Gamelover41592 – They share the same universe, so I consider them additional material to draw from.
Mr. Haziq – I like shortstacks myself. Scoots was actually a good way for me to tie in some more TLH elements into the story. Finally, Lincoln is a lover and a fighter, I'm sure he has no issue being called a man-slut too much…
Enigmus-288 – Well, with this chapter we finally get some action from Cherri, and I hope she satisfies. We'll also hint a little bit more on the nature of B-G, but only a little bit for now.
Wolvmbm – Hope we can keep the steam going.
Wolvenstrom – I like to write stories in a way that fits my particular style, and thanks for noticing how I like to give it more of a distinct spin. There's a few works in this crossover so I wanted to do some things a little bit differently.
MadhatterZake – Wonderful, hope you'll stick around.
X Marks the G-Spot
Or
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Cherri Bomb
All along the high rise of Pentagram City, a swift, lithe figure leapt like a blood-red grasshopper covering the tops of a field of flowers with fast strides, stopping just atop the corner of a building as she scoped another one across from the street.
Before her was the laboratory of one Sir Pentious, a Sinner with grand ambitions, but lacking the power and, more importantly, the insight to really move further up the rung, but that doesn't mean he hasn't tried several times; in fact, he was currently working on a concoction that would give him a leg up on the current turf war happening in the neighborhood – gotta start small before he even thought about having another go against Alastor. Of course, none of this will matter as it would all go up in smoke, absent from his workplace and probably elsewhere needing to complete some errand as Cherri tossed a couple of hand grenades at the window. Hellfire of pink flames erupted all around her as she laughed maniacally, dancing around and kicking over some equipment, shattering and crashing them as she raved on.
The serpentine demon came rushing through the door as he watched the destruction engulf his months' work, seeing red as he caught sight of her, laughing at her handiwork as a burst of flame briefly blocked her from his view. He slithered up towards her, slinging slurs at the one-eyed demon, "You blasted cunt! Who paid you for this?"
"Nobody!" she exclaimed back, "I'm just warming up!"
She pulled out another handful of firecrackers from her person and threw them between her and Pentious, causing him to recoil back and avoid their blasts. Cherri found a nearby safe, bending down and fiddling around with the dial, but no dice.
"Guess I'll have to use the old fashioned way," she pulled out more of her explosives, giving them a light rub and then holding it against the safe door, which molded it like clay on the surface, "Fire in the hole."
The explosive lit up with a pop and sparkled in a slow burn, melting away the metal and revealing the contents within. Taking a glance inside, she doesn't find much except some research notes and trinkets that probably had some personal value to Pentious, but she immediately eyed a fairly large gem, "Jackpot!"
She plucked the gem as Pentious rushed up behind her and attempted to knock her off her feet with a sweep of his tail. She placed her hand on the ground and flipped back upright before throwing some sparks of fire into her opponent's eyes.
"Ah, damn you!" he attempted to clear his pupils as Cherri jumped up on the sill of a nearby window.
"Thanks for the generous donation, snake-eyes," she grinned, patting the large bauble by her side, "Don't feel too bad, I'm sure a clever bastard like you can pick yourself up again, but you really should quit while you're ahead." She pulled another bomb and blew it up just below her, summoning a plume of thick smoke that obscured her as she disappeared from sight.
The Sinner known as Cherri Bomb rushed back to her home, built between a pair of billboards. Her crib was made up of a roof made of tarp, under which was a mattress covered with a raggedy comforter and some pillows; nearby was a table with a television, a hot plate, a telephone – all connected to a special rig she put together to power her appliances; a well-worn cushioned chair to sit down on and a small fire pit to keep herself warm if she needed to.
She admired the large, polished stone in her hands before tossing it into a bag of other priceless items to pawn for big money. She stretched and slouched comfortably on her chair, high on the feeling of a job well done.
Her phone suddenly rang and she answered, probably some other job she could pick up for more cheddar.
"Hello?" on the other end was the voice of the Radio Demon, financier of the Hazbin Hotel where Cherri's partner-in-crime stayed hoping to clean up his act. So far, it didn't seem like he was making too much progress, but at least that meant she and him could keep having fun causing all sorts of mayhem around the city.
The Radio Demon had a proposal that was both dangerous yet came with a juicy compensation for taking it. This was quite the risk he was asking of the headstrong hellion, but there was never any risk that Cherri wouldn't accept, having made peace with the thought that someday she would invite the wrath of a demon that was more than her skillset could handle, or worse, her immortal soul would face oblivion during one of the Exorcists' purges and she would cease to be, but until then, she was going to live her eternal life wild, free and to its fullest.
"Going to have to ask for a little extra on the fee, Mr. Radio Demon, especially if I'm targeting someone and not just lightin' their place up like the Fourth of July, maybe a little extra for Angel's room over there, too," she had a lot of money prepped down the pipe, but squeezing a little more Souls off her clients was always a nice bonus if she could get away with it, especially if it meant Angel Dust got a little something out of it, too, "Send my regards to the Princess, oh and I'm going to need the mark's name and place, can't go wreak some havoc without knowing who and where I'm going for, you know?"
Alastor smirked on the other end, "…oh and the mark? Marchosias in Imp City…"
Lincoln sent Loona over to Blitzø, both because she did promise to visit him every now and then to keep him mollified now that she wasn't staying with him, and also because the rabbit was preparing for war.
