CH – 14
Dante gripped his sword red energy sparking from the blade, whipping about to speed forth death. The hulking trauma raised its neck and roared before charging like a bull with its arms pulled back until it gore it's new prey. Dante ducked and rolled as the unrelenting force plowed through. Trauma turned with its claw foot to stomp the pest. The foot came down but the Nephilim caught hold of it with both hands grasping the base as the gargantuan foot stopped; if Dante didn't have his inhuman strength he would have been flat like pancakes with the maple syrup coming out. Straining as the pressure increased Dante managed to get his feet level with the ground before pushing with his legs upward. But before Trauma could apply more for a crushing blow Kujhade came down with her spear piecing the demons head making it jerk about and howl in rage. Azulija charge he clawed blades as the glowed blue with wisps of energy; sprinting before leaping in a magnificent bound with streak like lightning severed the trauma's left forearm.
Dante felt the weight lessen a bit heaved the foot to the side before leaping and coming down with his sword on the demons neck. Dante landed like a ninja with the trauma's head rolling with a dead expression. The Yautja huntresses walked to him as he rose to his feet and sheath Rebellion back on his back. "Trauma, a berserker demon – that's was easy." Kujhade commented on having defeated an infernal creature of darkness. Dante was puzzled, but not convinced.
". . . Too easy."
Just then the sound of the tank's escape hatch unlocking to open Dante turned around to see the crew move out with the wounded being carried. When Dante looked back to the huntresses they were gone. Dante looked around for them until a pair of warm claws was on his arms holding him still.
"Even when wounded the noble oomans will carry their brothers-in-arms who are more so: a defining in the history of the ooman species."
"They think of others safely before themselves. Even if they bleed away, they honor the wounded by taking care of them and making sure there is a chance for them to live." Dante responded to Kujhade.
"Indeed go to them Dante see what can be fixed. I we shall hide in the shadows until then. And remember if asked how you are here . . ."
"I'll lie to keep your cover safe. I promise."
Dante was released and he heard the two walk away unseen. He moved toward the tank crew as they rested on the side of the demolished vehicle until one of them spotted him alerted the ones able to stand and point their pulse rifles at the ready.
"Halt! Identify yourself." Ordered one of the soldiers who for all things happen had a half bandaged leg with an expression of gritted teeth that hid his suffering.
"If you're giving me a reason to put my hands or you'll shoot me take good look at yourselves; you guys are not in prime fighting condition." Dante pointed.
"We maybe battered but we will defend ourselves from anyone whose hostile!" the young soldier spat.
"Even when there is the wounded near you?" Dante questioned.
"We defended those who can't defend their own selves. Now identify yourself or leave."
The soldier's eyes blinked and widened as all their weapons disappeared from their hands, waists, or nearby. He they saw their weapons laid in a row neatly behind the white haired stranger.
"I'm a hunter of many things and mean you no harm, not unless you give me a reason."
Lucifel walked over to the dead Trauma kneeled down at it. He had seen these wretched beasts before – before when they were righteous and holy. The War in Heaven happened so long ago and to think that the Adversary corrupted this elite to the beastly fallen angel known for the injuries it gives when it going berserk. The Traumas. So violent that the demon hordes tried to tame them rapping and chaining it up until they were broke their chains. Betrayed by the Devil and forsaken by the Father the Traumas bow to no one. The one thing that is in their mind is to destroy everything in their path.
In light of what Dante said about it being too easy, he was right. Because this is not a Trauma.
Lucifel touched and the whole thing along with the head dissolved in a cloud of dark vapor.
"Like my toy Lucifel?" a voice spoke.
The Archangel cocked his brow and smiled in recognizing the voice.
"Did . . . how . . . how did you do that?" The soldier stuttered at what seemed unbelievable.
"Hey, it's all in the feet. As I was saying I mean you no harm." Dante reassure.
"Who are you?"
Dante jumped when Lucifel head popped up in his field of vision with a start: "HEY Dante, sorry to interrupt this but there is someone here who wants your face. No head - just your face.", Dante blinked and turned to odd character.
It was like a magnificent serpent slithering side to side and upright with four arms sinuous and gnarled claws. Amulets hung from its neck that glowed like blue embers in the ocean depts. It's head was crowned with coiled ram horns, Yellow eyes showing how depraved it heart is, a tongue snaking in the air as if to taste where the next prey is. All this was covered in a red cloak worn of the edges but still in good use.
"Is this a new demon?" Dante asked in a whisper to Lucifel who was beside him.
