This night is only getting better.. Thought the Hellspawn as he raced towards the sound of screams. The noise came from one of his back alleys, and sounded like a woman screaming rape. Of course, when you were in such a situation you were supposed to scream fire, no one wanted to be caught in a rape case.
Moonlight danced upon the form of the running warrior of Hell as Spawn dashed towards the sound, his boots pounding on the pavement of the alley. A month had passed since his fight with Augustine, and the November air was even colder on the East Coast city of New York. Busting out into the alley where the noise was coming from, three figures wearing black overcoats sat patiently by the while, while a stereo made the noises.
Had the Hellspawn had eyebrows, they would be arched in question. However, such was not possible and instead one of his many chains shot out and stabbed right through the middle of the stereo, ending the sounds. The three figures all laughed in unison, a small but strong laugh.
Standing was the one in the middle, who pilled back the hood on his overcoat. He had short messy black hair and dark eyes. His hands were at his sides, a perpetual devilish grin on his face. "Welcome Hellspawn, we were hoping Augustine would provide more of a challenge but apparently there isn't much we can throw at you that will have a chance is there?"
"What the hell are you talking about skinny?" It dawned on Spawn the nature of the slender figure underneath the coat, weak and human.
"Mr. Dandalo, you killed him. I'm not quite sure how else I'm supposed to put it Mr. Simmons."
"What is it to you little man?" The Hellspawn bellowed into the alley, the two figures beside the speaker laughed slightly.
"We sent him to you, and now we offer his soul as a tribute to you great Hellspawn." He smiled and stepped fully into the light, a pentagram visible on his forehead. "You see, Mr. Dandalo worked for us. His mission was to test your strength, to see if you were truly the top of the food chain in demons on the Earth. Apparently, you got the best of him. In death Mr. Dandalo may still yet serve the Followers of the Fallen Host. Do you believe in Satan Mr. Simmons?"
"I believe in Hell, I've been there. But why do I need to tell you that?" The mind of Spawn tried to process the information this man was spitting out.
"Mr. Dandalo is there now most likely, he was a very good actor. I think the Latin helped don't you think?"
"He was a holy man, his bullets caused wounds in me no other gun could replicate."
"What if I were to tell you that was just one of the tricks my organization has available to itself? You aren't good at looking past false charades apparently, Augustine Niccilo Dandalo worships the only god left, Satan."
"Your making about as little sense as me just standing here and not ripping your vocal cords out."
"Please calm yourself Mr. Simmons, hold yourself in control. God is dead, he cannot possibly have sent a hunter to destroy you. As I said, Augustine Niccilo Dandalo was a test. It appears you are worthy of our worship Hellspawn."
To his surprise, the two figures beside the man and the man himself got on his knees. "I am Lucius Aragon Hellspawn, myself and my men devote ourselves to your ruler ship over this dominion of Earth. May the majesty of hell be furthered with our advances in your realm."
Spawn folded his arms over his chest, he hated the religious types. Okay, so Al Simmons' entire story was about Hell, but he still hated the religious types. Three heads bowed to him, and remained silent for many long moments. The glint of steel caught his eyes, and he watched as the men still bowed before him. "Rise, you stupid idiots. I hate you people so much, don't worship me. If you don't leave my damn alley I'm going to kill you."
However, it appeared his words fell on deaf ears, as blood slowly tricked down the necks and coats of the three men, their heads slowly sliding off of their necks. Spawn's chains immediately fluttered out, prepared to defend against whatever onslaught came. "Blasphemer! Defiler of the word! God is alive and well, you just have yet to find him."
A few dove's feathers fell by Spawn's feet, and he looked in the direction they came from only to find a figure swathed in white light. A cross burned as a tattoo among his head, light blazing out of it. Augustine Niccilo Dandalo had a wingspan of about a meter, with a steel sword in his hand, his sword. "Fools lie and deceive, Satan is the Father of Lies. You Hellspawn do not get off so easy as well, you are a demon and must be removed from this earth."
The Hellspawn looked at his clothes, which were not a white robe with crosses embroidered in the center and various other areas. Grinning the Hellspawn prepared for a battle, kicking Lucius' head against the wall nearest the angel and splattering blood all over Augustine. The radiant angel, covered in blood began to spread a deathly red globe as he had before in human form. However in this dome there was no weak spot, nowhere for Spawn to blast. Rolling towards the only space not enveloped within seconds of the Dome's creation, he came upon the body of Lucius.
