Spilling out of a portal…

E: I can't believe we made it through there; good work Rho!

Ω: Yeah, that Warp Storm was a stroke of genius.

P: Thanks, just don't go back there, deserters are shot on sight. And we're back on Earth too!

Psyche: We are indeed on Earth, 2006 A.D. I believe.

Y: A derelict arcade it looks like, refitted for living conditions. At least habitable for two people if you stretch resources.

Ω: Two problems: this placed is decked out with a working arcade machine, and a wide screen television, And this place has no bed, just a couch and this coffin on the wall.

He kicks the coffin, sending it crashing too the floor. As soon as that happened, there was the sound of feet storming down the steps.

Γ: Oh no…

Psyche: Something the matter, your brain waves spiked just now.

Γ: It's not safe here, we need to find a exit rou-

?: Who dares disturbs MY chambers?

?: Our chambers you mean.

?: Yes, yes of course I do.

Two showed up at the bottom of the stairs, one was a punk-rock girl with messy blond hair and red lines on her forehead and cheeks. The other was also a girl, smaller, brown-skinned and adorned with jewelry from head to toe. Her markings were different: one six-pointed star on her forehead and two five-pointed stars on her cheeks. The instant Gamma spots the small one, his face changes from one of fear to one of anger.

Γ: I've got nothing to say to you, demon.

P: Wait, these are demons?

Γ: Yes, Mara is the name of the flustered blond, the imp's name is Hild.

Hild: Imp? I'm pretty sure you know better than to call me such unflattering terms.

Γ: You don't know who we are.

Hild: Hmph, I've been around quite a long time and have seen much; I swear I saw all of you somewhere…

Mara: Either way it doesn't matter! We'll make sure you're sent back to those troublesome goddesses in pieces for this transgression!

E: Goddesses?

Ω: I'm done listening to you, if you want a fight, you'll get no better chance than now.

Γ: Change of plan: Omega, Upsilon and I will take Hild, Rho, I can count on you and Epsilon to handle Mara right?

Hild: What? All that posturing and you gang up on the small one?

Y: You are clearly the stronger between the two.

Hild: Spoilsport.

The five brandish their weapons.

P: Gamma what are the chances of us winning?

Γ: Zero. Mara's a tough demon and Hild is the strongest out of any demon.

P: My kind of odds.

Y:Then why are we still here?

Γ: To buy time so that the human who can win appears to stop them.

Mara: Fools! Now you will learn respect by being crushed under heel by the might of the Demon Realm!