"Not a demon – a fallen angel."
"Oh, really." Dante raised a brow.
"His name is Amazarak. His is one of two-hundred Grigori, The Watchers, who left Heaven and ruled on Earth. There were seven that ruled all two-hundred he was one of the sevens greatest ambassadors to mankind."
"How?"
"Amazarak taught all human sorcerers, and dividers of roots. They who want easy power got though him. Amazarak himself didn't the truth that… "
"Magic has a price." Dante guessed and Lucifel nodded with a small smile.
"For Amazarak – well look at him, for mankind hell will be there home and though endless torment they become the demons called Shadowcasters for Lucifer's Army. Eternal slaves to his will and power."
Amazarak eyes widen to see some he didn't expect. With a hiss and gutter voice he spoke. "Lucifel I didn't know that you are babysitting the Son of Sparta."
"Me babysitting him? Oh no you got it wrong Hissy; I'm his pet. He gave me food in the when I was shivering cold in the rain and I follow everywhere now."
Lucifel finished before noticing Dante starring at him with a gloss in his eyes that meant one word – death. Lucifel turned back to Amazarak. "See he hates me, like a real pet owner."
"THAT was weird for second." Dante retorted.
"I know, I dislike saying it, but I gave the soldiers time to flee."
Dante zipped around to see them running or limp off with surprising speed. Before Dante could turn back Amazarak seized his throat with blinding speed lifting him high in the air.
"My prey got away that's no good."
Dante drew Ebony and Ivory and fire them pointblank at Amazarak's face. Amazarak merely grunted and laugh brought his prey to eye level. "That tickled!" Amazarak tired to grin with all those sharp teeth out and about. Dante saw one of the hands raised to his face and a claw pricked his cheek. Amazarak started to chant spell, the Nephilim was too last to free himself before Amazarak enter his mind causing Dante to scream in absolute agony as his eyes glowed burning white.
"Jerk at his horns hates that." Lucifel yelled to Dante.
Through the pain Dante grabbed both of Amazarak horns jerked them sideways. "Fuck you." Dante spat as he heaved Amazarak with him head over heels until he was on the ground. Dante proceed to punch while Amazarak sank his claws in Dante's back, stomach, ribs and a place closer to the lungs. Dante cursed as blood started to drip from his teeth. He was bleeding on the inside. Amazarak spoke another spell which caused Dante gasp at the numbness of his body. Amazarak threw him to the side and slithered upright. Dante could not move – save for his eyes as he turned slowly to Amazarak as he summons a staff with a skull and a spike going through the cranium. Dante's eyes widened with concern.
"Come come now Sparta's spawn; show me that you can be as great as the Nephilim of old."
Dante then sensed movement; and wished they came sooner. With jerk of and twist of his spirit he began to twitch – move – and finally spin-wheel twist his legs as he stood up in a quick fashion.
Rebellion sparked onto Dante back as the Huntress materializes into visibility with their claw blades jutting out at the ready.
Amazarak readied his staff and slammed it to the ground causing portal to open behind him. The hunters were in utter surprise in what came through it: the snarls of twelve creeping Xenomorphs and two Dual sword wielding red masked demons called Dreamrunners.
"That's…!" Azulija spoke but fell short of the impossible than just happened.
Amazarak grinned with his forked tongue flickering between his lips. "I took the liberty of calling in a few pets for you to play with."
With a snapped of his fingers the Xenos ready in a stalking crawl while the Dreamrunners vanished through their golden mirror-like portals beginning the onslaught. Amazarak disappeared through a veil of shadow for it was time to observe what Son of Sparta is capable of.
With a swoosh and a fluttering of swords Dante blocked the buzz saw strike but before strike would could there was a 'snap' of the fingers everything was still in time, again. Blue plasma from the casters hover inches from the targeted Xenomorphs. The Xenomorph jaws were spend open with drool slung about as they lunged. Dante saw Lucifel walked and crossed his arms.
"Dante Dante Dante, when are you going to learn that you have to be creative with your discipline and style?"
Dante lowered his sword and got ready to listen. Hopeful as to whether this info is helpful or utterly unless.
They gave you a cause now it time for reaction. Feel what they are about to do Dante. They would only attack with standards before using the opportune moment to use their teleport slashes. When they are about to activate it – React to it! One of the keys to having an advantage in battle is how you react to a situation.
