."
She looked at the witches with a frightened look and then looked back up at Dante, "Thanks again mister."
She started to make her way out of the meeting room with at least three witches going for her. Dante easily shot them away gaining most of the room's attention as the girl had escaped.
Dante tucked Ivory back under his coat and looked around the room. He spun his sword with one hand and said to Lydia, "Well you wanted to see me play. You've already seen the opening act. How about the main event?"
The entire room launched at him and he couldn't help himself from saying, "Showtime!" They were just deformed humans to Dante. Not much more powerful then average humans. He easily turned the entire room into a bloodbath. The ladies being cut and sliced into chunks of meat by Dante's demon killing blade.
Before he was done, he had his sights set on two witches who ran out of the room in fear of the blood-splattered demon slayer. Dante held Rebellion proficiently and just spun the sword back onto his back.
He turned back around and Lydia was in front of him ready for war. She was breathing heavily and was ready to tear the meddlesome, white haired man apart.
Dante just made a slight smile and said, "Well, maybe this will be a bit fun!"
Purple beams blasted from Lydia's eyes and Dante jumped away dodging the two beams of energy. The two beams slashed through the room like lasers blowing away the chairs and singeing the floor black.
Landing were the podium use to be, Dante pulled both of his guns and sent a hailstorm of bullets right into Lydia's back. Lydia cried out with pain and fell to the ground and Dante halted the assault. Lydia looked back at him and said, "Please, you wouldn't do this to a lady, would you?"
Dante jumped down and put his guns back pulling his sword. He swung it in front of him and said, "You ma'am are no lady."
He raised his sword but suddenly Lydia had him in her grasp and sent him through at least two rows of seats. He stopped just short of going through the wall but shook it off like he had just fallen in some sand.
She came at him like a raging bull but he whipped his sword in front of him and drove his blade right through her throat. She choked as she took the blade in her mouth and he just casually said, "Now, for the final act."
He then ripped his sword upward and sliced Lydia's head right in half. The large monster spurted a dark colored blood and fell to the floor like a knocked over building. A rumble came up through the floor boards as the impact even shook Dante.
He just grabbed the collar of his coat and shook it off returning his sword to the sheath on his back. He walked out of the room with dead bodies everywhere including the monster.
In the doorway were at least five shocked hotel employees including the man at the check-in desk. He stood with his mouth a gap as Dante pushed past him. With a melancholy tone to his voice, Dane clearly said, "Send the bill to a guy named Morrison. He'll take care of all the damage."
Dante walked out of the hotel and saw Lady there on a bright blue motorcycle. She revved the engine with her two guns at her hips and her rocket launcher on her back. She was wearing a visor helmet that was the same color as the bike.
Flipping up the back tails of his coat, Dante got on behind her and Lady looked back at him with the visor on her helmet up, "So, did you dust the witch?"
Situating himself, he said, "Like a coffee table."
"I hope you didn't tell the hotel to send the bill to Morrison."
"Now come on, what kind of guy do you take me for?"
"I was just going to say," She revved the engine as she said, "He'd probably clear some of your tab if you didn't." The engine quieted as she finished. "Since it was a favor to me."
"I know it was a favor to you, what was that middle part?"
"Buckle up." She said, putting the visor down on her riding helmet and took off like a blazing blue bullet. The two of them disappeared as the little girl was waving goodbye to Dante from a window in the hotel. The tiny kitten still in her loving arms.
(A/N: Reviews are always welcomed. Let me know if this is something you would like to see continued or should I just give it up now. Unlike a lot of my other stories I have no planned ending in sight to this so it will go on and on for awhile. Only if you want it to though. Really don't want to waste the site's time on stuff you don't like.)