Hostile 23. Woohoo! Last chapter before the next story that has no name yet.

Woohoo!

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So let's finish this! Brian?

"Zara doesn't own Lab Rats or anything you recognize. If you don't recognize it, it's probably hers."

"...Lust, like a raging desire, fills my whole soul with its curse. Burning with primitive fire, berserk and perverse! Tonight, I'll plunder Heaven blind, steal from all the Gods! Tonight, I'll take from all mankind, conquer all the the odds! And I feel I'll live on forever with Satan himself by my side! And I'll show the world..."

Jekyll and Hyde: The Musical, "Alive (Reprise)"

Soad

"Your computer's dead, Brian."

Brian. That disgusting human name he had chosen simply because it irritated him slightly less than the others. Soad sighed, rubbing his awful human eyes with his weak, awkward little human fingers. He would never get used to holding the form of a human if he lived another 20,000 years. The one he had been wearing as a puppet was bad enough, but it had saved his life by absorbing some of the power from the exploding Arm of Raziel. Voluntarily looking like one, though, was something wholly different.

Necessary, though. He needed the Hunters and the Summoner's Council to destroy one another. If a few demons were lost along the way, who cared? There would always be more where that came from.

"I can get a new one set up by tomorrow," the...what was it called? Forget it. The technology mortal said.

Soad sighed again. He hated that stupid little machine, anyways. The human reliance on technology was another thing to hate. "Fine," he finally said.

As the human started working with little spark-strings that he never quite understood, Soad leaned on the doorframe for a moment. He wished fleetingly that the carpet hadn't been replaced already. Tearing the girl that stole Azazel's Bane from him into two halves had been fun.

The Summoner who had almost killed him was next. Death was too good for him. Now, an eternity of being tormented by demons he'd enslaved was a far more satisfying solution.

What was his name again? Douglas? That felt right. That stupid mortal had thought himself enough of Soad's equal to challenge him.

Soad almost snorted. He was a power to behold among demons and a god among men when it came to these weak little mortals. He was all-powerful, all-seeing, and all-knowing. He was Lord Soad! He had laughed in the face of death, had walked the mortal plane freely.

And he hated it.

Soad had created a paradise in his home world, complete with weak little whelps to do his bidding. Or, should the whelps do poorly, wonderful little snacks. It had been perfect, and he had passed thousands of years there, content to remain indifferent to the outside world.

He was ripped away from that and stranded in this pustule of a plane by a Summoner who was no longer alive to dismiss him and a moron who thought he could invite Soad inside and use him like some kind of pet.

Ülbe loll.

Soad had tried to find a way back, but nothing worked. Exorcisms were worthless, and there was no portal. The only way out was to be dismissed, and that couldn't happen.

So, after a while, Soad decided that he would create his paradise again, this time with mankind serving him. First, though, he had to pull a few thorns out of his paw. Though their threat was minuscule, it was a threat all the same. Hunters knew how to fight demons regrettably well, and he did not want to needlessly lose a chunk of his army to their silver. Then, there were the Summoners. One word from them, and the demons were no longer loyal to Soad.

Yes, them fighting one another was just perfect. He could proceed with his plans shortly.

As mentioned before, the dependence humans had on the phenomenon known as electricity was a double-edged sword to Soad. Where they saw progress, creativity and innovation, Soad saw laziness and stupidity. But it was a good thing that they relied so heavily on the magic of sparks and the like. It gave Soad the ability to cripple the humans severely.

See, one evening, he had been messing with a thing called a phone that some human made him get. It was almost totally useless to him.

Almost.

On a screen someone referred to as a "newsfeed," a story caught Soad's eye. It took him several moments or so to figure out how to read it fully, but he was ecstatic when he managed it. The part about mapping cycles was useless dribble to Soad. No, the part he was interested in was the idea that a solar flare powerful enough to hit Earth would destroy electrical plants and the like, creating years of turmoil. Less food. Less clean water. No communication with people far away. Illness traveling wildly with no means of containment.

Soad could generate enough energy to crash the electrical grids of the world. He knew he could. And, when the mortals were at their weakest, he and his demon brothers would be idle no more.

Soad narrowed his eyes at the back of the worker in his office. The Earth might have belonged to mankind at the moment, but their days were numbered.

"...The masks that we wear? Pretend they aren't there. But you can only hide for so long. Why don't you spend the night? Then you'll find there's evil that waits inside...It's me!..."

TryHardNinja, "It's Me"

So that's what's going down behind the scenes.

What's gonna happen?

Who knows?

I know.

Guess you won't until the next story. :3

So, until then, feel free to review. Or not. Meh.

And enjoy.

*Bows and exits*