Mikey walked forward, and read a sign that had the words "Devil's lair" written on it. Those two words meant more to him than anything. He knew walking into that place would be his only chance to get out of here. Even though he could here his brother dry humping a dead woman, he refused to lose focus on the task at hand.
"You sure you're up for this?" Jake asked, as he zipped up his pants.
"I have never wanted anything more than to go back to the land of the living. It's what every demon dreams of Jake." Mikey answered.
"Then lets go!" Jake shouted as he ran into the devil's lair.
He was greeted with a right hook to the face. Given to him by a familiar face.
"King Dick?" Jake questioned, after shaking off the hit.
King Dick and all the other members of The Devil's Hand that were killed were there surrounding a throne on top of a high platform. On the throne was the Devil himself, with Caesar, the leader of the Devil's Hand, standing next to him.
"Caesar, I see you got your eyes fixed." Jake said.
Caesar growled but said nothing, instead it was the Devil who spoke. "Jake, you are perhaps one of the worst human beings that walked the Earth. We could use someone like you down here. You can join me and rule hell. But, if you refuse I challenge you to a race. If you win, you get your brother. If I win, I take the souls of Ellie and Mack, and they will join you and Mikey as my personal slaves for eternity."
Jake thought about it for a while, ruling hell would be nice. But, his brother's life was more important.
"I accept your race." Jake told the Devil.
With that, two motorcycles appeared out of fire. One was a badass bike with a body make to look like a rotting skeleton. The skull had two goat horn and shot fire out of the mouth. The other bike was rusty and had a flat tire.
"I wonder which one's mine." Jake said sarcastically, getting on the rusted bike.
The Devil got on his bike and the race began. It was three laps around the lair. The Devil quickly took the lead, but if he wasn't going to race fairly neither would Jake. When the devil overlapped him, Jake jumped off his bike and grabbed onto the Devil. Something that could only be described as a quick time event occurred. Jake punched the Devil repeatedly and with all his strength he ripped off one of The Devil's horn and stabbed the king of darkness in the neck. The Devil fell of his bike and Jake rode it to victory.
It wasn't an honest victory, but the demons weren't going to argue with someone who just kicked The Devil's ass. A portal opened and the Conway brothers walked back into the land of living and they lived happily ever after. Or about as happy you can live in a glitchy town where it is damn near impossible to drive.