Chapter 3: Daemons! At The Disco! Why Is That Stripper Purple?
*Count Bleck's Plan - Super Paper Mario, starts playing*
Slaanesh was all alone in the "Chaos Council", where the four Chaos Gods would meet, while the others were off doing their own thing in their own personalized space. The only way the Chaos Gods could cast a portal, spell, or anything that has to do with the outside world, had to pass through here. Slaanesh desperately wanted to do something to pass the time.
"I'm soooooooo bored."
Slaanesh was juggling two daemonettes like balls. The two lesser Daemons were having fun.
"Wheeee!"
"Hahaha!"
Slaanesh remembered how the Eldar birthed him/her. The Eldar became so bored with their seemingly long lifespan that they got bored of normal entertainment. They experimented with drugs, sex, and technology. They lived for the thrill of pleasure. Soon their murder-fucking got so out of hand, that a giant gaping portal through the Immaterium and the Material realm was open. This portal was The Eye of Terror, and the birthplace of Slaanesh. Slaanesh felt sorrow for them, for they are all gone, vanished, no more to mess with.
"...Mommy, are you ok? You're making us feel sad too."
The god stopped and saw her two daemonettes. The two of them were frowning, with the bigger chested one having tears roll down her eyes. He/She put them on his/her left shoulder. Normally, Slaanesh would only let Daemons of higher status near him/her. However, since the Warp was weak and the Chaos Gods did not have much power, she decided to shake loose of that policy. After all, it does bring great joy to her subjects.
"So, what are your names?"
"I am Izar and my sister here is Thallnia."
Izar was a daemonette with thick tentacle hair that combed all the way back to her head and pale, white skin. Two small black horns protruded from her forehead and curled upward. Her eyes were yellow with black pupils that pierced your very soul. Her clothing was… very attractive in a way. A long loincloth hanged down from her waist and a tied up purple rag covered her E Cup breasts. The symbol of Slaanesh branded these two pieces of skimpy clothing. She had one crab claw that replaced her right hand. The most alarming feature about her was the mysterious bulge popping from her loincloth.
"Yes, Prince of Pleasure, we are delighted to be your personal playmates. But why are you sad?"
Thallnia was a complete contrast to Izar, starting with her light purple skin. Her G Cup breasts bulged out of her miniscule bra. The rather revealing clothes was accompanied with a thong that was almost tearing, and seemingly just a simple amount of concentrated pressure would cause a hole. Her arms were surprisingly normal compared to that of the needle and crab claws of a normal Daemonette. Her eyes were pitch black, with white pupils that darted lustfully under her pointed elven-ears. A pair of horns protruded from her forehead and superior to those features is possibly hair with a rather slimy texture, and a pony tail that was more of a cluster of small tentacles. No one could never forget her tall and well built body.
"I know you two remember the Eldar, correct?
"Why yes my master. Me and Izar have always fought against them."
"I just feel lonely without them. They were the ones who birthed—well, us! I have all their souls but it doesn't feel right, like I should not have killed them off."
"Now that you mention it mistress, I do miss them…"
Soon Slaanesh started tearing up, with her Daemonettes trying to comfort her.
"It doesn't feel right…"
The three lustful Daemons soon heard the recognisable noise of a night club. It felt as if the whole universe was shaking. Slaanesh finally stopped weeping.
"What is that alluring bass coming from?!"
He/she turned on the Immaterial tv and witnessed a gigantic night club. This club was the infamous "Satan's Hellhole!", a club the size of two Warehouses stacked on top of eachother. It's enormous size was perfect for multiple men (and possibly women) to horde into this nightclub to meet sexy, female (and possibly male) strippers. This building was located in the 8th most visited city in the world, New York. This was reputable to be the happiest place for the loneliest adults.
"Daemonettes, I think it's time we bring much needed excess to the mortal realm."
"Yes my lord!"
"Yes my mistress!"
From out of nowhere a portal sucked the two lesser Daemons and brought them behind the nightclub. Slaanesh turned around to see Tzeentch, Khorne, and Nurgle, standing from the doorway.
"Khorne summoned up that portal and we all heard your crying."
"You may be the sickest son of a bitch I have ever known, but you still are my brother…or sister, I honestly don't know."
Khorne then walked to Slaanesh and hugged him/her. But Slaanesh only felt pain when he/she was hugged intensely by Khorne.
"Now, let's watch your daughters. We will help from the sidelines."
"You truly are the best siblings."
Meanwhile, In New York City, New York…
"Ooooo, this place looks magnificent, doesn't it Thallnia?"
"I hope it's as beautiful on the inside!"
"But how do we get in? We can't just walk in on a nightclub like this."
("Daemonettes, this is Slaanesh! Do you hear me?")
The two lesser Daemons heard their master from the Warp, his/her voice amplified with great royalty. Izar responded with glee.
"Oh yes great one! We hear your voice!"
("Tzeentch has just informed me that the 'Satan's Hellhole!', this enormous building, is hiring new ladies for their demon themed second floor! That area is the newest addition to the business and will attract most of the attention to you. All you have to do is ace the auditioning tonight and you'll be set.)
"Yes, Slaanesh, we do your bidding."
"(Hello there Daemonettes, it is Tzeentch. I will grant you the power to shape shift into humans so you can get inside. Your bodies are already humanoid so it won't take long. Hold still please.")