B-G was worried for Lincoln as he was fired up and prepared for a fight like he's never been before. Despite all the power he had given the lad, Lincoln wasn't invincible, and if he wanted to go on the offensive against Marchosias, he should have even more firepower than he currently possesses, and maybe even some allies to help him out.
The Ring demon notified him of his concerns as he was planning to assault Marchosias on her own turf, "Perhaps before you go and get yourself and by proxy I ripped to shreds, you stock up on weapons and soldiers?"
"Where would I even go look for any of those, B-G?" he asked, pausing his preparations to take stock of what his partner said, "I don't even want to get someone involved after what happened with Loona and Niffty."
"I admire your chivalry, Rabbit, but you have to be smart about this; you've faced the likes of Hell's chaff and cut them down skillfully, but you're not even at a level to go toe-to-toe with a Lemegeton all by yourself, never mind one with a home field advantage and her throng of underlings by her side, you need a plan and some manpower."
There was a knock at his door, Lincoln checked outside the peephole, and was relieved to see it was Renon. He let the demon in, and let him get comfy, and the Convenir took note of how busy Lincoln's clearly been, "Have had some trouble lately, Lincoln? I had thought this place was secure enough that no one would attack you here."
"Well, kind of, Renon, but no one's come and attack me, it's more… well, I guess I'm fed up with hiding."
The business demon raised one brow, "Whatever do you mean, Master Lincoln?"
"I'm sure you saw it on the telly," Lincoln started, sitting down on a nearby chair, "I ended up fighting Marchosias again, and to be honest I've had it up to here with her," he said holding his hand horizontal to his chin, "so I'm going to take the fight to her."
"Oh dear," this was not developing in a way that Renon would have liked, primarily in making sure Lincoln didn't try anything reckless, "Isn't this is a bit foolhardy, Master Lincoln?"
"I'm sick of hiding, Renon," Lincoln declared, determined but sounding just a little bit unsure, "and if defeating Marchosias is the only way I'll stop hiding, I'll do it."
"I suppose I can't really stop you Master Lincoln, but for the sake of the rest of your family, it wouldn't sit well with me to let you throw your existence away, and not even on the annual Exterminations, at that."
"Exterminations?" This was news to Lincoln…
"I… am not sure what that is myself, Rabbit-boy," …and apparently for B-G as well.
"Ah, I suppose you haven't had the time to learn about that with all the excitement and having to keep up with your obligations working for I. M. P. but I might have to tell you all about it in more detail a little later." He adjusted his spectacles, "All you need to know is that it was an arrangement between Heaven and Hell that exists to deal with Hell's overpopulation crisis, that you've seen firsthand, if I recall, when you were in search of lodgings; at year's end here in the Netherworld, Heaven's agents descend upon our Seven Rings and they with their divine powers cull the detritus of Hell, by which I mean any denizen of Hell they can find, whether they deserve it or not."
"…what?" B-G seemed to be at a loss for words.
"That… doesn't sound very helpful," Lincoln admitted, personally trying to think about that knowledge, but then realizing how much more urgently his present condition was, "But you know, Renon, that just means I really have to deal with this Marchosias business as soon as possible more than ever, so that I'll deal with that when the time comes."
"I suppose that makes sense, all things considered," he stood up and lightly dusted his coat, "If you are prepared to fight her, you may want to consider visiting Master Stolas."
"Would he even really help me?" Lincoln asked, "I know that Marchosias is supposed to be more powerful than him, and this seems like quite the tall order to ask my patron."
"I'm sure he would be more than willing to aid you, Master Lincoln, he owes you a great deal for keeping his offspring safe from Marchosias' clutches; considering what I've heard of your accomplishments thus far, I think he would be more than willing to lend you his resources to stave off his rival."
"Guess it would be worth a shot, better than sitting on my ass, waiting for bad news to come my way." Lincoln got up and proceeded to the door, "Are you coming along, Renon?"
"Naturally," he followed Lincoln, "I need to keep tabs on you after all, especially when you're on a risky endeavor such as this."
While on their way Lincoln asked Renon a couple of questions relating to the Extermination, "You said it happens at the end of every year?"
Renon nodded, "Yes, conducted by the Exorcists, angel-winged, grim-visaged hunters who hunt down and erase all trace of their victims from the face of Creation; with their blessed arms and empowered from on-high, they are brutally efficient in the task of keeping Hell's population at comparatively manageable levels."
B-G was silent all through this, Lincoln didn't think much of it, but he was in deep thought while he let Lincoln go on, "Man, wish we could have one of them on our side, maybe put an end to Marchosias so I'd be done with this."
"Master Lincoln, know full well that the Exorcism of Sinners isn't the only way people meet the end of their miserable existence here." He started to explain, "There are items that exist that will sever your being here, and you don't want to be on the wrong end of them. The Lamina of Lemegeton count among them, but more common and likely are the leftovers that the Exorcists leave behind after the chaos from their invasions, usually because sometimes one or two of them get killed off by some stubborn soul who gets a lucky hit before they get vaporized."
"Any way I could get one of those?" Lincoln asked, even if he felt it to be a slim chance.
