Authors note: Bwahahaha. People likes my story. cool. Thanks to all you guys for reading. I am really glad you like this story, it is turning out to be my best story yet. I only wish that there was more people in this category. That would be cool. Well, back to the story.

The two wheels spun like mad, as the rider of this great demonic motorcycle, yanked harder on its throttle. The motorcycle was a wonderful sight to those who loved motorcycles. Its tank looked like the ribs of an animal while the tail end of the bike had a tailbone like structure. The front end looked like a great demon with his mouth wide open. In general, its looked like a burnt animal, the color black and red setting it off perfectly. The motorcycle itself was a Cruiser style bike. It fitted the rider of it perfectly. The man wore a heavy leather black jacket, Leather pants, and heavy boots. The pants and jacket had chains all on it. The rider also had on a pair of fingerless motorcycle gloves, Wrap-around sunglasses, Bandana with the U.S.A's colors on it. The Old Glory. The man's hair was brown, and very long, just like his beard. Standing straight, The man would stand well above 6 foot 7. Yes, he loved riding his motorcycle. He rode across the Mojave Desert at this time, the sun beating down on the bike and rider, as it continued its ride on the highway. The man let out a mighty laugh. He was having fun. Nothing could stop him from this fun.... Except for the dozen men on motorcycles in front of him. He reluctantly put on his backs, slowing down to a stop. He looks up at the men.

"What can I do ya for, fellas?"

"Are you Duce Malone" asks one of them.

"That's me. Whatchya want? And make it quick. Your cuttin in on my riden time here"

"First, your on our turf, so you goen to hafta pay toll."

"Aint got no money. What's the second?"

The man gives a grin. "Who said anythen about money? We want your bike."

Duce gets a grin on his face. This might be more fun then he thought. "You goen to try an take it from me kid?"

The person talking to him appeared to take offence to that remark of being called a kid. His smile turned into a sneer. "Yup, Get em boys"

The dozen bikers races at Duce. Duce in turn pumps his throttle, darting forward. The thugs wisely moved out of the way. If what was said about the bike was true, it would have eaten them in a heartbeat. Duce on the other hand, took his hands off the handle, and stuck them out. His body turns to black fur, his hands turning into massive Paw-like, claws. Its rips two of the bikers apart, their blood going all over the pavement. Duce takes control of his demonic motorcycle again and spun it around, facing the now ten bikers. They stared at the shredded corpse, and then to Duce. The leader spoke again.

"Holy Shit, I that that Were-Wolves could only transform at the full moon!!!"

Duce grin gets wider. "The regular ones do that. I've learned how to harness it. Ya'll just never knew that, cause I don't kill in the daytime much. Now, who still wants my bike?"

No one answered back. They knew this was going to be hard, but now that they knew that he could transform whenever he wanted, it became clear that it would be a suicide mission to pursue. They did the only thing that they could do. They cranked on their throttle, and jerked their bikes around as fast as they could. They were running. Duce let out a laugh, transforming back into his human form. He slowly put pressure onto his throttle, and turns the bike back to the direction he was riding in. He didn't get very far before spotting someone down the road, watching him. It looked like a young girl. What was a young girl doing out in a place like this? He rode up to the girl, getting a better look at her. He could smell that she was no normal girl. He took a deeper sniff. He knew what he smelled. This little girl was a Darkstalker. A Succubus to be more precise, and something else. The girl smiled at Duce, looking at him like a girl would like at a hero.

"That was sooooo cool the way you sliced those men like that. Oh my god it was so cool"

Duce lifts an eyebrow "uh, thanks. I think. Mind tellen my why your out here?

The girl sticks out a hand. "Oh, I'm Jenny Maximoff. I came to ask for your help in something"

"Oh really?" He shakes the girl's hand, smelling that she is sincere. "Maximoff? As in the Daughter of Demitri?"

The girl nods. "Yes sir. It is very important" She thinks for a moment. "And we have plenty of roads for you to ride on.

This was all that Duce had needed to hear. "I'm interested. Where to little lady?" He gives a smirk. She climbs onto the back of the demonic bike. Duce was shocked. The Dooms-day Bike, as it was called, would rarely let anyone onto it, let alone ride it. The motorcycle too, must be interested at the prospect of going onto demonic soil. Yup, that was it. It wasn't only interested, it was yearning. Duce could feel it.

"Just get going. I will take us there."