The Daemonettes felt a jolt of power course through them, and with that power came their transformation. Their bodies were Caucasian colored and their tentacles turned to hair. The hair was white and cut into a perfect bob cut. Izar was dressed in a simple yellow T-shirt with the symbol of Slaanesh, blue jeans, and high heels. Thallnia wore a blue sundress to cover her large breasts. Blue Flip Flops were worn as footwear. A small and cute nose appeared on the both of them. The two sisters now looked like Sisters of Battle if they went to the beach for a vacation.
"Ooohhh, if only I could see the humans in the Imperium wear this!"
"Hmm, I'm not used to wearing panties, and these jeans are seriously making my marvelous butt, smaller."
(Now before you go, I will give you your own bag of props and "costumes". The strippers here are required to dress like sexy demons and will be either supplied with costumes and makeup or be prepared with their own. So these bags will be an excuse for your transformations."
The two sisters came out from the back of the nightclub with their two bags and found 4 separate lines in getting inside. The first and second line led to the first floor while the third went to the second floor. The fourth line was empty and lead a possible changing room.
(Go to the fourth line, that's where they are auditioning.)
The two daemons went to the fourth line while passing the three previous lines.
A man whistled.
"Damn girl!"
His partner, by his side commented,
"Never seen a damsel rocking that style."
"Uhhh, Jeremy, I think we should split up."
"Huh!? Why?!"
"I think I like girls more than boys now."
Men were obsessing over the two attractive ladies and women were becoming sexually confused. Thallnia spoke to the crowd in a boasting manner.
"Sorry, none of you are my type anyway."
She suddenly dashed to a pink long-haired girl with a white headband with two red horns on it.
"Except for you, darling. What's your name?"
"Umm, uhhhh!"
Thallnia pecked the girl on her cheek and walked away.
"Beatrice…."
Meanwhile, in the Immaterium…
*Count Bleck's Plan - Super Paper Mario, starts playing*
"Impressive how your Daemonettes can make themselves attractive to anyone."
"They were created for maximum pleasure, and to please the mortal eye."
"The question is, will they be able to make the part?"
Meanwhile, back at "Satan's Hellhole!"...
The sisters walked to the fourth line and saw a bald bouncer in a black shirt and jeans, wearing a pair of aviators. The man was surprisingly not allured by the looks of the two.
"So, you two wanna become the next big strippers of this club?"
"Yes, my name is Star and my sister here is…"
"Teresa."
The bouncer took a look at the two and walked around them in a circle. He then touched their breasts to see if they were fake.
"Hmmm, alright, you're in girls. The changing room is to the left room down this hall. Auditions are right by changing room."
The two girls walked down the hallway and entered the changing room, where 6 other girls were changing and dressing up. The outfits they wore were good, but not good enough."
"Tails? Who honestly uses those anymore."
"Hush sister, don't attract their attention."
The two of them went into a wide changing room and stripped themselves of their clothing. They saw the mark of Slaanesh on both of their stomachs.
"My, my, sister you look arousing!"
Izar then slapped Thallnia's meaty ass.
"I could say the same to you, but your breasts are lacking."
Thallnia then groped Izar's breasts, causing her to moan a little.
(STOP TRYING TO MAKE THIS INTO A LEMON FANFIC AND TRANSFORM ALREADY!)
The daemonettes were shocked into submission. In a flash of light, the two had their dresses off and their "costumes" were ready.
(Wait a moment girls, there's one last thing I should do before you get out there."
The Daemonettes in their "costumes" suddenly had their skin changed to a bright red to fit the demon theme of the club.
(Now you look like the modern demons from hell.)
The two twins smiled and Thallnia opened the door. The six other contestants looked towards the opened door and saw the two daemons. Every girl was surprised to see someone usurp them in their own designs. Some even looked away in shame on how the "costumes" of the Daemons looked too realistic. One girl with blonde hair, devil horns, painted red skin, and a tail, walked up to them and started asking questions.
"Wow! Nice outfit! That crab claw looks crazy!"
"Thank you, me and my sister were always interested in dress up. Especially in the horror aspect."
"What are your names?"
"I am Star and my busty sister here is Teresa."
"Your costumes are over the top! You're wearing like a tribal outfit and Teresa is just going with the modern approach. What do you call yourselves?"
"We like to call ourselves Daemonettes."
The bouncer from before opened the door, startling everyone except the sisters.
"Alright girls, who's up first?"
The dressed up mortal said her final words to the daemonettes.
"Good luck! Better hope those panties don't fall off while your on stage."
"Who ever said I was wearing panties?"
The cosplayer was surprised and deeply blushed. The daemonettes were already out the door.
Meanwhile, a day after the audition in the Warp…
"Ooohhh, look at them go! Those are my girls!"
"Do not forget, Slaanesh, that other mortals made the cut too. I believe they are on par with your daughters. Or should I say, daughter and son?"
"Well Nurgle it's two girls. One of them is a futanari, am I correct Slaanesh?"
"Yes Tzeentch you are correct. A futanari, Nurgle, is still a female but has a penis. This doesn't change her gender and can come in a variety of ways. Though I doubt you would want to hear all of it."
"How could I tell what's a futanari and what's not? There could be feminine males out there."