"As it happens, your best bet would still be with Master Stolas; many high-ranked demons keep Blessed Exorcist weapons for, well, emergencies to put a charitable spin on it." Renon explained.
While they were on their way to seek out Stolas' help, Cherri Bomb was flying above Imp City on a prop plane that Alastor had requisitioned to bring her there. She was slouching against the seat in the passenger compartment of the fuselage, head-banging to her Walkman tape player. An imp entered the compartment, wearing the clothes of a parachutist. He pulled up his goggles and waited for the Sinner to take notice before he gave her the rundown.
Cherri finally saw him after turning her head towards the cockpit's direction, and she pulled out one part of her earphones from her ear, "I'm guessing it's almost time to do the drop?"
"Just get your chute on, Missy," he responded rather tersely before showing Cherri the basics about what she was going to do, wrapping up as he proceeded towards the door leading into the open air; red lights flashed and an alarm warned that she due for her aerial entrance.
She stepped towards the opening, placing one foot on the edge and holding the frame as she stared beneath the clouds to see Imp City sprawling before her, just waiting to have a taste of her particular brand of mayhem, sparks and smoke flying and billowing all around as the music of blasting pyrotechnics played all about her…
"Hey," her thoughts were interrupted by the imp impatiently waiting for her to get going, "Get your head out of the clouds, unless you're sticking around up here with us."
"All right, already, chill out, man, a girl's got to get her mind in the game and the blood boilin' before the main event," this was going to be a fun performance, she thought, as she jumped out without a second thought, deploying her parachute after counting down from the moment she was in freefall.
"Just look out, Imp City!" she bellowed as she released the chute from her bag, "Cherri Bomb's got a present for all of ya!"
She hovered just above some nearby rooftops as Martha and her family were engaged in a shootout with some other Sinners, two of them cornered behind some ventilation ducts, and it looked like she was winning the little exchange, "Y'all are gonna make for some nice hamburger patties once I'm through with you!"
Cherri looked at the carnage and admired her ferocity, but she wasn't one for a one-sided fight, that is unless she was involved in it, but feeling sorry for the two who were pinned, she decided it was only right to level the playing field; she put her hands together and soon a cluster of her bombs formed in her hands, which she released with a flourish over Martha's group. They were immediately thrown off by the explosions all around them, and found themselves being forced to retreat when one of their foes shot her husband's leg.
She laughed as she continued on her way, "I crack myself up."
Cherri soon arrived at a roof and unclipped the parachute pack, landing in a dramatic three-point pose as she did so, although the effect was ruined somewhat when her parachute engulfed her, "Hey, Hey!" she wrestled out of it and tore a hole in the process, huffing in annoyance, "I got to work on that."
She ran off the side of the building, sliding down the drainage pipe on the side and landing next to the news stand imp Duncan's kiosk. He turned to the newcomer with mild surprise, "Hi there, you need a paper?"
She leaned on the counter of the news stand, "Nah, I just need directions to where I can find this Marchosias lady, you wouldn't happen to know where I can start looking, would you?"
Duncan looked left and right shiftily, "Gonna be forty souls for that, Miss; 'round these parts, you want info you pay big bucks for it." She handed over the funds, and Duncan pointed her to the Lemegeton's territory, "Oh, and you didn't hear this from me, capisce?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes." She ran off, ready to get started.
In Stolas' mansion, Lincoln was sitting in his lounge with Renon and the owl Lemegeton having some tea and biscuits. Lincoln told him of his plans and of his vital need that, if he's arming up to go on the offensive against Marchosias, he should have enough firepower and even some allies for the upcoming engagement against her.
"I'm really sorry to have to ask you this, Mister Stolas, maybe I'm asking a lot but I feel like I have no other option but to put the hurt into Marchosias so that she'll leave me alone."
Stolas shook his head after a sip of his Earl Grey, "Not at all my boy, in actual fact I think I owe you a fair bit for all the good you've done for me."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"Why I'm talking about you rescuing my daughter when she sent those imps after her," Stolas explained, "it's the least I could do to thank you for helping Via."
"I shall be responsible for handling the costs for Hellhare, Master Stolas," Renon offered, wanting to make sure any debts Lincoln accrued would be within reason for him.
"Thank you for the offer, Renon," Stolas responded, "but for this particular occasion, consider no expenses spared. Besides, I've more money than I know what to do with, regardless."
"That's great!" Lincoln turned towards Renon, "Should we show him the list?"
"He's made his offer clear, I don't see why we can't be honest with the good sir," Renon reached into his suitcase and pulled a long roll of paper with items on it.
Stolas picked up the end which had the grand total (plus taxes) and he couldn't help but chuckle, "Is this all? It's barely a drop in the proverbial water."
First things first, Lincoln needed to scope out the heart of Marchosias' operations, determine any weaknesses he could use to his advantage and force her out of Imp City. Her compound was up near the edge of the city and was heavily fortified – a stronghold sitting at the end of a major street, like a gaping maw of concrete walls with a heavy gauge steel gate ready to consume the pedestrians and automobiles coming and going. Up on a skyscraper, Lincoln and one of Stolas' legionnaires, a Sinner named Saltstove, were observing the compound from up high looking for a decent angle of attack.
