"Everywhere?" Jeremy groaned in annoyance before turning to him again, eyes blazing.
"Yes everywhere!" Dusk raised an eyebrow from his spot on the couch, book in hand, left arm over the back of the couch and legs crossed comfortably, watching the teenage fox he adored so much come out from his shower, no clothes at all and stand off to the side of the TV.
"Really?...........even your belly button?" Like he hoped he saw a glint of red appear on Jeremy's face and his arms fell, becoming a bit uncomfortable.
"Dusk!"
"Alright. Checking." The elder fox's sky blue eyes returned to his book, returning to his lost world of fantasy as his ever sensitive ears heard Jeremy stalk off to his room to put some shorts on. Slowly Dusk's eyes continued to watch the page of his book, but soon his mind's eye began to tell him something, something was pushing against his brain and wanted him to get up. He did just that. The couch made a sound letting Dusk know it decompressed, is ass leaving it, as his light eyes began to look around. Something was already out of place...something...he could feel a cold chill in the air, and to his horror, he let out a breathe and a small warm cloud of smoke rose from his mouth for a moment before vanishing. "What the?..."
It was as if he was in a completely different house, everything around him, the furniture, the rug, the kitchen, the living room, it all suddenly seemed alien. Instantly knowing he needed to locate the white fox that wandered off he slowly made his way towards his room.
"...Jeremy?..." Like a mystified voice, he heard his voice answer back, and at the time it seemed normal to him. His paws slowly walked across the long threshold, everything seemed so far away now. Without a sound but his heartbeat to accompany him, he looked towards the door to his brothers room, and slowly grabbed the doorknob, almost afraid something would happen once It was touched.
"...Dusk..." He could feel something was wrong with his voice, it was monotone, and he knew something was horribly wrong. Afraid now to even move another step, his mind already painting a horrid picture of what he would open it up to see. As his hand touched the knob, and his hand began to twist it however, something reached his ears from behind him, something of a voice that he knew long ago...something...
"Son..." The tone, the ring, the sound, almost at once, Dusk flew around, his eyes wide with shock, before everything went to hell. Before his neurons could even figure out what he was looking at, something fast and hard slammed into him, impaling him in the side of the head and sending his bright body spinning through the once peaceful atmosphere, and tumble to the ground, falling back over the back of the couch. His senses were now on full alert, as his body flew up again, and he gasped, as something seemed to just have vanished from his sight, something, like...a blur...a blue flew to his left out of his vision.
He turned, arms ready and spells ready if need be. Knowing this must be the third demon lord come to try and eliminate him. Something again flew so fast it hit him just as he put up his guard, hitting his X shaped arms and sending him into another bookcase. Knowing if he stayed put he would be dead, he forced his body up, wheeling around and looking wildly for the source.
"...Nnnn...who's this!? Malphas or Orobas!?" Like every sound particle in the room all condense, all the sound in the room, in the world, up to his own beating heart stopped, just long enough for the lowest most sadistically evil voice he had ever had the horrid pleasure of hearing enter his ear drums come from right behind his neck.
"Neither..." All Dusk knew then went blank. His mouth a gap, and his eyes twitched in their sockets; all three of his tails flying up and going stiff, the fur all over his body standing on end. That voice, that tone, that matched all the records, the few, very few accounts of those who had heard his voice. The few mortals who had ever gotten a glimpse of him when he came to the realm of existence itself. Rising. It was not possible...behind him was the lord of darkness, Satan himself?
Dusk couldn't look around, he couldn't even force himself to. He was filled to the brim with fear. He was actually panicking, he was no match under God's rule himself a match for the Devil. It scared him to think he was this hateful towards him he would come to the mortal realm himself just to finish him off. He was barley a match for the lords...he was loosing to Nybbas, and even that centipede was terrified of the thing right behind him. He could feel his breathe on the back of his neck, and then to his child like gasp. A claw on his shoulder. Shivering he stood as still as a statue, while Lucifer played with the his tails.
"...So...you are 'Dusk'? You are the teenager my minions have had such a hard time exterminating? You...are the pest that dares mess with life and death and it's consequences caused and earned by those individuals in life?" Flinching Dusk felt his clawed finger went down his belly, and he started shaking uncontrollably, almost whimpering in utter terror, his entire mind racing, not able to think, not able to reason, every second was his death. His hand was blood red, long black claws coming from every finger, pointed to the point of a small sword, and he dragged them through the soft fur, and slowly as he continued to dig deeper into it, found flesh.
"...The wretch who banished Apirus and has laid free to thousands of trapped souls, that I placed there!" At his words, his single claw dug deep into Dusk's flesh, above his belly button in a long single slice, and a steady flow of blood began to pour, leading down the fur and dripping small drop by drop to the floor at his feet, where Dusk dared not look, not to move, even breathe. It was at the point where he felt something hot trace itself along the curve of his ear that he couldn't stand it anymore, and courage took over. In one motion he tore from his grip and leap away to safety, backing away and gazing him over, now the monster standing still for him at last.
Like the common stereotype, his skin was a deep blood red, two large goat like horns sprouted from the back curve of his head, and pointed backwards in a deadly manner. That was where it ended though. No goatee, and instead of a pitchfork he bore a massive scythe, which already made Dusk's heart sink. His body was obviously built, his muscles in his arms and legs apparent, but his torso was not visible, for a massive silver metaled armor wore upon it. A large skull upon it, and a sort of multiple pronged string of string together bars of metal formed a sort of leggings that went to his knees. Massive clawed feet griped the ground, even almost more frightening to look at then actually be next to.
