"One more time!" Cogliostro stood glaring at Darryl, with a proud grin upon his face. Darryl stood the opposite of him, as if they were staring each other down. Although he bore his spawn costume, his mask hadn't been pulled over his face. This showed the multiple scratches and bruises to be placed into plain sight. His light brown, Asian-styled eyes narrowed upon Cogliostro, and a small grin had appeared upon his face. The wounds on his face emitted a small amount of steam, before sealing themselves and disappearing completely. The pupils and iris of his eyes then completely vanished, leaving only the whites remaining. The white's of his eyes then slowly began to glow a vibrant green, as his flowing crimson cape began to flail as if it were left in the wind. He reached his raven colored right hand and placed it on the left side of his face, slowly dragging it back to the right side. As his fingers ran along his face, pieces of his mask had begun to consume his face, until he reached the opposite side, and the mask was fully on.
With a mighty battle cry, Darryl had charged Cogliostro, swinging his right fist with all of his might. Cogliostro caught his fist, but quickly pulled his hand back in pain. Blood dripped from Cogliostro's hand, as Darryl revealed that he transformed his glove into spikes. "Good, good! Now let out a blast!" Cogliostro egged Darryl on, who responded by cupping his hands together with his fingers curled, and pointing it straight toward Cogliostro. A green orb appeared in Darryl's palms, which increased in size. Once the orb reached the size of a softball, Darryl released the orb into a long ray of green necroplasmic energy. The undodgeable blast slammed into Cogliostro and pushed him off the rocky cliff, and propelled him far outward beyond what the eye could see. Once the blast stopped, and Cogliostro had vanished from sight, the mask left Darryl's face once more. "You are ready." Cogliostro appeared behind Darryl, completely unharmed and spoke into his now exposed ears. Darryl fell to his knees, slightly out of breath. Not so much out of physical exhaustion, as due to the fact that he ceased living nearly five months ago, the toxins which control the human bodies physical limits had long since expired. The reason for his lack of breath was more so out of bewilderment at both his own abilities and the abilities of his mentor, Cogliostro. The past five months of training in hell had turned him into a potential ruthless killer or perhaps an angel in demonic form. Only time would tell how he would use his powers now that Cogliostro was finally prepared to return him to the mortal world. All he knew was that his first plan was to extract some much deserved revenge, while protecting his loved ones. Cogliostro had agreed to send him to the exact day where his girlfriend was to be attacked, so that he would be able to protect her. And that time was now.
"Send me," was all Darryl had to say, as he straightened up and stood before Cogliostro. Darryl had not fully understood dimension travel, and thus could not release himself from Hell and back onto the mortal plane. With a wave of Cogliostro's hand however, the brimstone smell that Darryl had grown so accustomed to was replaced with the foul reek of human feces, and the scorching heat that licked his body for five months had taken a backseat to the gentle pitter-patter of light rainfall. Once Darryl regained his bearings, he scanned his surroundings. He found himself in an abandoned alley-way; several city blocks away from the large tower in the center of the city where Cogliostro had informed Darryl the attack would take place. He took one step forward, forcing rain up from under his boot and into the air, before another figure had landed in front of him.
The lanky figure stood in an odd stance, with the majority of his weight shifting between his left and right side, as if he couldn't keep still. It bore a mostly red costume, including full face mask, although there were black circles around the eye section of his mask, on the sides of his torso, on his gloves, and from his shoulders to his elbows. Two katanas rested on either side of his back, which bore red handles. "You know what; it depresses me to see more and more superheroes switching from primary colors to the night shades." The figure spoke with a unique voice, somehow sparking the image of granite and stone grinding against each other.
"I'm in mourning for what I'm about to do to you if you don't move the fuck out of my way!" Darryl was sure to place extra influence on the profanity, hoping to scare the slightly psychotic super being known as Deadpool out of his way. His threats however, fell on deaf ears.