Duce couldn't help but laugh. He pumped his throttle, and was off, a mist covering them. When it cleared, they were gone.

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Both men yelled, as their weapons clashed together. One weapon was a large Katana, its holder about 5 foot 6, and looked as if he weighed only 210. He was a sleek man, wearing a special sneaking suit, and had on a red blindfold. His hair was black and short. The other man had a larger Magna Sword. He himself was 5 foot 8, and looked like he would weigh 270. He only had on a pair of loose fitting, silk pants, and had tattoos wrapped around his body. They glowed. His body itself has a strong one. His dark eyes peered into the blind fold, knowing his once best friend knew he was looking at that. Both men broke away, facing each other. The man with the blind fold talked.

"Please Drake, do not follow into the darkness."

"Shut up Brian. You only want it all for yourself. You wish for more power, so you can only embarrass me more". Drake jumped forward, his blade coming down as he came. Brian quickly jumps to the left side, and sends a right kick up at the side of Drake's head. It connects. Drake is pushed away. He stumbles to the ground, looking as though he was hurt. Brian advanced towards him.

"Drake, are you ok?" Drake had faked the injury. He lifts his now neon-glowing hand, a burst shooting forward.

"No, you care nothing for me. The Tattoo's of Arcane tells me that you are a liar. You only keep me around for your own humor" cries out, as Brian is sent backwards. Drake runs after Brain, his sword in hand. He was about to deal the final blow, but a strange darkness envelops him. Drake looks around, startled at first, but then laughs manically.

"The darkness has chosen me. I will be more powerful then ever" the words fade as Drake disappears. Brian could only hang his head in shame. He knew this would happen. His Psychic powers had told him, but he tried to stop Drake anyways. He also knew he would fail at this. Right now, he only waited where he sat. He waited for that someone to come. He knew he would be paid a visit. It didn't take to long. He felt him creep up like a shadow.

"I have been waiting for Lord Demitri. I will assist you." Brian gets up, and walks to Demitri. Demitri say nothing. He forms the mist, and are both gone when it clears.

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She scuttled across her webbing. She felt someone enter her domain. She smiles to herself. A new toy perhaps. She finally sees what had disturbed her webbing. It was a beautiful Fairy Woman. The Fairy Women looked up at the person coming to her, and scream out. She struggled, but could not get free of the webbing attached to her wings, and skin. The creature she was screaming in terror at, was Sora, Queen of the spider people. The spider woman had black hair, that went down to the small of her back. She was clothed only in her webbing. Her lower body on the other hand, was that of a spider. Sora moves closer to the Fairy. Sora ripped the webbings away from her, the fairy in turn, looked up into Sora's brown eyes. They stared. The fairy began to feel safe, as if Sora had come to save her. She was shocked, when Sora had shoved webbing into her mouth. The Fairy gagged, her arms waving, but soon they were tied with webbing, behind her back, her legs spread apart. Sora looked as the Fairy tried to get free. Oh how she loved to watch her prey struggle against there bonds. She absolutely loved it. Sora fondled with the fairy for some hours. Torturing her, before the kill. Finally, she again looked into her eyes. They were filled with pain, and horror. Sora could tell she had given up. She smiled to herself. He puts her hands around her head, and pressed her lips against the fairy's lips, giving her the final kiss, this girl will ever again have. She twisted her head, a loud popping sound echoing throughout the caverns. It was done. Sora feasted on the body of the Fairy. She then walked back to where she came from. The darkness had already taken her. She was ready for the things to come. She let out a terrible laugh, thinking of all the toys she will soon have.

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He flew. His long golden hair flung behind him, his white robes flapped from the wind beating upon. His angelic wings beat flawlessly, never missing a beat. He was a beautiful sight to see, an angel flying around in the sky. Out here in the middle of the desert, Angelus was looking for someone, or rather, something. His sparkling blue eyes darted back and forth, scanning the grounds. He didn't see what he was looking for, but he did find a man. He appeared to be stranded out here. In the African deserts, it was not a good idea to be wandering. Angelus flew down and landed gracefully on his feet, and stood to his full height. He was tall. Very tall, standing about 6 foot 10, but his body looked as if he was like porcelain. Nothing was said. Angelus smiled sweetly, offering his hand. The man slowly stood up, embracing the angel and crying. He was going to be saved. This angel was taking him back home. Angelus wrapped his arms around the man, and with a beat with his mighty wings, they were in the air. He went higher and higher, until they were at least a hundred miles off the ground. Angelus's eyes turned from a trustful, loving one, to that of a wicked, pain-loving creature. He dropped the man. He followed him all the way back to the ground, as he fell. Angelus enjoyed watching others hopes become shattered. It was his life. Finally the man, who screamed all the way down, hit the ground. The force of the impact was so great, that the man left a crater in the earth, his own body on the other hand, exploded like a water balloon, blood bursting every where. Angelus smiled to himself. He then went back to his search. He found it after several hours of searching. A stone man. A Golem to be more precise. The Golem looked up at Angelus as he approached the stone man. Golem, as he was called, moved to Angelus, his evil energy being felt. Angelus smiled.

