Marshall shook his head. "No, not Dash. Stragos."
Simon nodded, "Okay..yeah."
"The trumpet he brought in is interesting. You heard what they said, right? Very dangerous, powerful in the wrong hands, perfect for it's owner? Not only that, but the trumpet's owner is named 'Gabriel'? Something is going on here. Something big."
Simon sighed, "Yup, the story of our life. You think we should go find Stragos? He looked so tired, maybe he's stayin' at a motel."
"Yeah. I'll stay in here, just in case he might come back. You go look for the guy. If you see him, call me on the walkie-talkie."
"Alright, sounds like an adventure." He ran out.
Mr. Radford looked over at Marshall. "Hey, where's your friend off to in such a hurry?"
Marshall shrugged, "I don't know, he's just looking for somebody."
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Dash X was walking into a alley. He just saw Simon speed by on a bicycle. Dash laughed to himself. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him, with a strong scent of sulfur.
The figure behind him said, "Do you know the difference between zombies and consumers..Dash?"
"The Donald!" Dash turned around, facing the Evil One.
But he looked different. Before, he came to Eerie dressed in a nice suit, he looked like a tycoon. Not this time. He was dressed in a black robe, he had
brown hair past the neck, and a beard. His nails were black, he also had a symbolic scar on his neck. He looked a bit younger too. "So good to be back here again! Right?"
He stepped back, his leg shaking. "But..you, you're..you don't look like The Donald now."
The Devil smiled, "I have many forms..this is my most true one. And please, call me Lucifer. That *is* my name, after all."
Dash nodded nervously, "Uh..ok, sure." He looked to Lucifer's left and saw two creepy figures.
They were hunched over, crouching on the dumpster. They had long nails, leathery skin, and were draped in brown rags. They had vines over the eyes. They just sat there watching, hands folded, snarling.
Lucifer said, "Don't mind them. They're my helpers."
Dash asked, "What do you want? Last time, Marshall foiled your plan to take everyone's souls."
"He told you, huh? Well, I'm not here for souls now. But someone else will be soon. But not everyone's soul..just the dark ones. I have no choice, the seraph is becoming a real pain in The Basement."
"The Basement?"
"Hell."
"Oh."
"I have no choice but to let him go. He continues to plot against Michael, against you talking monkeys. Even in Hell, he refuses to give up this war. I
thought that he would have learned his lesson, but all my efforts to stop his plans have failed. Why, some of my own servants are joining him! I won't allow it, so I must let him go."
Dash's mouth dropped open in surprise. "*What*?! What do you mean by 'talking monkeys'?"
"Oops. Sorry, you don't know about this, but that's just a term we use when we talk about you humans."
"Ooh, good one. I don't know if I should be amused or pissed off."
"Didn't you hear anything else I said? The war, Gabriel's plans, the problems he's causing down there?"
"Sure I did. But I don't care, it's not MY problem."
Lucifer smiled. "It will be." Then he walked out into the open, followed by his wraiths.
Dash stood there, dumbfounded. What did this freak mean? 'It will be'? Then he smiled mischievously. "Aha! I got it. Now I know how to get more money from Mars." After waiting a few minutes, he slowly trailed
Lucifer, trying to be hidden, following far behind. He had a hunch that The Donald was up to something..if Dash can find out what he was going to do, he could use that information to get richer.
Simon nodded, "Okay..yeah."
"The trumpet he brought in is interesting. You heard what they said, right? Very dangerous, powerful in the wrong hands, perfect for it's owner? Not only that, but the trumpet's owner is named 'Gabriel'? Something is going on here. Something big."
Simon sighed, "Yup, the story of our life. You think we should go find Stragos? He looked so tired, maybe he's stayin' at a motel."
"Yeah. I'll stay in here, just in case he might come back. You go look for the guy. If you see him, call me on the walkie-talkie."
"Alright, sounds like an adventure." He ran out.
Mr. Radford looked over at Marshall. "Hey, where's your friend off to in such a hurry?"
Marshall shrugged, "I don't know, he's just looking for somebody."
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Dash X was walking into a alley. He just saw Simon speed by on a bicycle. Dash laughed to himself. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him, with a strong scent of sulfur.
The figure behind him said, "Do you know the difference between zombies and consumers..Dash?"
"The Donald!" Dash turned around, facing the Evil One.
But he looked different. Before, he came to Eerie dressed in a nice suit, he looked like a tycoon. Not this time. He was dressed in a black robe, he had
brown hair past the neck, and a beard. His nails were black, he also had a symbolic scar on his neck. He looked a bit younger too. "So good to be back here again! Right?"
He stepped back, his leg shaking. "But..you, you're..you don't look like The Donald now."
The Devil smiled, "I have many forms..this is my most true one. And please, call me Lucifer. That *is* my name, after all."
Dash nodded nervously, "Uh..ok, sure." He looked to Lucifer's left and saw two creepy figures.
They were hunched over, crouching on the dumpster. They had long nails, leathery skin, and were draped in brown rags. They had vines over the eyes. They just sat there watching, hands folded, snarling.
Lucifer said, "Don't mind them. They're my helpers."
Dash asked, "What do you want? Last time, Marshall foiled your plan to take everyone's souls."
"He told you, huh? Well, I'm not here for souls now. But someone else will be soon. But not everyone's soul..just the dark ones. I have no choice, the seraph is becoming a real pain in The Basement."
"The Basement?"
"Hell."
"Oh."
"I have no choice but to let him go. He continues to plot against Michael, against you talking monkeys. Even in Hell, he refuses to give up this war. I
thought that he would have learned his lesson, but all my efforts to stop his plans have failed. Why, some of my own servants are joining him! I won't allow it, so I must let him go."
Dash's mouth dropped open in surprise. "*What*?! What do you mean by 'talking monkeys'?"
"Oops. Sorry, you don't know about this, but that's just a term we use when we talk about you humans."
"Ooh, good one. I don't know if I should be amused or pissed off."
"Didn't you hear anything else I said? The war, Gabriel's plans, the problems he's causing down there?"
"Sure I did. But I don't care, it's not MY problem."
Lucifer smiled. "It will be." Then he walked out into the open, followed by his wraiths.
Dash stood there, dumbfounded. What did this freak mean? 'It will be'? Then he smiled mischievously. "Aha! I got it. Now I know how to get more money from Mars." After waiting a few minutes, he slowly trailed
Lucifer, trying to be hidden, following far behind. He had a hunch that The Donald was up to something..if Dash can find out what he was going to do, he could use that information to get richer.