"Kids, loser fan-boys, and friends of the author alike whom will be reading this, let me tell you something. It is never right to use profanity towards your elders. It's rude, crude, and downright mean…" Deadpool sounded generally sincere as he spoke, his face turned toward the sky causing Darryl to ponder whom he was talking to. "…but who gives a fuck about those old ass people? They're just going to die from exhaustion eating a piece of laffy taffy anyways! Besides, the more profanity you use, the cooler you get. And I don't mean those words like hell, because I mean come on. Children use hell all the time. I think it might have been Wolverine's first words. Sure, we all know his most used sentence is that he's the best at what he does, but thumb through an X-men comic for just a few seconds and see how many times he uses the word hell. Go ahead; I'll even wait for you." Deadpool then sat down, and pulled from his backside a warm cup of tea and stared at it briefly, not drinking it, but simply marveling at the steam it eluded. He then tossed the cup aside, and stood back up once more. "Two things folks. One, yes that is exactly where that cup came from. And it hurt like hell. But with enough KY jelly, anything is possible. And two…what was I talking about again? Oh yeah. Dear Wolverine…where do you get off? Automatically assuming your better at something, when no one even knows what the hell you do? Well, I've got one thing to say. Fuck you Wolverine, I'm better at whatever you're talking about, and if I'm not I'll gun down your next born child. Or sell it on eBay."
"Do you ever shut up?!" Darryl had grown annoyed at Deadpool's excessive talking. In fact, Deadpool had been talking to himself through the entire sentence that Darryl just shouted at him.
"I do shut up when I'm sleeping. Those are the quietest thirty seconds of my day." Deadpool stopped his banter to answer Darryl's question, and then continued talking to himself, seemingly asking someone whom he referred to as the author if he was capable of turning his speech into yellow font like his thought bubbles within the marvel world. His words confused Darryl, but he had no patience to try and discover what Deadpool meant by his comment.
"Well then…" Darryl ran his hand over his face, causing his mask to appear. "…I'll make you sleep, permanently."
"I don't know if I'm ok with that. See Family Guy comes on at nine, and it's a new episode. Ever since I drove to Ohio and came back slinging bullets all around my house, I haven't been able to get my TiVo working properly, so I won't be able to record it. And if I miss some of Stewie's shenanigans I might just die of loserism. You could just watch it with me though; I'll pop some popcorn and everything for you. But no touchy feely stuff, I'm just not that kind of guy."
"Just shut up!" Darryl charged at Deadpool, quickly swinging his right fist. Deadpool ducked the blow, and with a sweeping kick caused Darryl to fall upon his back. He sprung up back to his feet and performed a spinning kick with his right leg. Deadpool caught his foot however, and tossed Darryl into the sky. Darryl however, was able to regain his balance and his belt detached from himself. The chain flew at Deadpool, and wrapped itself around Deadpool's arms and legs. Once Darryl landed on the ground, Deadpool stopped squirming and began talking once more.
"I guess I have no choice. I guess I've got to show you what a real super saiyan can do!" Deadpool began screaming excessively, as if he expected some type of change in his strength to appear. He gave up, and instead performed a slow-rotating flip. The resulting g-forces unearthed Deadpool's katanas and allowed them to pierce the chain, ripping it down the middle. He grabbed the blades, and stood ready for combat. In response, Darryl allowed his cape to swirl around his hand, vanishing from his back, and forming a large demonic sword. The blade was pure black and for the hilt, one piercing green eye showed. Due to the large length and width of the sword, it resembled a Zweihander. Although the weapon was supposed to be used with two hands, Darryl's increased strength allowed him to fight with one hand instead. The two super beings charged each other, colliding their blades together multiple times, causing sparks to shoot out. Although Deadpool had the upper hand in unarmed combat, with blades they seemed to be at a standstill. Deadpool then jumped upward high into the air, and began spinning overtop of Darryl, simultaneously drawing twin machine guns and shooting downward at Darryl's head. To guard himself, Darryl held his sword over his head and spun it like helicopter propellers, causing the bullets to reflect off them.
"I've had enough!" Darryl cried out, as his blade transformed back into his cape and returned to his back. He held his right arm outward, palm out, and facing Deadpool. A green orb appeared in front of it, before he quickly fired it.
"Oh my god, its green apple laffy taffy! This is what kills old people!" Deadpool stood in place, as the green necroplasmic wave slammed into him, and propelled him away from the alley. "If you don't TiVo Family Guy for me, I'll rip your intestines out and feed them to Flipper the angry dolphin!" Deadpool's voice trailed off as he vanished from sight. Once Deadpool had left, Darryl focused all of his energies on the tower. Instantly, he felt the world around him vanish. Once his surroundings returned to him, he had been standing at the tower's door. Leaning against the door however, stood another figure. Besides being taller and bulkier, the figure appeared almost exactly like Darryl, besides key differences. Whereas Darryl's suit was only black and white, this hell spawn's suit had red, spiked gauntlets and shin guards. Also, Darryl's cape was collarless while the other hell spawn's cape was large and pointed, reaching past its head itself.