Saltstove was a thin, almost gaunt humanoid with reddish skin and a prominent snout, a cavalier hat and brown duster coat over a button-down shirt and black trousers ending to his three-taloned feet. Both he and Lincoln were looking through spyglasses that gave them a clear view of the compound past the gate; inside was a yard used as a loading bay and parking lot where trucks, cars and a couple of war machines were sitting around, beyond which were some cubic, utilitarian structures apparently used to store her goods, arms, and a few as quarters for her Legionnaires held in reserve.
"She is not making the prospects for a head-on assault easy, isn't she?" Lincoln remarked, scanning the perimeter.
"I would think not," Saltstove responded, "she would make the job of putting her in her place easier if she didn't cower in her concrete shell."
"Yeah," Lincoln scanned around the entrance, "from what Mister Stolas told me, he unfortunately wouldn't have anything that would blast a big enough hole for barriers like that."
As though answering his needs, Cherri Bomb could be seen approaching the guard station built into the wall right beside the big gate with a sassy, confident stride, sucking intently on a lollipop held up on her right hand.
Lincoln took notice from her rather obvious and skanky demeanor, and he could feel his hormones kick in as he very spiritedly eyed the one-eyed bombshell heading towards the fort. She had a skimpy appearance that calls to mind something folks would have thought people on 80s television might have looked like – she had long, wild pink hair with one end tied up to a ponytail, her alabaster white skin was marked with freckles, a face with a single eye that was a pink orb with a bright white X in place of an iris or pupils, and from her occasional savoring of her candy treat, you could see her sharp shark-like teeth.
From her neck down was her asymmetric getup which made her look like a torn up club raver gal who liked being threatened with a good time: a tubetop with an off-shoulder strap on the left side and prominent black X off-center from her chest, with small white notches floating away from it in the cardinal directions; on her left shoulder was a single strap, probably from a damaged bra under her top, a little after her exposed, slim belly was less of a skirt and more a piece of fabric sticking to the top of her shredded leggings that seem to be made from the skin of a long-extinct disco animal.
On her right arm were a series of tattoos of cartoon bombs, exploding shapes and squiggly lines, and ending up to a pink wrist-length bridal glove; on her left arm a seam of her top wrapped over it just below her shoulder, after which was an elbow-length sleeve which reached just up to the ball of her palm, after which was a black fingerless glove extending from it. Her mismatched footwear was composed of a high-heeled slip-on for her right foot, and a pink go-go boot with a white splash of color on it to complete her ensemble.
Overall, she was easy on the eyes, Lincoln's eyes, that is. Saltstove took notice and even he could see the way he was acting – the heavy breathing, the jittery goosebumps on his limbs, the blood rising up to his cheeks, and of course, the other thing that rises where lust is concerned. He rolled his eyes as he turned to the Sinner approaching the guard station.
The guard inside, an imp dressed in shoddy security threads, was reading a dirty mag and not really bothering to do his job. Cherri walked up to the guard station and knocked rather harshly on the glass, bringing the inattentive imp from his stupor and falling to the floor. He looked up to see a pair of pale tits hover just behind the glass, and immediately he blushed hard and stammered as his wood started to form.
"Hello, Mister Security Guard!" She chirped in a sing-songy voice, smiling in an eerily pleasant and childlike way at him, "Can I come in and play?"
He composed himself before responding, "I-I'm s-s-s-sorry ma'am, but I need to see some ID from the Boss or else I can't let you in."
She cocked her head to one side, playing coy with the flustered imp, "Are you sure?"
He blocked his eyes with his reading material, "I am sure, now please, just get out of here… you big, booby bimbo…" he muttered that last part to himself.
Cherri smirked confidently, "Relax, buddy, I've got my invitation right here."
Cherri leaned in so that her cleavage was in front of the tiny slot for small objects to push through, the security imp glanced once more but felt himself about to burst from the sight of her grenades, which delighted her, "I can see you're about to go off but how about I go first?" She puffed her breasts up and a handful of her fire crackers popped out from her bosom.
The small pyrotechnics exploded and set the mag in front of the imp, and his face, on fire and he immediately fell over screaming as the flames singed his face. Cherri pulled out some more bombs and plastered them on the glass, ducking aside as they exploded and sent shards flying. She jumped in and kicked the security imp aside, knocking him out against the wall, before pushing through the door and into the parking area and loading bay.
"Ugh, this place has waaay too much gray!" she complained loudly, trying to get some attention, "Well, fret not you shitstains, we're going to have a blast lightin' this place up!" She conjured up a large bomb the size of a beach ball and threw it high into the air, and then she jumped up and gave it a good slap to send it flying into a nearby building, exploding with an impressive blast.
"How about a neat trick I think y'all will really like?" She conjured another large bomb and tossed it once more into the air. As it descended, she turned her back towards a nearby building, filled with crates, and then did a somersault and kicked the bomb right inside, sending the crates splintering with a raucous bang. "Now that's more like it!" she manifested some smaller bombs and threw them under some random vehicles, leaving them as grounded slag heaps as they detonated.
"Come on, isn't anybody gonna come out and party with me!?" She shouted out loud as her pink smoke engulfed the general area.
From up on their perch, Lincoln was impressed by the mayhem she was causing, "Her bombs have got quite the kick to them; bet she could make a bang big enough to blast a hole in those walls."