"Futanaris have natural breasts and can possibly have-"
The three gods talked about the subject of feminine hermaphrodites while Khorne was watching the dance Izar and Thallnia were putting on.
"-but natural human futanaris are impossible to create, unless you're me of course… Khorne, is there something wrong?"
The three gods stopped talking and looked to Khorne.
"Wasn't this all a plan to get more souls for the Warp? When will we make our move?"
"I believe the time should be right now, but we should make a diversion so the Daemonettes won't get caught. Tzeentch?"
"I'm already ahead of you. I have tasked Xenon to bust through the roof of the nightclub. In a minute he will cause panic. Then your Daemonettes will start a ritual that will take 10 seconds, killing everyone, revealing their souls, and whisking them away into the warp. The perfect plan."
Meanwhile, at the Nightclub…
The sisters were catching everyone's attention at "Satan's Hellhole". They turned and danced on their poles and were practically attracting everyone's attention. Thallnia barely had to try, for everyone was infatuated by her tall and somewhat muscular body. Izar stopped for a moment and lifted up her loincloth.
"WHAT?!"
"LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH!"
"I'M SEXUALLY CONFUSED, BUT I'M NOT COMPLAINING!"
The crowd went wild at her sudden surprise, with cheers and screaming went about. The two strippers were even more revealing in their dances, eventually stripping completely. Thousands of dollars were thrown at them and they were asking for an encore. Thallnia addressed the crowd before she and her sister left for their "break".
"Sorry folks but our time is up! See you tomorrow!"
"I hope you enjoyed my little surprise! It will be the last time you see it!"
The two sister went back into the changing room of the second floor and went back into their human forms. No one was in sight, and it was time.
Meanwhile, on the roof of "Satan's Hellhole"...
A portal appeared in the sky from the Immaterium, and plopped out a memorable Pink Horror of Tzeentch.
"Ah yes, the sweet feeling of the realm opposite to the Immaterium. Time to change the fate of a thousand lives!"
Xenon was back and with a new book. This book with the symbol of Tzeentch contained a few spells and such that would pave the road for him to become a Herald of Tzeentch. Heralds were the most elite of Lesser Daemons, and are usually the most powerful and intelligent. They lead daemonic hordes into battle for their Chaos God as commanders. The Daemons that could become Heralds are Bloodletters of Khorne, Pink Horrors of Tzeentch, Plaguebearers of Nurgle, and Daemonettes of Slaanesh. And Xenon was eager to please Tzeentch.
"Now, to break in!"
*FWOOSH*
The Horror broke through the ceiling and everyone stopped. He landed on the bar on the left side of the long room and casted a spell.
"Rood ym ta ginkconk eb ti nac ohw?
Erom on ereh dnuor' emoc t'nod, yaw' og!"
All the doors in the room locked and melted, no one could escape now. Soon, the mortals started panicking and were trying to find ways out. Not even the vents could be used to escape.
Meanwhile, in the changing room of Satan's Hellhole…
"Are you ready sister?"
"For Slaanesh!"
The two sisters started a dark ritual. They summoned a glyph on the floor, which formed into the 8-pointed Star of Chaos. Warp energies flowed around them and the room had a pink glow. Dark Tongue, the terrible language of all Daemons of the Warp, was spoken as the dark ritual begun. Izar spoke the first part of the incantation.
"Emoclew ot eht nawD fo raW lairotut. Yb gninetsil
ot em dna gindaer eht txet taht sraeppa ni siht egassem xob, uoy lliw nrael woh ot yalp a hsimriks emag."
Thallnia finished the last part of the incantation.
"Eht esuom si ruoy yramirp dohtem fo gniyevrus eht elttab, gnitceles stinu dna serutcurts, dna gniussi sredro!"
The ritual was complete and a silence entered the entire second floor. The sisters walked out in their disguises to find everyone lay dead in the floor, no blood, no decapitation, just limp shells of human flesh. All of their souls were scattered around the ground, burning like a blue flame.
"Good job sisters! But there's a problem."
"What could that problem be?"
"Yeah, we got the souls, can't we just take them back?"
"These souls cannot go through the Warp, we have to find a way to transport them."
Izar walked over to one soul and grabbed it with her claw.
"What about, THIS?!"
*SNAP*
Through great willpower, she crushed the innocent soul, disintegrating it.
Meanwhile, in the Warp…
"OOOOHHHHH, oohhhh, I feel it!"
"Feel what, brother?"
"The soul Izar just destroyed, I feel it in the Warp."
"Hey wait…. I do feel it!
"He now writhes in the Immaterium!"
"We must destroy these souls!
Meanwhile, in Satan's Hellhole…
(Xenon, Izar, Thallnia! Crush the souls! That's the only way Chaos will grow. With more destroyed, their souls reform in the Warp.)
*SNAP*
*CRUNCH*
*FWOOOSSSHHH*
One by one the souls were destroyed. Punches, claws, knives, and Warp Fire were used by the Daemons. Soon, there was a banging at the door to downstairs.
"HEY WHAT HAPPENED IN THERE, WE'RE HERE TO HELP!"
The Daemons were now in a hurry to eradicate every soul in the room before the mortals broke down the door.
"Ok! We are done! Get the fuck out of here Xenon before they catch you!"
The Pink Horror was already out the room and jumped up from the ceiling. The two sisters ran back into the changing room in their disguises.