His hand came over something small and silver, a pendant that had been on Lucius' neck. Looking at it, he saw the pentagram made perfectly. It was ornate, with various demonic names written on each line. Spawn threw it at the barrier of red as it expanded, the power of the faith in hell behind it shattering the barrier and allowing Spawn a few moments of reprieve from the fear it brought.
Lunging from his crouched position, he tackled the Angel to the ground, pinning his arms down. The Angel broke his sword arm free, and promptly smashed his hilt into Spawn's forehead. Al Simmons was now very pissed as green blood oozed from the wound. A blast of pure white light send Spawn flying off of him and into the wall in the back of the alley.
Causing debris to cover the area from his impact, he stood and growled. The Angel advanced on him in a flurry, and with a swipe of his glowing sword removed the left arm of the Hellspawn. Spawn roared in fury and watched as the limb crashed to the ground, green blood spraying into the eyes of God's divine punishment.
Momentarily blinded, Spawn took that moment of the Angel's weakness to charge up a beam of pure balefire. As the Angel finally regained his sight, it was blocked out by the open palm of the Hellspawn. Opening his mouth to say something, the Hellspawn gave him no chance, blasting his head right off of his shoulders.
The burned pulp of a head rolled right next to Lucius'. The Hellspawn growled and spent what energy he had left to get his arm back in it's rightful place, blood still dripping from some of his wounds. He stalked over to the boy and head of the angel, which slowly faded away, nothing but the few doves feathers that heralded his appearance left behind.
Picking them up, he came to the realization that he just killed an angel. Sometimes he hated being a demon. Shaking his head, He just walked out of the back of the alley, letting the cops clean up this mess. NYC was dangerous enough for normal humans but it was pretty bad for the Hellspawn as well. For all of his powers Spawn was still venerable, there would always be someone who posed a challenge and a threat to his dominion over the back alleys.
He just hoped and wished that they would give up for awhile. The Hellspawn shook his head and went back to his own alley, making it there within a few minutes. He sat down and starred at the dove feathers, feathers that had come off of Angel wings. Perhaps there was a God? Perhaps he was out there. Well if he was he wasn't doing the Hellspawn any good.
Continuing to stare at his little morsel of an Angel, the Hellspawn was not saddened.
Moonlight danced upon the form of the running warrior of Hell as Spawn dashed towards the sound, his boots pounding on the pavement of the alley. A month had passed since his fight with Augustine, and the November air was even colder on the East Coast city of New York. Busting out into the alley where the noise was coming from, three figures wearing black overcoats sat patiently by the while, while a stereo made the noises.
Had the Hellspawn had eyebrows, they would be arched in question. However, such was not possible and instead one of his many chains shot out and stabbed right through the middle of the stereo, ending the sounds. The three figures all laughed in unison, a small but strong laugh.
Standing was the one in the middle, who pilled back the hood on his overcoat. He had short messy black hair and dark eyes. His hands were at his sides, a perpetual devilish grin on his face. "Welcome Hellspawn, we were hoping Augustine would provide more of a challenge but apparently there isn't much we can throw at you that will have a chance is there?"
"What the hell are you talking about skinny?" It dawned on Spawn the nature of the slender figure underneath the coat, weak and human.
"Mr. Dandalo, you killed him. I'm not quite sure how else I'm supposed to put it Mr. Simmons."
"What is it to you little man?" The Hellspawn bellowed into the alley, the two figures beside the speaker laughed slightly.
"We sent him to you, and now we offer his soul as a tribute to you great Hellspawn." He smiled and stepped fully into the light, a pentagram visible on his forehead. "You see, Mr. Dandalo worked for us. His mission was to test your strength, to see if you were truly the top of the food chain in demons on the Earth. Apparently, you got the best of him. In death Mr. Dandalo may still yet serve the Followers of the Fallen Host. Do you believe in Satan Mr. Simmons?"
"I believe in Hell, I've been there. But why do I need to tell you that?" The mind of Spawn tried to process the information this man was spitting out.
"Mr. Dandalo is there now most likely, he was a very good actor. I think the Latin helped don't you think?"
"He was a holy man, his bullets caused wounds in me no other gun could replicate."
"What if I were to tell you that was just one of the tricks my organization has available to itself? You aren't good at looking past false charades apparently, Augustine Niccilo Dandalo worships the only god left, Satan."