A rumbling disrupted Cherri's dance of arson as one of the buildings inside split apart and fell to the ground as rubble. A long series of metallic orbs emerged, linked together probably by magnets or something, causing it to move like one, long tentacle; it slammed down upon Cherri, who just managed to jump out of the way. Another set of magnetized spheres emerged and landed on the side as well, and the two of them lifted up to reveal that they extended from a larger sphere composed of two massive half-circles; in between was a blocky compartment with a large windowed canopy that obscured the interior view. A hatch opened on top of it and a green-skinned mustachioed old Sinner emerged.
"And who the fuck are you supposed to be, you old fogey?" she exclaimed towards the old man.
"The name is Lyle Lipton, Little Missy!" He announced, "And you are interrupting some very important business we're performing!"
"Yeah, I don't really give two shits what you're up to," she created another large explosive, "I'm just here to mess things up, so if you know what's good for you, just go roll on out of here, old man!"
"Have it your way, then! This could be a good opportunity to test our weapon, so you'd better prepare yourself, little bitch!" Lyle ducked back inside the big machine, and it started moving again, raising one of its arms to smash Cherri into paste.
She slammed her large bomb right into the ground, before rapidly back-flipping away as the "hand" of Lipton's robot slammed where she was standing, releasing an impressive explosion that scattered the spheres that formed the arm every which way. She hopped on over to the cockpit of the machine, and she tried to pry open the hatch, but naturally, it was clamped shut and locked from the inside. Undeterred, Cherri's fingers light like sparklers as she tried to burn her way inside.
She barely started when another big machine, this one being a story taller than Lipton's and a lot thinner too, emerged from another building and plucked her with one of its clamps for arms. It threw her into the concrete wall and knocked the breath from her demonic lungs.
"I was getting a little worried, Goopty!" Lipton hailed his colleague over the speaker of his robot, "I thought the damage she was doing fried a circuit or two on your Lithe Loopty!"
"It'll take a lot more than some tramp's fireworks to put a scratch on my latest masterwork, old chum!" Lyle's old associate and partner, Loopty Goopty, turned his huge robot around and performed a cursory scan on his machine, seeing not much damage besides one of the arms having been demagnetized, "And it looks like your Sphere-O-Mach hasn't gotten any damage, besides a slight demagnetizing you got over there."
"Easy fix!" Lipton pressed a button and the rolling balls of metal started coming back together.
"Looks like it's the end of the road for the bombergirl, what should we do now…?" Saltstove turned to see that Lincoln was gone from his perch. He wondered a minute to where Lincoln might have gone, but recalling how he had taken an interest in the Sinner unloading bombastic bedlam he turned towards the fortress again, observing that the Hellhare had already run down to the ground and was rushing into the fortress, causing the old Sinner to sigh exasperatedly, "What a lunatic."
Lincoln had no time for stairs or elevators, so he had jumped out the window and slid down a forty-five degree incline of the building they were in, hopping off to an adjacent rooftop and heading towards Cherri Bomb.
Lipton raised the Sphere-O-Mach's arm and pulled back to smash her, "Let me have this crackerjack, old chum, I didn't appreciate her trying to ruin our work!"
Loopty smiled his freakishly murderous smile, "A fine idea, Lipton, mulch her to bits!"
The Sphere-O-Mach punched the ground Cherri was lying unconscious upon and several pounds of dirt and rubble were thrown skyward along with thick clouds of dust.
Loopty was beside himself with glee, "An astonishing display of destruction, my friend!"
"Let's have a look at what kind of a mess we left behind, hopefully Miss Marchosias won't ask us to pay too much for dealing with some pests."
He lifted the arm, hoping to find Cherri's crumpled remains, or failing that, the bright red viscera of her entire body reduced to paste. Instead, he was confused to find that all that was there was an empty crater of shattered concrete.
"What's this? I didn't think this was strong enough to disintegrate someone in a single blow!" Lipton exclaimed, puzzled by the absence of any sign that she was there.
Lyle didn't have long to contemplate on where she was, when Loopty scanned their surroundings and found her, together with an unexpected visitor. "There she is!" he exclaimed, and his associate turned to the roof of another building, where they saw the Hellhare, carrying the female Sinner's body on his arms.
"Sorry to have to butt in on your fun," he exclaimed, "but I'll be taking the little lady from here, if either of you don't object."
Lipton figured out who he was judging by his appearance and the fact he intervened on their skirmish, "Well if it isn't the Hellhare! Marchosias has been after you, and we'd get a tremendous bonus bringing you in!"
The two mad scientists prepared to attack, but Lincoln managed to pull his Boltgun out and fired a couple of shots into their cockpits, blinding them for a moment as they exploded and blocked their sight; seconds later he was gone.
Cherri Bomb stirred awake, the last thing she recalled being her trying to cut her way into the big roly-poly of a robot before she was plucked like a bug and slammed a ways away. Now she looked around and could see she was in some nondescript room, lying on a simple bed, a single small window near the roof the only view of the outside, a little lightbulb to illuminate the place, and a solid steel door. She walked up to the door giving it a bit of a once-over, before she decided to try and blow it open. She went through the usual motions, conjuring her explosives and…
"What the…?" Cherri was surprised to realize that they were not appearing; she tried again, and again, and a couple more, but nothing. Now this was starting to frustrate her, so she started angrily hammering the door with her hand, "Hey, what the fuck is this shit!? Let me out of here, you bastards!"