"What the hell?! Someone call the cops!"
Meanwhile, a week after the incident at Satan's Hellhole…
"Hello Maka and Soul! I've got an assignment for you two."
Maka and Soul were in the Death Room, Death's personal office, after walking through the Torii gates of the separate dimension. They were called in because of a disturbance in the East Coast of America.
"Do you two know of a building called Satan's Hellhole? It's a pretty famous place in New York."
Maka was the first to respond.
"No Lord Death, we never heard of a place by that name. It does sound important."
"Important it is, Maka. It's possibly the most visited establishment for entertainment in the world!"
Soul finally spoke.
"What's the service?"
"It's a nightclub with strippers!"
*Extreme nosebleed*
*THUD*
"IT'S A WHAT?! SHOULDN'T AN OLDER MEISTER AND PARTNER GO THERE INSTEAD?!"
"Yes, I was considering that, but I think it's time some of the students here start growing up and see the dark side of the world. And you two won't be alone in the investigation."
Soul recovered from his fantasizing and got up from the floor.
"Who are these other two that will be working with us?"
"Well… it's actually one. You see, he's a demon weapon like you, Soul, but he never had a partner to begin with. He chooses to go solo and doesn't even eat souls. He just kills them and others collect them for me."
"He sounds like an odd person, but we'll be ready, right Soul?
"Yeah! But when will we be going?"
Death answered in a jolly personality.
"Right now!"
*TINK*
In a flash of light, Maka and Soul were transported from DWMA to New York City. But they weren't in the bustling Time Square, they were in a dark alleyway with a streetlight illuminating the very center.
"Where did death take us? This place scares me…"
"Don't worry Maka, we're a team. We can find our way."
"Are you those two guys that came to help?"
Maka and Soul were spooked, frozen, frantically looking to see where the unknown voice was coming from. That's when they saw possibly the most insane looking man ever.
"Well, I don't have all day assholes!"
The man was cloaked in rags and scraps of metal held together by some duct tape, rust, and green paint. To top it off, the only thing truly solid, is his helmet with green beaming sockets that made his already large intimidating figure more so. His fairly visible forearms show scabs and blemishes and battle scars. His voice was a rough baritone, and cut through the air with a hint of sharpness in his pitch. He sounded like he was once a cars-salesmen or radio-announcer, but then got laryngitis.
"Uhhh…. my name is Maka and my partner here is Soul. We came from the DWMA to help assist a Demon Weapon with a Kinshin Egg problem."
"Don't tell me your the one who were supposed to help."
"Yeah, that's me, I need some help with that strip club or whatever, but it's gonna take awhile to get there, so we'll get my truck."
Maka decided to question the odd Demon Weapon.
"Wait, what's your name?"
"It's Karl. I've been hunting souls ever since I was a child."
Soul questioned Karl next.
"Jeez, you've been hunting souls for like, what, 50 years?"
The muscly man punched the brick wall he was standing next to in anger, breaking off a great amount of wall from the building.
"I'M NOT FUCKING 50 YOU ASS! I'M 20, I JUST HAVE A SHITTY VOICE!"
The two kids silenced themselves.
"Alright, just get over here and we'll go to that strip club. Even though it's illegal to bring kids in."
The three walked for 15 minutes until finding Karl's "truck" in a warehouse. It was a like large box with treads. It's length was 6.6 meters, it's width 4.5 meters, and its height 3.6 meters. The tank had two slits on the front for the driver to see. It had a great insignia on both sides of the vehicle and the top. It was a black, jawless, skull with a spiked half circle on the top. There was a smaller symbol of a white, 8 pointed, star on the skull's forehead. There was a large top hatch with two smaller hatches to the front of the tank for the driver, two large doors on the sides, and finally a large back door. The looks of the two teens gawked at this sight of this silver vehicle. Though it was boxy and armored, it had an air of royalty.
"This is my Mom's old tank she called a Rhino. She used to ride this around and run over those Kinshin assholes. So just stay here, I'll open the back door."
Karl jogged to the right door of the tank and somehow opened it. A few seconds later the Rhino was activated.
*Pshhhh, Kachunk*
The wide backdoor to the Rhino opened, with Soul and Maka going inside. Inside the Rhino, there were long benches to the left and right sides, with a control panel at the far right end, which was to the left of a large door retractable door. Maka and Soul approached the hulking box of steel that had the faint coppery smell of blood. The two teens saw inside was an armor that was a cold gray steel paired with resplendent clerical robes clashing the look of a paladin with it's curled pauldrons and a priest with the long flowing robes. It stood there on the wall with the helmet glaring into the two teen's eyes. Resting above the two crimson red eyes was a symbol the two recognized. A fleur-de-leis composed of what seemed to be pure gold with the bottom running in two thin gold bands above the eyes, with the main point resting with the two adjacent points on the forehead of the helmet. It felt as if the old wearer of the armor had great authority. Under the armor was a large looking gun that no normal human could ever hope to carry.
"Woah, Maka, look at that armor."
"What's with this skull symbol above the breasts?"
"Don't know, but I'm definitely trying on that helmet!"
*Ksssshhhhh*
"Hey you guys in here yet-"
Karl stopped to see Soul holding the silver helmet in his hands. He ran up to him and held him against the wall by his neck. Soul was terrified.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THE ARMOR YOU PRICK!"