The very worst part were his eyes. Two gleaming orange orbs of fire, that seemed to burn and give off flares of fire only from a blink. Looking over the creature of myth from across the planet, Dusk noticed now, the shock out of his system, that he was a whole different reality. His complexion, his very way of form, he really didn't belong in their realm at all. He had noticed this with Nybbas and Apirus's true forms as well. It was like taking a pixelated character from a video game and placing it in a 3D high graphics version of itself...or in this case vice-versa.
Another thing that horrified Dusk was that the same kind of haze visible from gas in hot weather. The same haze...as well as actual licks of flames itself came from his body, as if he himself where a giant walking fireball. Dusk backed up, an evil smirk curling at Lucifer's mouth, taking a step forward towards the fox as he growled. Dusk's hand a lite with blue light, glaring at the Devil himself and standing his ground as he walked closer. So much fear and courage all in a ball, and Dusk had fallen into a false sense of power, he believed he could beat him by himself...if he tried.
"Get back!" Lucifer paid no attention, walking slowly towards him, scythe in right hand, walking along with it using it like a cane he didn't need. Dusk's eyes narrowed, and his teeth barred, grinding against the other, pushing down in hate towards the thing in front of him. In a dangerously low voice he spoke again, anger covering his low growl. "...Go and slither back down the hell hole you came from..." Speaking that way to the Devil wasn't something to practice, but it was a good thing Dusk was in no danger of annoying the creature...jut yet.
"Such language...such hate. Much different the sudden boy." As if he knew, he cocked his head to the side, just as a powerful orb of blue energy whizzed past, lighting everything it was in a few feet of for a moment before exploding against the wall behind him. In the light of the explosion, his body was silhouetted, leaving only the two burning stars to glare at Dusk for the shortest of seconds alone. "Really now...is that it?" A black eclipse, and everything around Dusk began to distort, the floor beneath his very feet became a darkness. Lucifer seemed unaffected, a vile smirk showing his intentions as he walked towards the fox. "...Come on boy...where's that hatred I saw spark a moment ago?"
Dusk tore himself between leaping towards him, or staying longer. Everything was black, it was as if he were walking through space itself and he didn't know if this was more than just an illusion; the Devil himself could morph the universe to his will around him. Not as powerful as God almighty himself obviously, he was still deadly. Just from looks alone. Step after step, he knew he was out of time, but not yet out of ideas. Carefully looking around he tried to remember the location of things, and tried to decipher where his spell book was. The top second to the left...ten paces to the right and four forward.
With a look of pure lust for the stench and feel of blood on his hands, as soon as Dusk jumped, the creature loomed and vanished from view. Heart pounding through his rib cage, Dusk sprinted at the place he knew where the spell book to be, already trying to remember which page the right incantation was on. His hand hit something hard, and his fingers franticly tore it from the shelf, dodging just in time, by flying downwards, the massive shining blade of the scythe barely missing his head by inches. But he felt something skin him, and saw the three bangs on his head fly off, flying into random directions to the invisible space below.
For that moment everything seemed to slow down, and the white fox quickly rebounded off the floor away from the demon, skidding on the floor until he stopped. Without hesitation, he flung open the book to a page, praying it was the right one, and screamed, holding the book back in his grip with one hand, the other outstretching towards Lucifer, teeth barred, his eyes flaring in malice.
"I made a promise I'd keep this planet safe from the likes of you and all demonic forces...and especially you are not going to run rampant on this world like you have done so in the past! God's will ensures it!" Like passing the idea off, Lucifer made a degrading chuckle.
"God...pfft. Nothing can save you or any mortal I wish to rule from completing my goal." Dusk's initial plan, to shoot him on site now ceased, brows furrowing he looked at the monster and store at him.
"...And what is your goal?" Lucifer only smirked and shook his head.
"What do you believe?" Dusk's eyes half closed.
".......Rule all of heaven and the universe?"
"Close."
"You nut jobs are all alike..." He chuckled, and took his clawed hand and began to stroke it over the blades surface, and Dusk watched, the black he thought was always there seep from its surface, falling to the ground and bubbling through the floor like acid. His eyes glanced at the blade, and his own eyes seemed to close, before returning to meet Dusk's.
"If you go through this life helping people boy, you'll never understand the true meaning of the world, of the universe to it's real form." Dusk frowned deeper into those orange flaming orbs. "...The true meaning...God...you think everything is so simple. You little people with your worthless lives. So minuscule in the grand picture of this existence boy."
"Shut up...you would know nothing...you belong in the pits of hell, because you chose your path." Despite his confidence, fear began to dwell up inside him...and he knew if he didn't act know he would loose his chance. "...And it's because of that path...that you are banned from the land of the living...!" Lucifer only found it in himself to chuckle, the deadly scythe's blade twirling like a windmill in front of him a few moments before standing in an upright position in is hand. A drop of sweat fell down Dusk's cheek, the book beginning to light up, as out of the end of his palm, and soon to engulf his hand was a bright white mass of cloudy energy.
It had no from, a bright cloud of fiery energy, and as Dusk clenched his jaw to make himself fire and force the fear aside, Lucifer moved one finger upwards and moved it towards himself, a long black claw moving threateningly on the end.
"Go on...try."
"...........(gulp)............Go...back where you came from Satan!" The book's letters inscribed in gold, and the fireball grew twice it's size, before it vanished, and not a second later Dusk clenched his fist, and the monster was engulfed in a birth of blinding white fire.