'Snap'
The blow of the dual blades on Rebellion burst as they deadlocked. Dante pushed the blade upward before jerking down sending the Dreamrunner swords to the ground before a flash and the demon was surprise to see world spinning before seeing its own knees drop and fall over, headless.
Utilizing an acrobatic fight style Kujhade combine blade strikes and kicks before leaping with a twist behind the Hard-Meat before doing a finishing move. Azulija swung before seeing the Dreamrunner teleport here and there before she fired plasma bolts at the chest which caused it to 'break' in half.
Dante flipped backwards in the air firing bullets as the Dreamrunner defected them with relative ease, falling into Dante's trap. Taking Rebellion like a spear and throwing it to crossing point to the dreamrunner's blades its defence was shattered snapping his fingers to perform Quicksilver casting everything in black and white he grabbed his blade midair and with a slash and landing on the ground the Dreamrunner fell apart in diagonal halves.
Dante then stood up and gasped as Amazarak seized his throat and jammed a sacrificial dagger into Dante's chest. "Do not worry; be at rest, I did miss the good spot in your chest." Amazarak hissed before the dagger glowed and began suck out particular power. Dante screamed as it felt like he was being sucked to the outside through the ribcage. With a laugh Amazarak made Dante hover in the air as he pulled out the dagger with such a 'pop' it made the Nephilim jolt in a shiver.
"Well well I just stole a power that power of yours that allows you to create a temporary dimensional time rift."
Dante coughed as his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Oh yes! But don't worry I will put it to good use. You see I am a scientist of sorts and it's my job to experiment with what interesting things I encounter. Your power of time has a use for an idea I have. Let's hope my noble steed can survive it. As for you - fair is fair. I will replace your time power with another power entirely. But first guess what it is.
"A … A sword up your ass and … my fist down your … throat?" Dante managed to squeeze out as blood trickled from his grin.
"Oh, sssssooooo close!" the fallen angel's serpent tongue flickered out. "But why spoil the fun in just telling you. You will see yourself.
With a jolt of electricity going up and down his veins Dante gritted his teeth as he tried to resist and he nearing exploded. The only thing he could do to prevent any more of this pain is what he hate most. . .
Then there was a flash of light darken light when Dante's eyes turned burning red and purple as he rage began to spill. The Flash caused Amazarak to let go. What he put in Dante was about to engulf everything in explosion. The fallen angel smiled and retreated through a portal. Azulija called out to Dante light as her mask's photoreceptors focused on him holding himself up with smoke rising off his back.
Lucifel approached but stopped to see that the nephilim still lived after all that. Even now the Archangel was impressed. But amazement was far from Dante mind, if anything he was angry. Dante opened his eyes to see the dirt on the ground and for that view was just fine, he felt violated. Robbed.
He heard the footsteps of two people. He didn't want to look at them. all they would have see is rage in his eyes. Hate.
"Dante what is it? " Azuljia asked with concern.
"I'm … fine, I'm just taken aback a bit. That's all." Dante responded standing to his feet. The red fire died away as he calmed down.
Just like real fires they can spread and incinerate if he is not careful. Spread – and rise.
Nighttime fell over the planet and the nocturnal beast started their prowl for food. To escape any who seek the three as food they took refuge in a small cave. The glow of blue and aqua cast a surreal light upon the floors and walls, coupled with the cave dwelling insects with their own bioluminescence it anyone in a sleepy mood. Though sleeps had not fall over their minds. Dante was sitting at mouth of the cave keep watch for whatever may stalk in the night. Encountering something he's use to is one thing but a new planet with God-knows-what that roars, shrieks, howls and caws and not see them is another. And these tree-like mushrooms would make any lunatic-on-the-grass-bizarre hippie see pretty colors for a fortnight straight!
Lucifel walked over into Dante's field of version and crossed his arms as he looked down at him. Dante had to admit that Lucifel was as tall as any the players in the NBA through he knew not that he may or may not be taller. For an archangel he is skinny but doesn't appear weak. The same can probably be said for himself. He may be thin but his is athletic thin with muscles that were a result of his harsh life.
"Do ever think of returning to Earth?" Lucifel asked Dante when he put away his touch phone and crossed his arms.
"Maybe. As long as I can leave and go out here in space." Dante said.
"Well a ship is in order then. And no I don't think the yautja would let you take one to Earth."
"I may not agree totally on their society on hunting humans for sport."
"Humans are the most dangerous game and you know that."
"That's is not an excuse to mount a human head on their walls like that guy from 'The Most Dangerous Game.' book."