"Oh hey, you're awake; need any medical attention?" It was the voice of Lincoln, responding out of sight behind the metal door.
"What I need is a goddamned explanation before I kick your ass!" she shouted back, giving a strong, but futile kick to the door to vent her frustrations.
"Uh, sure, I got some time." He replied.
A few hours earlier…
Lincoln returned with Cherri in tow to Stolas' mansion, along with Saltstove and his crew. He informed the owl demon of what had occurred, and a rough idea of what he planned to do with this Sinner who had come along out of the blue and who now apparently will play some key role in Lincoln's raid on Marchosias.
"If I might interject, Lincoln…" Stolas explained, "perhaps we should keep her someplace secure before we go think of negotiating with her?"
"Right, and preferably someplace where she won't think to blow things up," Lincoln considered that a moment, "though now that I think on it, perhaps taking her against her will to your home might mean she wouldn't be open to a cordial chat with me."
"That won't be an issue," Stolas explained, "as luck would have it, I have a room I've designed with wards to suppress the powers of other demons beneath my caste if I ever had the need to detain someone."
That satisfied Lincoln, "Perfect, we can have her rest there in the meantime."
After having her stay in the room, Lincoln, Stolas and Saltstove convened in another room wondering what kind of strategy he would need to convince her. Naturally, Saltstove was against the whole thing, because of course he has to, otherwise we wouldn't have enough content for this chapter.
"Now hold on a minute," Lincoln protested, "our biggest issue was the wall and that punk gal just blew a hole through it. We could use her, just distract the guards while she opens the gate for us or make a new one."
"And I say we can't take such a risk!" Saltstove retorted, "As far as we know she's just some crazy suicide bomber, and we're not short of those in the Pride Ring!"
Lincoln countered this, "Hey, I'm sure I can convince her we can work together! She's clearly got something against Marchosias too or something, and maybe we can leverage that; besides, do you have anything better you can think of?"
Saltstove slouched in the chair, scoffing, "You're just thinking with your member, aren't you?"
Lincoln paused from that statement, considering it carefully, but responding, "Yeah, so?"
The other Sinner sighed, "Do as you like, it'll be your neck on the line anyway."
Stolas smiled to see how Lincoln got a handle of the situation, although he was still worried that the boy didn't really have much of a plan besides winging and dicking it, "I'll have the troops on standby, and the paramedics prepared in case the little bomb-crazy lady proves particularly… stubborn."
We return now to Lincoln in front of the door with Cherri Bomb, with him having given her the rundown of what he intended to ask of her, "So you see, since we're after the same thing, I figure you wouldn't mind lending us your special skills on Marchosias."
Cherri thought about the offer for a few minutes, keeping Lincoln slightly on edge by the lack of response, but after a few minutes she decided to reply, "All right, why don't you come in here and we can talk a little bit more about it."
That perked Lincoln up some, and he was a little glad she sounded a little bit more receptive to talking, and so he cautiously opens the door, and closes it behind him as he entered, "Okay, so looks like we're off to a great start, how about we… hgnh!"
Before he could completely turn around, Cherri literally grabbed Lincoln by the balls and held one of his arms behind him, "All right, you punk, here's how it's going to go, you sit down like a good boy over on that bed right there, and I get out of here scot-free, got it?"
As she held him in a lock, she felt around his bulge, and noticed how her hands seemed to barely cover his huevos, "Huh, he didn't really peg me as a guy with a whopper of a wiener." She thought to herself.
In spite of the fact his crown jewels were being hoisted by this obviously-aggressive and dangerous female, he wasn't going to be some beta and just tepidly conform to her request, and besides, even though he was caught off-guard he did like how she was quick to grasp him in the sack, and he wasn't too off-put by that, "Unfortunately I'm afraid I can't really do that, besides, I really think it would be useful for both of us if we work together, you know?"
"Yeah, but I am a lot more selective about who I work for, and I'm not in the business of working with guys who take me into strange rooms like some prisoner." She responded, not buying his good guy bit; there was no way a guy with balls like his could be this polite.
"Well considering your handiwork and how you seemed to really enjoy it, I wasn't really sure you wouldn't try to bomb my face in when I got you out of there before one of those big bots could smash you." Lincoln explained, "Now, I can get why you're upset, eee…" she clutched a bit harder, and Lincoln could feel his voice rise a little from her act before she loosened it, "…but think of what you could accomplish with our resources; not to be presumptuous or anything, but I can tell you are really good with explosives, just think about what we have to offer, and my patron is loaded like you wouldn't believe."
She grumbled under her breath, "Stop rambling and be more direct, you big bullock bunny."
"Hey, if you let my balls relax, I will," he replied, bluntly.
"Fine, but I'm gonna grab your dick," and she quickly grabbed his pelvic serpent and pulled it into view.
"H-hey! Wait a minute!" Lincoln protested, but his words stopped when he noticed her surprised expression.
"Jesus Christmas…" she said, keeping her eye on his baster, "you're bigger than big dick Davey."
That confused Lincoln somewhat, "Who?"
Just take my little brother's word for it.
"Well now…" she drew out that first word to emphasize her newfound interest in the rabbit, "This changes things a little, Mister, uh…"
"That's, uh, Lincoln, Miss…?"