"Let go of him he didn't know!"
Karl let go of Soul, punched him in the gut, and shooed the two young teens away. He put the helmet back, not before shining it thoroughly.
"Rule number 1 in the Rhino, never touch this armor set and weapon. Understand?!"
Maka and Soul stood there shaken, but had to the courage to nod their heads.
"Ok, lets go, I can't handle you shitheads messing up my vehicle."
He stomped back into the Driver's quarters, with the door closing.
*Hhhhhssssk*
*Hhhhsp, Kachunk*
All the doors of the Rhino were now sealed and the engine roared to life. The two could tell they were now out of the garage and were on the road to Satan's Hellhole. Maka flew back into the door with a thud.
"Umm, we're sorry about touching your stuff, please forgive us."
The door to the driver's seat opened to find Karl sitting at the wheel. He briefly looked at Maka and then back to the road.
"Yeah yeah I get it, you probably want to know about my mom, huh? How she got all this?"
"Yeah…"
"Get that delinquent in here too, he'd probably want to know about it."
Maka sat in the passenger seat while Soul stood above the both of them.
"Why's that armor so special to you anyway, old man?"
"It's special because that was my Mother's armor. She didn't say much for who she fought for but talked about some four gods she believed in. I never got to see my dad because he died before I was born and my mother died 8 years ago. I still have a picture of the two when they married."
Karl took out a picture of his mother and father and gave it to Maka. The kids were shocked and never took their eyes off the picture. It displayed a lovely looking young woman with black hair in a bob cut, wearing the same armor from the back room. Her eyes were blue, with lips bright red. She was holding hands with possibly the most intimidating man ever. He had a gray, and pale looking skin with eyes so white it was shinier than silver. He didn't have hair, but was bald and had smooth and untainted skin. His smirk was menacingly happy, as he held the other woman's hand. However, his most intimidating features was his armor and his height. He was seven feet tall with great black armor like a daemonic knight. His armor bore 8-pointed stars. Gold trimmings were present on his large pauldrons and chest plate. It was kind of humorous to see this nice looking woman holding hands with the satanic looking individual. The two were in front of a bright moon, with the sky being red and nightmarish. The two were happy together as they looked into the observer of the picture.
"Y-y-y-you have lovely looking parents, Mr. Karl."
"H-h-holy crap old man, your dad looks insane with that armor on.
"My dad was badass, dude. Wish I could've met him. But all that is past me. Now I wanna just kick ass for them. And I've come up with a cool and scary battlecry, wanna hear it?"
Maka and Soul looked at each other and frowned.
"Uhh, sure thing sir-"
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"
Maka and Soul jumped and screamed.
"AAAAHHHHH!"
Meanwhile, in the Warp…
*Count Bleck's Plan - Super Paper Mario, starts playing*
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"What's wrong brother? Did you realize violence isn't the only answer?"
"NO YOU MOLLUSK CRAP-HOLE! I JUST HEARD SOMEONE SCREAM OUT MY BATTLECRY ALL MY FOLLOWERS ALWAYS YELL OUT. REMEMBER?! 'BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!'?!"
"Oh yes, that. I can't find the person who said it though, it's like there's a seal somewhere—preventing me from finding them. But I can tell you one thing."
Slaanesh and Nurgle finally stopped their silence
"What is that, Tzeentch?"
"Three of those people from the DWMA are heading over to meet your daemonettes."
"Hmm, this will be fun!"
"Don't worry, I will send them a heads up ."
"Wait a minute… THEY ARE ARRIVING IN A RHINO?!"
"A WHAT?!"
"A WHAT?!"
"A WHAT?!"
The four Chaos Gods saw a silver Rhino with the symbol of the Argent Shroud, with a Star of Chaos on the skull's forehead.
"How can this be?! Is there a lost follower here?"
"That sounds impossible, I hope your not pulling my strings here!"
"Hmmm…. Oh wait a minute."
The three other Chaos Gods looked to Nurgle.
"Nurgle…"
"What did you do?"
"Uhhh, do you three recall that one time where a Celestian of the Argent Shroud and a Chaos Marine of the Black Legion were stranded on a desolate planet together?"
"Yes, I thought they died."
"Well they fell in love, I gave the marine the power to reproduce again, and they both escaped through the Warp with a ship I gifted them."
"Was there ANY reason why you did this?"
"They were a perfect couple! They were happy for eachother! I had to save them! And besides it was a thing I wanted to try doing, even though that's Slaanesh's job"
"Aww that's so sweet of you!"
"Let's just hope that they don't turn on our Daemons."
Meanwhile, 3 hours later in the New York…
Maka and Soul were sleeping, with both of their heads leaning against each other in a lovely way. They were in the troop carrier section, which was extremely wide and large. Karl Mar was still driving, listening to Linkin Loyalist, a band in which his mother was fond of.
"PUUUUUUUURRRRRGING WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITH MY KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN! Oh shit were here!"
*BAM BAM BAM*
Maka and Soul woke up to hear the banging of Karl. The two saw where they were and quickly got up and looked away, blushing.
"Y-yes were up, is something wrong?"
"Satan's Hellhole is just outside, I parked like 5 minutes away. And let me do the talking when we get there, I know a guy."
"Yo, Maka, you ready?"
"Yes."