"That's interesting coming from the man who's now 'Earth's Protector'. Speaking of which how do you plan on this crusade. Fifthy years have passed since limbo's collapse and you still look the same ever since you hair turned white. You may not age, or age rather very slowly, but this is the realm of time outside of eternity where the God and His throne of power and grace resides. Time marches on."
Lucifel had a point how was the immortal Dante the demon killer going to help Earth stand the test of time.
"I always wanted can open a devil hunting business where I can help mankind with the demon hordes on Earth."
Lucifel stared and blinked before putting his pointer to his mouth in deep thought of the idea.
"That's not a bad idea. Not bad at all."
Upon returning to her office within the clan ship Azulija made an entry in her journal she design for the hunt. And except from the entry reads:
. . . Despite this he was able to hunt with us. When the morning came and we rose I directed them to go to the coordinates I designated. I would observe them each at a time. My daughter has excel in the offensive form I taught her, but when the indigenous warriors used a strong attach she needs to use a stronger defense to block the blows that would come. Perhaps I would be prime to have her studies the martial forms that balance defense and offence inherently.
Dante would be no exception to this training exercise. He has said knows how to use a pole arm and has even demonstrated proudly. Through he may have knowledge of such things he is easily distracted as he is focused. . .
. . . I observed Dante as he faced the prey. He's elegant, calculated, and chilling in his fighting. I really didn't see the warrior throwing his axe only to have Dante knock it back to him with his sword which struck his head. The blade Dante wields is intriguing; Claymore in design but when I offer to see it – it almost ways nothing but it cuts like steel. Very similar in design on how we make some our bladed weapons. Dante maybe Blooded but to earn my trust he must prove it. He may tell what his but everyone has secrets. Like the other power he displayed when he was alone. His body became what I could only describe as a outline of a dark energy, maybe dark matter itself just a guess. He the roar and he seem to leap forward and pounced on the warriors. Driving his sword 'Rebellion' into the heart of the enemy chests. His speed seems as lightning as all they could do is block before he breaks the defenses and finishes them. He growled and howled as if the moon was full. I zoom in with the mask's vision that allows me to see the color spectrum. His eyes were gold with cat-like slits before turning round and returning to his light blue/gray color. It was unclear rather that was his own power or something that serpent monster did to him while in his clutches, there a sign of a war of power within him. I would be wise to watch him and have tabs be kept on him. Such thing he has is unique to him. I have wondered would his assistance in the Yautja Prime's current problems. I will see what the sovereign believes what would be the best course of action.
Azulija final save her entry before leaving her administrative center.
Dante watched a starry cluster of red orange and yellow go past at a steady pace as the clan ship. Days after challenging fight on Earth he would just watch the stars and the engorged full moon in all it lunar spender. He then had a crazy thought: the fact that he has the ability learn new powers for him to use in battle. Normally the full scope of any new power would be instantaneous – and then there were some that he is still unlocking as he works hard at it.
Perhaps they are of greater magnitude?
Dante then sensed a presence about come enter into this area. He clenched his fist popping the air bubble in his knuckles and finger joints. He was ready for anything that would come through that door with or without the intension to kill him. The door hissed opened and Dante snapped his head around to see Azulija walking causal toward him. Even though she seems friendly he had absolutely no reason to trust, let alone, kill her. But like some many before he will show his fangs when provoked.
"Enjoying the view?" Azulija clicked on reaching him. Dante turned around to return to what he was doing.
"Yeah."
"They are indeed a beautiful site. I remember one when I first went to space many ages ago. It was a dangerous nebula of crimson and bits of blue that sparked from cloud to cloud in a dance of discharged energy."
"So I guess that would make you really old right Methuselah?"
"Well sei-i. Who was this Methuselah you called me?"
Dante paused with a mouth slightly open with no answer until Lucifel tapped on the window from outside, floating, and put his flat touch phone against the glass. He wanted Dante to read . . . to her.
"Methuselah was recorded in the sacred texts as the only human on Earth to live 1000 thousand years."
"1000 years! He probably look like a large bony grasshopper at that age." Azulija chuckled lightly at the thought of a ooman living that long.
"Well, I wager old age then isn't like old age now. With the wrinkles, slow steady movement, and to smack their lips together like they're a turtle."
"Turtle, turtle.." Lucifel's phone showed a dog saying that quote from the Master of Disguise movie. Dante looked in a different direction before he laughs out loud – With no sound coming out of the vacuum of space – making him look crazy.