"Cherri, Cherri Bomb," she replied, "I was about to write you off as some kind of douche who doesn't know his head from his ass, but seeing your big ol' ding-dong I'm starting to feel a mite frisky."
Lincoln could feel his confidence return, "Well, if you don't mind, Miss, me and the big carrot will be happy to oblige."
"Hold your horses, wabbit," she replied, grabbing him and throwing him onto the bed, "I think I'll take charge for a little bit if you don't mind. I might even let you take the lead after I'm through, if you think you have the stamina to last."
"Heh, I don't usually let the cowgirl ride me this easy, but why not? I can use a change of pace." It could be fun letting the female take charge, give her a chance to prove herself.
Cherri starts by getting her bottoms off, letting her pale ass out, "Man, sure is nice to just let it out, isn't it?"
Lincoln looked up to get a good view of her round peach, grinning at the sight and letting out a wolf whistle, "Nice tush."
"Thanks," Cherri got on top of him and knelt over his head, with her pearly sex lips hovering above him, "How about a kiss for my lower half? She likes to feel special."
"With pleasure," Lincoln reached up and gave her pussy a nice affectionate smooch.
Cherri licked her lips in delight, this was going to be fun. She decided to drop on his face, smothering him with her female privates. Lincoln flailed about momentarily as he tried to breathe, before relaxing as the sweet smell of sensual stink flooded his senses. She grinned as Lincoln seemed to enjoy himself in this position.
"What a sick fuck." She thought, it was time to up the ante a little bit, "All right, rabbit, I haven't had a decent bath in a while, so I think I'll use your tongue for just this occasion," she repositioned herself so her anus was now over his lips, "eat it, boy, and lick me clean while you're at it."
Lincoln didn't have to be prompted, he eagerly started licking inside her bung hole. He felt himself go hard as he found her bottom to be deliciously sweet for whatever reason, probably from having tasted a lot of women lately. He sucked her inside vigorously, and dug in deep with his tongue, wandering around and touching every millimeter of her erotic flesh.
Cherri Bomb twitched every time Lincoln pushed his way in to taste her rectum. She squirmed and shifted in place, grinding down on him more and rubbing her scent so that he gets the full package. After a good minute or two of letting him have his fill, Cherri sat back up, and Lincoln was able to, mostly, breathe in some air once more.
"Had fun you sicko?" she asked him, her tone playfully condescending.
"I guess so, you whore," he retorted back.
That seemed to put a smile on her face, "You're a natural at this, you know that?"
"That's what my other girl toys tell me."
She got herself a player, nice, "Ooh, you bad boy!"
"All right, now that you've had your appetizer, it's time we had the main course," she twirled around so that now they were in a proper 69 position, and Cherri had full access to Lincoln's pillar. She grabbed both of his testicles with her hands, making Lincoln twitch again from her handling.
Cherri started from the sides, licking up and down the length of his manhood. She moaned and heaved as she savored the rabbit's carrot stick, going over his tip and moving towards the other side, slobbering and getting him all nice and wet. Some of Lincoln's pre poured out from his hole as he savored her servicing of his love machine, letting out a rapturous moan while she was supping on the juice of his fruits.
"Fucker's totally buying this, but damn, he's got a big one, I gotta get the most out of this blowjob before I blow this pop-stand," she got bold and wanted to push her luck, and possibly his buttons as well but she was ready for it, she stuck her pinky up his ass.
"Waaagh!" Lincoln immediately tensed and his whole body seemed to plank at Cherri's intrusion of his bottom, arching his back and gritting his teeth, eyes almost popping from his sockets.
"Have any of your bitches tried anything like that?" Cherri dug in before she eventually reached her goal, his prostate. She poked and tickled it, and Lincoln kept twitching as she kept trespassing on his testicles.
Lincoln squealed again and blew his load on Cherri's face, painting her with his warm, white sperm. Cherri pulled and fell on her rump as she processed the splash of spunk all over her face, she breathed slowly, processing what just happened, but then her shock gave way to smug laughter as she lapped the cream off her face, "Damn, I know you're a rabbit but DAMN!"
She managed to clean out her face, and stood up to get ready and spring from this place. She turned around to get a kick off her victory over the Hellhare, only to be surprised to see that Lincoln was getting right back up, and he was still hard, and if her eye wasn't deceiving her, it was probably even bigger than earlier.
"Fuck, looks like you've got stamina for days!" she remarked, smiling a toothy grin, impressed by Lincoln recovering after just a few seconds of releasing one splat.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Lincoln started, sitting up, sweating but looking ready for another go, "I'm a rabbit, I fuck for breakfast; did you really think I'd be satisfied with just one burst of carrot juice?"
She walks with a sexy swagger towards him, "Usually guys go limp and become putty after one bust."
He snickered, "I'm not what you would call the 'usual' guy, Miss."
"I could go for round two myself," Cherri placed her right foot on his lap, placing her hands on her hips like a dominatrix, "Think you can handle me this time, softy?"
Lincoln didn't respond, he reached up and grasped her wrists, and he used his weight to pin her down and keep her from moving, "No, I think it's time I have a turn at the proverbial wheel here, and I trust there's not going to be any problems with that, my dear?"
"G-get off of me!" she exclaimed, struggling to break free.
