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Chapter 5: What's it to you?

Somewhere located in the deepest and darkest places of the underworld, is a towering, mountainous structure surrounded by burning magma and the suffering screams of the damned. The thick stench of copper and ash poisoned the air. A symphony of fire and death played here the loudest out of all the places in the underworld. It was a fortress to instil fear in anyone that dared go there, and what better a fortress for none other than the dark lord himself, HIM.

Inside are hundreds maybe thousands of rows of dark demon soldiers practicing their attacks and formations, readying for the war against the Bitch Queen and her skeleton armies. The commander oversaw his work in the making first hand, as he had worked long and hard to make sure that these soldiers would become the largest most deadly army the underworld has ever seen. From behind him, approached the sound of expensive leather shoes tapping against the stone floor.

"Looking good, commander!" a voice from behind complemented.

"My lord!" he bowed "Yes! I have shaped these soldiers into the perfect army, completely at your disposal!"

"That's good to hear!" HIM replied "but I was speaking of your uniform! Quite dashing I have to say!"

"Uhh, thank you my lord" he stood back up, slightly embarrassed "I had it pressed yesterday"

"Good to know you're prepared! Now, I was told an agent from the mortal realm was here to meet me?"

"Yes, my lord." He turned to face the door to the far right of the grounds "bring him out!" he shouted.

Two guards exited the door way with an injured demon in human form between them. They brought him over holding him up by his shoulders as he was too beat up to walk fast enough. They stopped before them and knelt, quickly letting go of the demon and leaving him as they left.

"So, you're in charge of the Bellwood station I believe!" HIM said "What's the news? Good things I hope!"

"Umm…" stalled the demon "there's been a…a complication with the Bellwood station"

"A complication you say?" HIM asked "well, let's hear it!"

"You see, uhh, it's been completely destroyed."

HIM stood there in silence, processing what he had just heard.

"You're serious?" he asked in a disappointed tone.

"I thought the stations were undetectable!" added the commander, "who could have done this!?"

"It was a warrior!" he answered "a man! He was armed to the brim with explosives, fire power, he was damned bullet proof!"

HIM quickly keeled over, his nose nearly touching the demon's, and stared into his eyes angrily.

"Are you telling me that ONE GUY…!" he shouted, "…DESTROYED YOUR ENTIRE FACILITY!?"

The demon looked at the ground in fear "Y-YES! I SWEAR! He was too powerful! Too strong! He killed all my men!"

HIM then looked at the demon's shirt, noticing it was ripped from the chest up to the throat. Under it was a large scar.

"A scar?" HIM said as he pinched the rip and moved it aside to have a better look, "Demons can't get scars! You regenerate!"

"That's it my lord!" the demon said "He was wielding a God sword!"

HIM let go of the shirt, and his expression of anger turned to pure shock.

"Impossible" said HIM.

"It's unlikely, my lord, but not impossible that swords other than the samurai's exist. That is saying 'if' it is not the same sword" informed the commander.

"No…" HIM replied, "The Queen Bitch has the samurai's sword." He stroked his goatee with his metallic crab claw hand, "So it must be another."

HIM looked at the ground and pondered, still inches from the demons face.

HIM asked menacingly "What was his name?"

"He didn't give me one." answered the demon "only a message."

"What did he say?"

"Umm…" he began to stall again.

"TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT HE SAID!" HIM shouted.

"Ahh! He-he told me to say 'don't fuck with my world again, or you're fucking with me, and you don't wanna fuck with m-AARRGHL!"

HIM had plunged his pincer through the demons chest and pilfered his heart out his back, then crushed it in his sharp metal claw.

"Ew" said the commander.

HIM ripped his arm free from the corpse, stood back up and flicked off the necroplasm, absorbing what was left on his blood red skin.

"Send word to all the facilities in the mortal realm that a saboteur is onto our operation." He ordered the commander, "We cannot allow the humans to find out or prepare for my attack."

"I'll get right on that my lord"

"And someone clean this shit up!"

At castle Grimskull, the Reaper family and Isaac prepared themselves for their delayed evening dinner. Isaac and Mandy still recovering from their fight, slumped into their chairs at the dinner table panting and holding their bruised bodies. Isaac sat on the longer left side of the rectangular table in the middle seat, Mandy sat on the opposite side at the corner with Grim sitting on the end beside her.

Breaking the ice, Isaac asked "Okay, so where's dinner?"

"We'll wait for the kids, if you don't mind" Mandy answered.

Isaac rolled his eyes and muttered "sorry I asked"

Grim Jr arrived and took the seat across the table from his mother.

"Saw you two having a tussle in the yard before!" Grim Jr said "You would have to be a pretty good fighter if you can beat my Mom, Isaac!"

"Nobody beat anyone, Jr!" said Mandy "we were tired and we mutually agreed to finish it another time, right Isaac?"

"Well I don't…" Isaac was interrupted by the menacing glare that Mandy gave him "…uh, yeah, sure."

The tentacle that was attached to the skeleton boy was giving him a less threatening glare, but still as threatening as it could attempt. As Isaac noticed this, he pulled his coat around his back to reveal the cross on his belt, causing the tentacle to recede back into the boy's hoodie.

"What the…? Hey!" the boy shouted as he noticed this, "Stop doing that to him!"

"If you bothered to control that thing I wouldn't have to pull this out all the time." Isaac replied.

"You know what?" the boy asked "I was starting to think you were cool, but now, not so much"

Isaac physically recoiled to the boy's statement.

"Yeah that's right!" the boy said "you're not all that!"

"Oh no, you misunderstand." Replied Isaac "I was just surprised that you even thought I gave a shit."

Jr fell silent to his remark, then looked down at the table, feeling sight shame.

"Language at deh table, Isaac." Grim intervened.