"A Yautja who lives that long would make a lot of trophies and offspring." Azulija rested against the railing to take in the nebula.
Dante eyes began to hood as an unnoticeable smirk appeared and disappeared on his face.
Not to start with a sour note Azulija wanted to ask the question that Dante would perk up like a hunting hound tusks when the flesh food is coming.
"Do you want to spar?
Dante turned to look at her with a 'Jiminy Cricket' smile of a sort before he sensed something across the void of space.
"What is it?" Azulija asked by his sudden awareness.
"The 'Bad-bloods' stuck again. . . . "
Across the vast stellar ocean on a Yautjan colony world a battle was underway. The Yautja armed forces have tracked down the raiding by these Bad-bloods to a jungle that seen some heavy action. More or less the local yautjan enforcers trying to stop them and failed; Corpses lying on the jungle floor burned, bloody and nearly unrecognizable.
"Blazers . . ." the commander commented knee to inspect the fallen.
Blazers were the military grade warriors like the Hydra that would be deployed to the frontlines or sent forth to clean up the leftovers when the enemy resistance is on the verge of being eliminated.
"How can thou tell, my lord?" the lieutenant inquired.
"Scorch marks along the tree trucks." The commander commented point at the trees with the marks.
"Amazing! The Bad-bloods have the Blazer weapons in their arsenal."
"Hmm right."
"But if it's a Blazer that did this - why is the jungle itself not ablaze?"
The commander turned and tackled the lieutenant to the ground as a blade swooshed over them and boomeranged around back to a thrower. Both rose to their feet to see a humanoid in a black cloak twirling a double ended javelin that spark with electricity.
"This one has to be the leader." The commander comment silently.
With a toss of his wrist the cloak was thrown to the side reveal more of the being. The head and body grey with long black bread hair reaching down in his cloak. The features were as alien as it gets: a curved snout, long rectangular ears, and a thin forked tail, with sprouted fur tufts in an inverted arrow shape. The only thing clothing him was dark golden rimmed wristlets and a deep crimson sarong that showed his large canine feet.
He was correct on that assumption that this creature was the leader. What he didn't know was that while the enemy forces were engaging the colonies defenders there was no one here to assist the leader.
Then again to the invaders… their Master doesn't need assistance when he steps on the battlefield. In a effort to make certain they gain another planet as a foothold the master will personally oversee the battle an only enter in when victory is nigh.
Brawlers roared their battle cry and charged in the defense with the enemy advancing stopping with the yautja infantry moving toward them. Through the binoculars the general surveyed the battlefield like a chess board before giving the orders.
"Divebomb the infantry before blasting their positions. Only I give the signal open fire all guns, understood."
"Yes sir." The infantry man bowed with his fist to his chest in salute.
The supreme leader hand began to blaze with red fire as he ran to the yautja commander who readied his broadsword. The blade struck his opponent's hands but it didn't sever it – not even a scratch. With a offensive style he began; with a diagonal swing and curving over sparks few as the enemy defected the slashes with the palms before swing to the chest which the enemy caught before the yautja push with force that causing the fight to be pushed back to a tree. The leader grabbed the blade and spun shoving it into the tree before elbowing the yautja and delivering a combination of punches and kicks that caused his ears to ring, and grabbed his mask and ripped with off causing light to burn his thermal see eyes and his throat constricting as claws seized it before he its voice:
"What do you fear?"
With a turning of his head he examined the bloody yautja. For a battlemaster he doesn't wished to give up as he felt his iron grip struggling with the arms pinning him down.
The raptor class ships came in wall formation as they circled before dive down with the first targets in sight. The brawlers took cover for the bombardment. Green heavy lasers fired before two emerald torpedoes fired in short bursts as the swoop over. The debris exploded and rain in the air as they crafts stormed past to deliver the second payload to the yautja defensive positions. Some Brawlers screamed as there they were flung through the air to be dead on impact of returning to the ground.
The team leader gave his squad the ok as the resume the charge making sure to turn on their cloaking devices. Strength and honor was their creed as they sprinted.
The general came out the tent of the war table smiled it was time.
"Lady Sekhmet bombing runs are finshed."
The tall lion-headed warrior goddess decked in gold battle armor turned around with while licking her large fangs from the cup of her favorite drink – blood harvested from her dying enemies. With smirked her eye burned red by her bloodthirst that knows no bounds.
"Burn 'em all!" she roared with her warscythe raised in the air.