"Cogliostro is using you." The figure's deep voice spoke.
"Al Simmons. I'll deal with you another time. Obviously Cain isn't using me. Now move the hell out of my way before I blow you the fuck up." Giving Al Simmons, the other Spawn, no time to answer, Darryl simply shot out a quick blast of necroplasm at Al Simmons, whom responded with a blast of his own. The two blast battled each other for supremacy, with Al's blast winning, and blasting Darryl. He slid back a little, and quickly began charging another blast. However, Al had already left, leaving Darryl the single Spawn in the area. Quickly shrugging it off, Darryl kicked open the door of the tower, alarming an army of thugs surrounding a spiral staircase. All of them were dressed similar to the ones whom had killed him; wielding Ak-47's, all black sweat suits, and a black helmet. One by one, they turned to face Darryl with guns cocked. To defend himself, Darryl summoned his cape-formed Zweihander and charged into the group. It only took Darryl one run and a rapid swinging of his sword to tear through the army, leaving their blood splattered upon the walls, and leaving deep cherry stains upon the marble floor. Darryl then continued up the stairs, slashing anyone and anything that had gotten in his way. Once he reached the top, bloody sword in his right hand, he found himself face to face with the single surviving thug, holding Chelsie in hand. He quickly released her, and sprayed a full clip of bullets into Darryl's chest. Multiple bullet holes riddled Darryl's chest and torso, before instantly sealing up in a puff of steam. With one lunge, Darryl was upon the now cowering man, and drove his sword through the man's helmet and pierced the man's forehead. "You're safe now." Darryl spoke, allowing his sword to return to its cape form, and began to walk away.
"Wait! Is that you? Darryl?" Chelsie cried out. She hadn't changed much Darryl admitted to himself, much to his delight. Darryl said nothing, and only attempted to walk away once more. "It is you isn't it! Darryl, come back! Don't go, please!" Darryl turned to face her once more, and allowed his mask to vanish.
"Yes." Was all he could say to her. His mind raced with questions, as to what he might say to her. As he opened his mouth to speak however, a demonic figure appeared behind Chelsie and grabbed her by the mouth. It looked similar to the figure that Darryl decapitated right before he gained his powers, except crimson in color and much larger. "This has nothing to do with her! Let her go!" Darryl bawled his fist and his eyes began to glow green as he spoke.
"This is all by the grace of god." And with that, the creature vanished, leaving a screaming Darryl behind. He then stopped, focusing his thoughts, and stood at the side of the tower.
"Where? Where?! Where are you, damn it!" Darryl cried in fury, as his eyes shut. He had been attempting to sense the natural negative energy the being omitted as a demon, and once he finally locked on, he teleported toward it in a surge of necroplasmic energy. The resulting surge had destroyed the tower in his wake, as he found himself in a large, hollowed out cave. Once he arrived, Darryl quivered in horror as he watched the demon rip open Chelsie's torso and tore out her heart. His mask vanished, and he quivered, first in pain, and then in sheer rage. The sun which had been beaming down upon the city and the sky itself grew dark, as if there was an intense solar eclipse. Even in hell, the orange flames which danced around the realm grew black and purple.
"It has begun. All is going according to plan." Cogliostro spoke to himself down in hell. Meanwhile, back in the mortal plane, a change had begun to overtake Darryl. His eyes began glowing an unusual purple tone instead of green. On his suit, glowing purple streaks overtook the torso and extended to the shoulders of the arm. His cape vanished, and in its place, two demonic bat wings had formed. They were spiked, and almost seemed mechanical. A tail also grew upon Darryl's back. The tail was black with blades protruding from it, ending with a scythe like blade at the tip. Finally, Darryl's arms transformed from gloves into claws, with purple streaks within it.
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Darryl cried out, as his teeth became sharp. His mask formed over his head once more, however this time it was conformed to his mouth, as if the mask itself had a mouth. Darryl leaned down so that he was standing on all fours, and let loose a blood-curdling roar. The roar's shockwave began to damage everywhere around the area, and four black tentacles emerged from Darryl's back. These four tentacles however, were alive and held teeth at the end, giving them the appearance of demonic eels.
"The power of sheer darkness…the power of sin, and the power hell has so desperately needed has been released." Cogliostro proclaimed, watching the events unfold from his throne in hell.