Soon the three got out of the Rhino and headed towards the nightclub. You could feel the bass from miles away. When they arrived not a whole lot of people were there, only a half a quarter came.
"Well this place ain't so pretty, I'll have to ask Stitches."
"Who's Stitches?"
"Stitches is one of my friends, Maka. He's the bald bouncer over there all alone. I'm gonna go talk to him, come along."
The three walked down to the entrance and went to the fourth entrance.
"Stitches my man, how's it been?"
The bald man looked to Karl in surprise.
"Karl?! Where you've been? It's been a long time."
The two then fist bumped.
"You three here to investigate?"
"Yeah, these two, Maka and Soul, came all the way from the DWMA to help."
"That's good, because just last week two new girls named Star and Teresa joined the establishment. They've been making business boom. Until that one night a mysterious Kinshin came and took a shitload of souls. Probably a group of them at least. They couldn't even be sensed by the Meisters stationed in the Big Apple."
"Hey Maka, I forgot to ask, did you ever see into the soul of that pink Kinshin we killed before?"
"I couldn't, it was like he wasn't truly there."
"That sounds bad. But we should get this over with and kick some ass."
"Be my guest, Mar."
The bouncer let the three inside and told them to look into the second floor. The three went upstairs to find a sawed open door and looked inside the gigantic room. Thousands of body bags lay limp on the floor, with no one in sight. Other than two lovely ladies in nice clothing. One was slim with a great bust while the other had massive breasts and a bigger and semi-muscular body.
"Hey, are you three here to find more about that Kinshin who came in? Im Star and my sister here is Teresa."
"Sorry about your night last week. Sounds rough for the both of you."
Teresa decided to speak for the both of them.
"We were just changing in our room because our shift was over until we heard some Kinshin making enchantments. We then saw a pink looking Kinshin just stuffing all the souls into a bag and then ran off."
"Pink Kinshin?! Maka didn't we fight a guy like that before."
"Wait so you two killed this guy already?"
"Y-yeah..."
The three mortals pondered whilst the Daemons in disguise shivered in fear.
Meanwhile, in the Immaterium…
*Count Bleck's Plan - Super Paper Mario, starts playing*
"HOLY SHIT THATS HIM!"
"IS THAT THEIR CHILD?!"
"HOW COULD I NOT SENSE THIS?!"
"THEY HAD A SON! THIS FILLS ME WITH GLEE!"
"EVERYONE STAY CALM, I KNOW HOW TO TELL HIM THE TRUTH!"
"But how?! We can't just fight him!"
"Well actually that was my idea. Look, it's simple. We have Izar fight Maka and Soul, whilst the cultist, which I believe is Karl, fights Thallnia. Thallnia is the smarter and level headed of the two."
"Alright, hopefully they'll succeed in having him join Chaos."
Meanwhile, in Satan's Hellhole…
The three hunters were now huddled together with the two strippers staring.
"Guys, now that we've been talking, I'm starting to look at the two strippers and realize they look like my mom. And that's super wierd."
"Yeah… now that you think about it old man, too similar."
"You two are just talking about the bob cuts!"
"Dude I'm starting to think they caused this shit. Look at them! They have the perfect disguises on!"
"How can you even test that?!"
"Watch this girly, I'm gonna be fucking right about this."
Karl then turned to the two "human women"
"If your not a Kinshin-"
*SHING*
*CHAKCHAK*
The four people in the room were terrified to see Karl's left forearm and hand, turn into a massive gun. A belt of the heavy ammunition automatically fed from a compartment in the back of his armor directly into the chamber from the left side of his armor. The shells blasted out of a skull's mouth on the right side, and it's eyes glowed red when the barrel overheats. Skulls, patterns of spikes, a gold spelling of unpronounceable syllables, and etchings of a kill count that got so high the wielder just gave up and scratched in numbers, were proudly displayed on the exterior. The engravings in this case, served an actual tactical advantage, which were to impale, stab, and club anything within his range when need be with it's spikes and golden sharp ornaments laid on. Near the end, inches from the barrel's protrusion was a rough metal grip with grooves, fitting for a massive human's hand, presumably to reduce the ridiculous recoil of this canon. The diameter of the barrel was probably enough to fit a human head inside, and it was sculpted to look like the maw of an evil demonic monster.
"THEN DODGE THIS!"
*DAKKA*
In a flashing light, Star turned from her human self into a monster, a very sexy monster. The massive bullet was caught with a ginormous craw claw.
"HOLY SHIT! THAT'S A BIG GUN! HOW CAN YOU EVEN CARRY THAT?!"
"Since when do you curse, Maka?!"
"So, how did you find out we were Kinshin in the first place?"
"Well one, you look like my mom with those bob cuts, but white. Secondly, no one could look THAT beautiful. It's impossible.
Teresa in a flash of light changed back into her "Kinshin" form. Revealing an even taller version of Izar, with a flowing ponytail.
"I'm Izar, and my bigger sister here is Thallnia. I hope you'll have fun tonight. Ufufu."
"You two ready for this?"
Karl looked to see Soul nosebleeding on the ground with Maka covering up his face with tissues.
"Goddamnit. You two take care of the skinny chick, the thick one is mine."
"Oohhh, is that a compliment?"
"Of course it is! I mean look at your tits! They're massive."
"I'm still going to slaughter you! DIE!"