"Your making about as little sense as me just standing here and not ripping your vocal cords out."
"Please calm yourself Mr. Simmons, hold yourself in control. God is dead, he cannot possibly have sent a hunter to destroy you. As I said, Augustine Niccilo Dandalo was a test. It appears you are worthy of our worship Hellspawn."
To his surprise, the two figures beside the man and the man himself got on his knees. "I am Lucius Aragon Hellspawn, myself and my men devote ourselves to your ruler ship over this dominion of Earth. May the majesty of hell be furthered with our advances in your realm."
Spawn folded his arms over his chest, he hated the religious types. Okay, so Al Simmons' entire story was about Hell, but he still hated the religious types. Three heads bowed to him, and remained silent for many long moments. The glint of steel caught his eyes, and he watched as the men still bowed before him. "Rise, you stupid idiots. I hate you people so much, don't worship me. If you don't leave my damn alley I'm going to kill you."
However, it appeared his words fell on deaf ears, as blood slowly tricked down the necks and coats of the three men, their heads slowly sliding off of their necks. Spawn's chains immediately fluttered out, prepared to defend against whatever onslaught came. "Blasphemer! Defiler of the word! God is alive and well, you just have yet to find him."
A few dove's feathers fell by Spawn's feet, and he looked in the direction they came from only to find a figure swathed in white light. A cross burned as a tattoo among his head, light blazing out of it. Augustine Niccilo Dandalo had a wingspan of about a meter, with a steel sword in his hand, his sword. "Fools lie and deceive, Satan is the Father of Lies. You Hellspawn do not get off so easy as well, you are a demon and must be removed from this earth."
The Hellspawn looked at his clothes, which were not a white robe with crosses embroidered in the center and various other areas. Grinning the Hellspawn prepared for a battle, kicking Lucius' head against the wall nearest the angel and splattering blood all over Augustine. The radiant angel, covered in blood began to spread a deathly red globe as he had before in human form. However in this dome there was no weak spot, nowhere for Spawn to blast. Rolling towards the only space not enveloped within seconds of the Dome's creation, he came upon the body of Lucius.
His hand came over something small and silver, a pendant that had been on Lucius' neck. Looking at it, he saw the pentagram made perfectly. It was ornate, with various demonic names written on each line. Spawn threw it at the barrier of red as it expanded, the power of the faith in hell behind it shattering the barrier and allowing Spawn a few moments of reprieve from the fear it brought.
Lunging from his crouched position, he tackled the Angel to the ground, pinning his arms down. The Angel broke his sword arm free, and promptly smashed his hilt into Spawn's forehead. Al Simmons was now very pissed as green blood oozed from the wound. A blast of pure white light send Spawn flying off of him and into the wall in the back of the alley.
Causing debris to cover the area from his impact, he stood and growled. The Angel advanced on him in a flurry, and with a swipe of his glowing sword removed the left arm of the Hellspawn. Spawn roared in fury and watched as the limb crashed to the ground, green blood spraying into the eyes of God's divine punishment.
Momentarily blinded, Spawn took that moment of the Angel's weakness to charge up a beam of pure balefire. As the Angel finally regained his sight, it was blocked out by the open palm of the Hellspawn. Opening his mouth to say something, the Hellspawn gave him no chance, blasting his head right off of his shoulders.
The burned pulp of a head rolled right next to Lucius'. The Hellspawn growled and spent what energy he had left to get his arm back in it's rightful place, blood still dripping from some of his wounds. He stalked over to the boy and head of the angel, which slowly faded away, nothing but the few doves feathers that heralded his appearance left behind.
Picking them up, he came to the realization that he just killed an angel. Sometimes he hated being a demon. Shaking his head, He just walked out of the back of the alley, letting the cops clean up this mess. NYC was dangerous enough for normal humans but it was pretty bad for the Hellspawn as well. For all of his powers Spawn was still venerable, there would always be someone who posed a challenge and a threat to his dominion over the back alleys.
He just hoped and wished that they would give up for awhile. The Hellspawn shook his head and went back to his own alley, making it there within a few minutes. He sat down and starred at the dove feathers, feathers that had come off of Angel wings. Perhaps there was a God? Perhaps he was out there. Well if he was he wasn't doing the Hellspawn any good.
Continuing to stare at his little morsel of an Angel, the Hellspawn was not saddened.