Isaac put his hands up and said "sorry" then lowered them again.

"What the fuck is taking Mini so long?" Mandy asked.

Isaac pretended to gasp silently, then pointed at Mandy while looking at Grim. Grim replied with a stare of pure annoyance. Mandy was too busy looking down the hall at Minnie's bedroom door to notice.

"Oh for God's sakes, MINNIE!" yelled Mandy "GET YOUR ASS TO THE DINNER TABLE NOW!"

The sound of disgruntled stomping feet erupted shortly after Mandy's call, then Minnie's bedroom door flew open and slammed against the wall.

"I am coming moth'r!" shouted the one eyed, blonde Frankenstein looking little girl.

She stormed down the hallway toward the table. As she passed Isaac she stopped to look at him. Isaac pulled his chair out from under him to see who this moody little girl was. Minnie's tantrum paused, and Isaac's smirk turned into a frown.

Through Isaac's eyes, her skin looked like a black void, devouring the light around her. In the space of her head were two angled green glowing half circles, which he assumed were her eyes. It also contained a wide smiling mouth filled with razor sharp teeth, and a green aura hovered around her silhouette. She stank of ectoplasm, the worst he had ever smelled.

To Minnie, Isaac's skin looked as if it was on fire. Flames spewed from his gaping eyes, as if windows into his burning soul. The shadow he cast onto the floor was a perfect silhouette, but unlike him, it had a pair of large feathered wings.

Grim and Mandy looked at each other in confusion over what was happening between their daughter and their guest.

"Uhh, Isaac dis is our daughter, Minnie. Minnie, dis is Isaac. He is our guest." Said Grim.

Minnie, still retaining eye contact with Isaac, curtsied and said "Prithee to meet thee, Mr Isaac"

"Uhh, w-what?" he replied

"Apologies, mine own vocabulary is from anoth'r timeth. I desire t doest not both'r thee."

"Umm…" Isaac shook his head lightly, "No?"

"Excellent. Anon if 't be true thee shall excuses me." She then made her way to the seat on the other end of the table, the furthest away from everyone.

Isaac watched as she made her way to the seat, and sat.

"Finally." Mandy muttered "PAIN! BRING IT OUT!"

"As you wish Milady!" Pain called from the kitchen.

Pain exited the kitchen holding a covered metal pan in his right hand. Other skeleton servants followed behind him holding similar pans. They all circled the table, placing the pans in front of everyone. Pain had Isaac's meal, and unveiled it before his eyes. A fat porterhouse T-bone steak with potatoes and vegetables.

"Bon appetit!" said Pain.

"Oh! Wow!" Isaac gasped "this looks really good!"

"I hope you enjoy it Master Isaac!" Pain replied.

Everyone immediately dug into their meals without hesitation. Isaac took that first cut into the steak. The knife glided through it like butter. He Inspected the piece to find it was medium to well done.

"Beautiful" he said to himself.

He placed the chunk in his mouth and began to chew.

"Oh god!" he said

"What seems to be the issue Mr Isaac?" asked Pain.

"It's…" a tear rolled down his cheek "It's so good! I've been eating diner food for years. Finally, some real food."

"I'm glad you like it Mr Isaac." said Pain before leaving the table and entering the kitchen once again.

"So, how do you two eat?" Isaac asked as he pointed at Grim and Jr with his knife.

Jr replied first, saying "I chew, my pal here does the digesting"

Grim answered with "I keep a sack in my chest cavity"

Isaac smiled and nodded "that's pretty gross Grim. Thanks for sharing that."

"Hey, you asked" Grim replied, forking a lettuce leaf into his bony jaw.

Isaac kept eating, but soon swallowed what he was chewing as a new question had entered his mind.

"So uhh, how did 'this' happen?" pointing his knife at Jr, Grim and Mandy.

Grim choked on his salad after hearing what he asked.

Jr replied with "what do you mean?"

The tentacle whispered something in Jr's ear hole.

"What?" Jr responded "Ah! Gross!"

Without taking her attention away from her meal, Mandy replied with "Abortion".

Isaac, looking puzzled, said "I…still don't get it."

Minnie, who seemed quite repulsed by Isaac's etiquette, placed her cutlery on the table and asked "At which hour shall thee beest leaving, Mr Isaac?"

"Minnie!" shouted Mandy.

"Tis a valid question m'dear" Grim told Mandy, "Minnie, Isaac will be staying wit us indefinitely."

"Indefinitely!?" Minnie replied.

"Or until further notice"

"This is an outrage!" she yelled "His presence shall leadeth to our destruction!"

"Minnie!" Mandy shouted "Shut up and eat your dinner!"

"Listen kid" Isaac said to Minnie "I don't like this anymore than you do. If there was any other way, I would have taken that instead. My interests don't involve you or your family. I'm here for this war, I'm here for that red, lobster claw son of a bitch, HIM, and that's it."

Minnie stood up out of her chair, "oh I doubteth that not! But thou art a beacon yond shall leadeth the armies of fire to raineth down upon us!"

Mandy looked at Isaac and asked "What does she mean?"

"I honestly have no clue" he replied.

"Can thee not seeth?" she shouted at her parents.

"Minnie!" Grim shouted "You are way out of line!"

"So thee doth knoweth, fath'r, but what of moth'r?!"

Mandy stood up and slammed her hands on the table in frustration "GRIM! WHAT DOES SHE MEAN?!"

"Uhh, how may I put dis?" he said as he tapped his chin.

"MOTHER, HE IS OF HOLY DESCENT!" Minnie shouted.

Mandy looked at Isaac, eyes wide open in shock over what she just heard, then yelled "WWWWHAT!?"

Isaac slumped back into his chair and placed his hands in his lap, "So?" he replied, "What's it to you?"