The "Kinshin" pounced on Karl and started punching him relentlessly with her muscly arms. He blocked all blows with his weapon and ran to the changing room of the second floor. Thallnia followed after him.
"Looks like it's the three of us!"
"Soul, get up! Turn into a scythe."
Soul couldn't handle the beauty of the "Kinshins".
"Oook, Maka. I'll try."
*WOOOSH*
"I see your friend can't resist my beauty, but how long can you last?"
Izar started dancing lustfully in front of the girl. Maka was starting to feel odd.
"Wha-wha-what's happening? I'm feeling dizzy."
"Trust me dear, it's only a natural behavior of the human body. Mind if I see what's wrong? Ufufu."
Meanwhile, in the Death Room…
"Hohoho! Those Kinshins sure are hot! They're like white and purple orchids dying to get some love from me!"
*DEATH CHOP*
Maka's father, Spirit, was hit by Death really hard on the head, making him fall over.
"Uhg, I yearn for the day when you would stop
womanizing. It's really starting to get worse."
Spirit looked up at Death in his prone state.
"But you have to admit they are attractive in a way. A kind of unholy way!"
"Let's just hope Karl gets them out of trouble."
Spirit finally got up and became serious.
"Why are you relying on Karl so much?"
"His father was a beast of a man. He stood almost taller than me, and with his weapon he called a Bolter, decimated many Kinshin. His mother was impressive as well and was a good match with his father. What scared me about the two was that their souls were in the shape of an 8-pointed star.
"A star?"
"The two weren't even wielding demon weapons at all, yet somehow they survived for many years, with only me knowing their existence. I've talked with them before and talked about the 4 gods they worshipped, but they never spoke their names. Must have been too sacred of a subject to speak of. So now their son follows their path, but with his soul being half of that 8-pointed star."
"This guy and his weapon is impressive, maybe he can find a partner and have an astounding soul resonance."
"It's not possible. Another soul must match with his like a puzzle piece. In his special circumstances, it would be impossible to find a soul to match his."
Meanwhile, in the changing room…
"So, wanted to kill me huh?"
"Haha, no not exactly. I just wanted to talk."
The room glowed an eerie pink and felt like time had stopped.
"Thanks to the Chaos Gods, this room is now sealed! No one else can get in, out, hear, or even gaze upon this room with a magic vision. Not even Death can see us!"
"Wait, Chaos Gods? You mean they're real?! I thought it was an agnostic thing!"
"Oh no, they're real. Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, the Gods of the Warp, have seen you. They found out your the son of two of their followers. Your mother and father were followers of Chaos and were apart of the Black Legion, the greatest army of Chaos Undivided. They both ended up on this backwater world as hunters of the Kinshin."
"Holy crap….. then you're not a Kinshin?"
"No, I am much worse. I am a Daemon of Slaanesh. More specifically, a Daemonette. Let us sit down to make this less awkward."
The two found a small, plastic table and sat down on some seats. Karl put his Bolter away and the Daemonette still had her musty appearance. The two sat and talked for 5 minutes until Karl came up with the conclusion of his backstory.
"So you're telling me I'm the son of a badass, genetically enhanced, super soldier who worshipped daemons while my mom was a badass Nun who believed in a godly version of Conan the Barbarian?"
"Basically yes."
"FUCK YEAH DUDE THAT'S AWESOME. How can I meet these Chaos Gods?"
"Wait so your not mad?"
"No! I always wanted to be like my parents, and if I'm working for four different types of Satans, I'm in! Where do I start?!"
"Oohhh, your excitement is getting me horny! Ok, so you can just sign my tits then your set!"
"Seriously? Is that how this contract shit works?"
"No stupid you just have to draw the mark of Chaos on your body and start worshipping them."
"How do you even know all of this?"
"I know all of this because the 4 gods are literally yelling this into my head."
"Then I'll just have to get some paint and shit."
"But before you do that-"
*SNIP*
Thallnia's breasts and crotch were now exposed.
"Wanna have some fun?"
"Uhhhh, sure I guess."
*ZIP* *THUD*
"H-h-holy shit… I wasn't expecting that…"
"Yeah I think it's from my dad's side."
"Uhhhh, I'm kinda scared…"
"Well, too late now!"
And that was possibly the first time ever in existence, that a daemonette truly feared having sex with a mortal.
Meanwhile in the Warp…
Khorne fell down in his seat backwards, Tzeentch couldn't stop changing form, Nurgle was covering his eyes, and Slaanesh was furiously masturbating
"HOLY FUCK, YES!"
"SHUT UP IM TRYING TO AVERT MY EYES!"
"At least no one else could ever witness or hear this."
Meanwhile, 5 minutes before Karl's "business" with the daemonette…
"Come closer, I can fulfill all your desires."
"I w-won't fall to your games.. idiot."
Maka tried to swing at Izar but she was too fast for her to hit.
"Hehehe, you're too flustered with me to even attack. How cute, let me give you a hug to feel better."
"Maka! Don't get tired now!"
The "Kinshin" grabbed Maka and gave her a big hug, smothering Maka in her breasts.
"Did anyone ever tell you your pigtails were nice?"
"Mm-mm."
"No? Well I certainly think there pretty."
"MAKA."
*SHING* *CLANG*
Soul striked at the "Kinshin" but found his scythe arm caught between the pale creature's claw.
