Oi! Long time no chat! I wonder if all of you had missed me..? Lol. Anyway, I prepared this chapter for you as a token of appreciation. I am also currently working on trying to make a sequel to this story, which will involve new characters that I developed and characters pertaining to even more crossovers. It's similar to Bleedman's PPGD, only with my own touch to it, obviously. But enough about that, enjoy the read!
In the Underdrome Meeting Hall:
"It's going! It's going! It'sssss nnnot gonna happen." Nergal slumped in defeat as the Colts scored a touchdown, especially when it was the prime of the game for the Saints.
Jack whistled in a whirl of joy and victory. "Yes! Finally!"
Him, on the other hand, stared at the screen, quite neutral to the whole event. He refused to partake on such a petty game. Although his face lightened up when he saw the player no. 14 on the Colts side going into shock after realizing he forgot to take his meds for his condition.
"Aaahhhh... the sweet sight of death. Such a beautiful sight, yesssss?"
Jack frowned as the player was finally having difficulty breathing. However, with a wave of his long bony finger, the player was lucky to have not died.
It was Him's turn to frown, as his attention turned towards the pumpkin king. "Well, that's not nice. I was enjoying that."
Jack smirked. "Sorry, Him. Couldn't help myself."
Nergal got up and stretched as the giant plasma screen showed the player being carried off into an ambulance. He yawned as he sat back down, looking blankly on the sheet of paper in front of him. He drew a doodle of himself and Grim, with him chopping Grim's head off.
Him got up as He decided to stretch as well. His tall, red muscular form standing a good 7'2, was quite impressive. Him yawned as well, looking over towards the TV. The game was coming to an end, which pretty much ended the entertainment for the small group.
Jack reclined on his chair, looking down at the empty table. It was large and oval shaped, with an onyx tint to the color. He pulled out his pocket-watch, curious as to what time it finally was.
"Hmm. Dante is pretty late, isn't he? It's not like him to be this late. I wonder if his daughter is alright?"
Him scoffed, showing little concern for the Demon Lord's spawn. "As if she can die. Remember, his child is a half breed demon and part witch. She cannot die, nor age, but can age if she's willing to. The only way she can die is if she was slaughtered by either a stronger demon or a strong holy being."
Nergal came to, and agreed. "I'll have to agree. Him is absolutely correct. She is like us, pretty much... immortal. There is a very little chance that that girl could die on the spot. Probably just some kind of fever or something, but nothing major."
Jack nodded, but looked still somewhat concerned. To shake the feeling off, he changed the subject.
"So how's Junior doing, Nergal? Attending the last bit of high school, I presume?"
Nergal beamed with pride, knowing that Jack was right all too well.
"Yes, he is. My boy is going to be a fine ruler when he takes my place, and I'm sure he'll do just fine as well. Smart lad, he is."
Jack smiled, glad to hear that Nergal Jr. was top in shape and in a great direction for success. "What about you, Him? Have you any heirs yet?"
Him scowled at the Pumpkin King again. "No, I do not. Besides, what's the point of falling in love? It makes me sick. It's a weak emotion that dwindles you of all great and dark power! I rather adopt a random child and train it to be a heartless cretin."
Jack looked at him grimly, disappointed to see that Him hasn't changed much with His theories.
"Well, just you wait, Him. Someday, you might just end up falling in love with an unexpected person, develop strong feelings for that individual and that will become your top priority instead of power and hate. And should anything happen to that individual, you will end up suffering just as much."
Him couldn't take anymore and slammed his claws on the table top. "Silence you blasted Pumpkin Punk! How dare you lecture me of such things! I shall NEVER fall in love, not with anyone, not even if they may be younger than me!"
Nergal stood up, his eyes narrowing down on the red demon. "Sit down, Him. Control yourself. You don't want Dante walking in and seeing you like this!"
Him took His time to calm down. After what seemed like forever, He finally sat down in the chair behind Him. Nergal shook his head, sharing the same thought as the Pumpkin King at that very moment.
'What a fool.. Love is a wonderful feeling, yet He doesn't comprehend it so...'
Out of the blue, Dante and Grim appeared in the meeting hall, startling the very daylights out of the rest of the group.
Him was the only one who continued moping in silence, avoiding all eye contact from everyone.
"Well, it's about time! How is she?" Nergal asked in concern. Jack got up to shake hands with his friend and brother Grim.
"She's fine. Apparently, she finally woke up from her sleep. Although Grim suspects that she's a little... different somehow."
Grim looked over towards the Demon Lord. "She is, mon. She is a lot more different than ever, like as if her personality and essential being has been altered in someway..."
"Listen to the Reaper, Dante. He could be up to something..", Him replied with an evil menacing smirk.
Dante overlooked it and continued to follow Grim from what he was trying to get at.
All of a sudden, the phone rang from across the room. Dante swiftly grabbed the phone and answered it.
"Hello? Yes, Walter, I'm in the meeting hall. What is it now?"
Everyone elses attention fell on Dante, as his face fell with a mix of rage and worry. "MY DAUGHTER DID WHAT?"
Everyone at that moment flinched, immediately thinking of the worst possible scenarios possible that Zora could have done.
Another silence fell among them as Dantes' face fell in sheer horror. That when everyone, even Him, began to worry slightly.
"HOW THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN, WALTER? THE VAULT IS EMPTY-!"
More silence filled the room, with anxiety filling every inch of it as well.
As Walter seemingly finished his explanation over the phone making things far worse. Dante was quiet as he said nothing for a long while. Walter then bid him adieu and hung up the phone.
Dante then slammed the phone so hard that it almost broke to bits.
Grim raised a brow nervously. Before he could ask what happened, Dante replied with an angry tone, like as if he read what Grim was about to say before he said it.
"Lucia has escaped from the vault. The 'Ethereal Darkness', if you're wondering Grim, was the entity that explains my daughters' reactions. She absorbed it completely."
Silence fell among them once more.
Grim's jaw fell lamely on the floor with a thud. Jack's eye sockets looked like they grew twice as big.
Nergal was sure that his insides were screaming bloody murder. Him looked like he was going to bust a gut, and not from laughter.
Suddenly, as Grim picked up his jaw, Him roared in rage. Nergal growled in anger and disapproval. Jack was speechless.
"Lucia has broken out and is running loose? That... is not good." The Pumpkin King said plainly as Him broke His chair with His claws, with Nergal trying to hold Him back and calm Him down.
Grim held his forehead in worry, more concerned about Zora's case than he is with that of Lucia's escapade. 'Poor girl. This is just the beginning of her troubles.' Grim thought sadly, knowing that Dante was thinking the very same thing.