The troops heard her echoing warcry heeding it with fear and with feverish hast their laid a barrage across the battlefield with everything with artillery in its forte. Almost at the same time the artillery fire plasma and concussion shell through the air pounding the ground around the defenses. Yautja were flung shot up and blow apart. The slaughter was appalling in the commanders eyes as he float in the air with his captor who had his claws around the back to the front forcing him to watch.
"Watch … watch … watch and drink it in. This is how the Yautja end. Everything from Humans to the Engineers will fall before the might of the Hyksos."
The Commader watch with horror as he stretched forth his arm out as if to take his brothers and sisters in arms hands as they burn where they were struck down by a warrior in golden armor. With a roar she set more on fire before running them through.
"What are you?" The Commader asked in defeat wait for the Black Warrior to claim him.
"You have information I need. Take him prisoner and keep him alive, he may try to take his own life in a suicidal honor!"
The sound of a roar afar off echoed through the wind.
"I am the one who brings the storms. I am he who brings order to chaos – and chaos to the established order. I am the Eternal King of the sands of ancient Egypt. I am the Lord of the Hyksos. I am . . . Set."
Setesh drop the commander who turn head over heels until he landed in the talons of a mighty machine beast as it fire up it thrusters and flapped with the sound jet trailing behind it.
That world was lost the commander knew this. His heart greatly saddened as he saw the battlefield beneath him; Fire and death everywhere. The bodies of loyal hunters and soldiers that died protecting the colony
Azulija my beloved, he thought since this is the end, I have failed.
The vision faded and Dante blinked to find himself still at the observation hall with Azulija bend down to see if he was alright. He look up at her as he straight out his back with a *pop*.
"What was wrong?" she asked.
Dante shook his head. "I think had a vision."
"What did you see?"
"An invading force has taken a colony of yours. I saw a battlefield. Explosions around me and dead yautja littered it. That was basically it - I did not see who or what of importance. But I know when a battle is lost."
Just then Azulija communicator beeped and she answered.
"Yes?"
"Lady Azulija we have are receiving a message from the Empress she seeks your audience."
"I make haste."
"I'm sorry." Dante raised his head to see the star again before he leaves the deck.
After a half hour the clan leader exited the transmission chamber. She shook her head. The news was bad. She lifted her eyes to see her family members and Dante waiting.
"The Empress gave me the news. Yautja colony world, Koir, have fallen to Bad-bloods. Or at least there were some among the invading forces. But who or what commands them is unknown."
All were silent.
"Ooman homeworlds and or major powers are being underattack by these forces that carry no banner before them."
"So who are they? Are they Oomans, Yautja, Engineers, who?"
Azulija just shook her head. An answer lost on her. In spite of this she dismissed her family members who all left except for Dante whose arms were crossed and his eyes showed deep thought.
"In that vision I saw the enemy soldiers. Some were Yautja but some were tall men in black armor with horns curving back and eyes of icy blue, I saw them clash with the colony . . . whatever they are they are after something. That I am sure of.
"We need more information and soon. But in the meantime I think I need to relax and punch something. Why don't you come with me?"
Dante shrugged "Alright lead the way." And followed the clan leader behind.
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Author's notes: Will looks like war will be knocking on Dante's door soon. Setesh and his legendary Hyksos have return., *Gasp!*. With the warrior goddess Sekhmet as one of generals, *GASP!*.
Control your gasps you know the elevation this theater sits on! Oh waited minute isn't that divinity statue Dante levels up at LOOKS like Sekhmet?
*GAAAASSSSPPPP!*
Critics drop dead.
"Uh-oh."
Statler and Waldorf watch from their theater box:
"Warzones. Critics dropping dead. Maybe we should leave before something worst happens." Waldorf comment on what he witnessed.
"I would like to see some other people leave the show." Statler replied.
"Who?" Waldorf asked.
"ME." Statler answered
The two laughed as the audience laughed at their punch line.
Well do you guys think that the divinity statue in the classic DMC looks like Sekhmet the ancient Egyptian goddess of Warfare? Does that mean he had an attraction to non-human females from the beginning with the classic DMC series and we didn't put two and two together. Hmm?
I think of writing and/or artwork featuring Furry females, Yautja Sangheili and other alien females, orc females. As well as WARFRAME stuff.
Once I get Garry's Mod and Souce Filmmaker up and running smoothly.
I have a profile on DeviantArt, , , and and on Youtube you can watch me VLFBERHTwolf for anything in the future.
Please don't forget to review. Until next chapter. ;3