"How rude of you to dare catch me off guard! I'm going to give you the best spanking of your cute little life!"
"Then try me you bitch!"
"Oohh, toy names already?"
"SHUT UP!"
The two were now going at it, with Maka still feeling tired.
*CLANG CLANG*
"Stay down!"
Izar grabbed Soul with her claw and threw him towards Maka, hurling the two teens.
"Soul, help me up."
"Finally you've snapped out of it."
Maka was now holding the transformed Soul in her hands and looked hatefully at Izar.
"No more tricks monster, only combat."
"Well I do have one more surprise…"
"Yeah? And what's that?"
"THIS!"
Izar lifted up her loincloth and revealed a giant male sex organ under it.
"WHAT!"
"WHAT!"
Meanwhile, in Death's room five minutes before...
"WHYYYY?! AND I THOUGHT HE WAS A WOMAN!"
"Well actually I believe she's a futanari."
Spirit Albarn paused and slowly turned towards Death.
"A….. what?"
Death took out a book called "Urban Dictionary" and started reading it.
"A genre or character in art or literature that features a female that has all feminine attributes, except that she has a penis. This can include her having a vagina, testicles, etc. so long as she has a penis. A futanari girl is not to be confused with a transvestite or crossdresser as they are a female."
"Uhh, but, isn't that genetically impossible?"
"Well she is a Kinshin, Albarn."
Meanwhile, back at Satan's Hellhole…
Maka for the first time was bleeding from her nose. Even Soul was nosebleeding.
"I-I-I-Is that a?..."
"Penis? Yes! And it's all yours if you surrender!"
"Maka don't you even think!"
"I kinda wanna see what it feels like though…."
Maka slowly walked towards Izar, with curiosity getting the best of her.
Meanwhile, inside the changing room, in present time…
"Oh my Slaanesh, *huff huff*, that was amazing"
*ZIP*
"That was my first time too, also your breasts felt nice."
"Thank you…"
The two finally put their clothes on.
"So you said before that if you die you can just come back?"
"Yeah, the Chaos Gods can bring back any Daemon who died and return them to the mortal realm. But the Daemon can only be revived by their patron god. For example, if I die I can just be revived by Slaanesh."
"Oh ok."
*SHING*
*CHAKCHAK*
"What are you doing?!"
"Well if I want to make this authentic as possible then I should just kill you right?"
"Before you do kill me, the Chaos Gods wanted me to tell you that they have a task."
"What's that task?"
"You must go to an uncharted location, gather up followers, and create a portal from the Warp to the normal realm. This way us Daemons could come out from the Immaterium without our Gods spending any precious power."
"I can use my family island I live on! Anyway see you lat-"
"WAIT!"
"Uhg, what?!"
"...Your dick is possibly the best I've ever tasted…. bye I guess…"
Thallnia kissed Karl on the cheek and put herself against the wall.
"I'm ready."
"Ok then."
*DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA*
The Daemonette was shot multiple times and busted open to the other side of the wall. Her body fell into the stripper floor, with her disintegrating back into the Warp, leaving a little pink bottle where she was. Karl looked to Maka to see her touching the Daemonette's member. Soul was nosebleeding on the ground.
"MAKA WHAT THE FUCK!"
"WHAT THE HELL!"
Karl charged at the daemonette and swiped at her body, knocking her to one of the stripper pulls.
"Don't you dare attempt to diddle little kids!"
*DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA*
The Daemonette was dead, and left a small bottle after she disintegrated back into the Warp.
"Alright you two, you can take the two souls."
Karl, grinning, knew that these were Slaanesh's lust bombs, and was told to not touch them.
"Maka, you ok?"
"Yeah I'm ok Soul, go get the soul I guess."
"You got it Boss."
Karl was now many feet away from the two bombs and saw Soul and Maka enveloped by the smoke. And for 20 seconds he saw the two groping and kissing each other lovingly on the floor, with them almost stripping.
"Soul, did I ever tell you I loved you.."
"No, but I knew you did."
"Five, four, three, two, one."
The two teens snapped out of their heated trance and noticed themselves in their position. The two paused for a few seconds and ran away from each other, with them standing by two opposite walls.
"WHAT THE HELL! WHY WERE YOU KISSING ME YOU PERV!"
"ME A PERV?! YOU WERE KISSING ME TOO!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU TWO, IT WAS PROBABLY THE BOTTLES! THAT'S WHY I WALKED AWAY FROM IT AS LONG AS POSSIBLE!"
The heated argument died down and the two teens made up. Though they were still blushing. The three got out out of the nightclub and went home. Maka and Soul were teleported back, thinking even more about their relationship, and Karl, going back to his island.
Meanwhile, in the Warp…
"Now that Chaos is slowly starting up, Tzeentch, is there another plan you've come up with?"
"I've decided to let Khorne come up with one, he needs more attention in this FanFiction."
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing."
"Everyone, I have found something that will boost our control here."
Khorne turned on the Immaterial tv and the four gods saw an interesting candidate. An androgynous teenager with light pink hair and a black dress, who always looked worried and afraid. Her mother wore a black jacket with a hood, and had snake tattoos on her arm. The four Chaos Gods could sense great power from the pink one.
"Our new Champion awaits."
The Chaos Gods have chosen a little girl named Crona to be their Champion of Chaos Undivided.