"Master is calling us. We must answer" Said Angelus.

"Yes, we must" Replied the Golem. "We must prepare for his coming"

Angelus gave out a wicked laugh. He snapped his finger, and a flash of light transported them off of this realm.

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It was dark and stormy at the cemetery. It was unnatural. Everyone could feel it in the air. Everyone especially knew, when one of the graves, was suddenly struck by a red lightning bolt. The family stared out of the window, in their home. They knew Darkstalkers were strong, but this was a little too much. A figure appeared from that grave. At howled, not in anger, but in hysteria. The figure stepped into the light, the family getting a better look. This man had once been a killer. In death, he was reserected, so he could kill again. He did, for a time, until he fell in love with a certain someone. He had found a spell from an old magician, that would turn him back into the full living again, instead of the walking dead. He had been happy for the rest of his second life, even managing to become a famous rock star. He had had a family before he dead from old age. He was happy when he died. Now, all traces of those memories are gone. He can remember nothing about his first reserection, or his second life. He howled again, and started to jam on his demonic guitar. It was the song. The song of Lord Raptor. A darkness soon covered over him. When it was gone, so was he. The family blinked, then shut the window, and locked all the doors. They did not sleep that night.

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Rage. This was all that Diamond knew. Her anger was as hot as the flames of Hell. Diamond stood about an inch taller then Demitri, but her body mass was just as built as he was. Her pupils were the color red. Demitri had once told her he had loved those eyes. That was long ago. Before even that slut Morrigan had come around. Diamond had once been Demitri's personal slave, following every command he made, fulfilling whatever desires he wanted on her. She had come to love him. But that witch stole him. That Succubus had used her powers of seduction, that was the only answer for this all. Diamonds would make her pay, and she had already sealed the deal with a great power to do so. She had been promised Demitri, and Morrigan's head....after Annihilation was done with her. She smiled at the things that the Old One would do to Morrigan, and she would be right there, laughing at her, enjoying the pain of that thieving slut. She got off of her chair, and went to a dresser. She pulled on a leather bra, as that was the only thing she could wear. Her bats wings was set in the way for anything else. She then pulled on her leather thongs, and the thick leather boots. She put on a metal collar, a symbol of her love for Demitri. A symbol that she would always be with him. She brushed back her long black hair, made sure that her pointed teeth were clean and sharp. Her tanned skin seemed fine. She wanted to be perfect when Demitri came to her again. She would have it no other way. She inspected her wings. She was a vampire, true. But she was unlike all the rest. Like Demitri, she was stronger, faster, more agile, and a better hunter then the rest. She knew she was better. After she was satisfied with herself, she walked out of her room, a small cave, with a bed, a dresser, and a mirror. It was all she needed to accommodate her needs. She looked at all of the Darkstalkers that had been summoned by The Old One, known as Annihilation. She smiled. She looked to her left, as the final member floated into the larger cave. It was a ghost. Her name was Shriek. That was all she knew about her. For now, she held no features. She was only an aberration at the moment. They say that only the strongest could look at her true image, and still be alive. Time would only tell. This was her army. This was what she was called to do, to lead them into battle. She laughed. Waiting was still a must, so that Annihilation could gather strength, but this did not bother Diamond. She will wait. And when it is time, well, Diamond only laughed again at the thought.

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On both sides, the forces are gathered. Now all there is to do, is wait. Once the time is up, my power will be at full, and nothing will be able to stop me and my forces. Yes, I will wait. It will not be long now, maybe a few years. Nothing will stand in the way of, Annihilation. Bwahahahahahahaha

Author's note: Magic:TheGathering, is both an addictive card game, and an even more addictive book..........I so want Akroma, she is so hot.