"No way," he said with a smirk, pressing his face on and smelling her skin, "not until you're a little more cooperative."
"No I'm not!" she managed to get one leg free and tried to knee him in his exposed nads. She struck true, but then immediately she screamed in pain as she felt as if she hit a slab of granite.
"I told you, I'm not like the usual guys, Miss Bomb," he responded, "Now how about you stop being a feisty filly, and let's get to the brass tacks of it." He lifted her top, so he could behold her wondrous bazongas, "Damn girl, you're as big as Verosika."
Lincoln slammed his face against her bosom, rubbing and tasting her sweat and skin and puffing into her cleavage, "Nice and soft, I like that."
"Hey, need some extra help pinning her down, Rabbit?" B-G asked, in what was probably the first time he's intervened during one of Lincoln's sexcapades.
"Hey, this is a first, B-G," Lincoln responded from deep within his mind while he was motorboarding Cherri Bomb, "what do you have in mind?"
"Summon your weapon, and pin her down with it, that'll teach her," he instructed.
Lincoln pulled back, licking his lips as Cherri was trying to catch her breath from him pressing against her body. He summoned his weapon and gently placed it over Cherri's neck, and while it didn't choke her, she couldn't move up or shimmy and squirm out of the mace staff, despite Lincoln holding it like it were just a tube of cardboard.
"Let's see what's down here, shall we?" Lincoln grabbed the edges of her bottom, and pulled it down, bringing her sweaty, exposed pelvis. It was wet and slick with her vaginal liquids, and Lincoln could feel his length throb as he beheld it, "Oh yeah, time for this rabbit to dig a warren!"
Lincoln knelt in front of her, he grasped her legs with substantial force, causing Cherri to wince a little bit in pain, and Lincoln aimed his penis at her hole, and pushed in with a force like a car ramming into a small garage and smashing the door in the process. Cherri screeched as Lincoln reached deep and wormed his way into what might have been her uterus.
"F-fuck… this is a nice hole…" Lincoln took a deep breath as he processed the entry, and with that out of the way, it was time to start savoring the sensation. He started pulling back, and Cherri couldn't do much as she could feel her meat contract around his hotdog.
Lincoln took in a deep breath and started going into the rhythm now that he was settled and ready. He split her legs apart further as he leaned in to make sure he had a good angle, while Cherri couldn't accomplish much besides struggle like a worm. The large carrot he was hefting was ramming and rifling its way inside; she moaned like a docile farm animal, her heart was palpitating with beats like a rock band's drum solo.
"Here we go, I'm gonna pop you fierce, Cherri!" his torpedo bay fired and a splat of a million little pirates set forth to plunder Miss Bomb's coffers.
She found herself unable to scream in release as Lincoln gave her a deep French connection with his tongue and pinned her further down in place.
Lincoln pulled out and sat back, leaning against the side of the bed with a smile of relief plastered over his silly rabbit face. While his limp dick was still dispersing the excess liquids from his tanker, Cherri was left exhausted and her body aching with pain, sweating from their combined body heat, and her limbs still locked to their intercourse pose, yet in spite of all of that, she was strangely satisfied, but perhaps it wasn't so strange; she was a wild spirit who couldn't be overcome with niceties, but a nice, firm touch who knows just what he needs to do to keep her in place and give her a raunchy and wild ride of a good time.
Lincoln sat up and bent down to give Cherri a nice little once-over, smirking, "Now then, Miss Bomb, are you a bit more cooperative now than a couple of minutes ago?"
Cherri closed her eye, took a deep breath, and returned his gaze with a soft expression, "All right, lover boy, I think I can spare the time to help you out."
Marchosias returned back to her fortress, getting briefed of another interloper coming and making a show of ruining her complex and incurring even more costs on her long-term operation. Fortunately, it would seem her new hires and their hardware managed to survive, because she needed them operational now that she was on her own warpath against Lincoln.
She oversaw a group of her soldiers and workers going into and out of one of her warehouses, where a significant buzz of activity looked to be going on, it would appear that this was where whatever she had planned was centered around.
"There's no telling when that troublemaker will come back, get a move on!" she bellowed out.
"Ma'am, we got incoming!" A lookout imp from a tower next to the big gate shouted down below, "down the road and coming in hot!"
A convoy of trucks, cars and buggies clad in some thick plating, and loaded with some rowdy demons armed to the teeth for battle, appeared and were heading for her position.
"Man the defenses, don't let them in!" Marchosias ordered back, and a couple of her Legionnaires started clambering up to set themselves up on the perches.
Saltstove and his company were in the vehicles, with Saltstove sitting in the lead car on the passenger side. He signaled to a Sinner in the truck next to his vehicle, a female with hair like a bonfire and eyes like glowing coals, "All right, Singe, let them have it!"
"Time to start the fire!" she shouted before cackling like a madwoman, raising her staff, topped with a prominent caged brazier housing a roaring flame within it, "Sing, little sparks, jump onto your stage and perform the dance of destruction!" She pointed her flaming staff towards the top of the wall, blasting gouts of fire that rushed towards the assembled guards aiming their weapons at the convoy, and several of them were set ablaze, dropping dead, some dropping off the wall itself, putting the defenders in turmoil; parts of the wall flipped over to reveal batteries of cannons that took aim at the convoy, firing some shells that took out one or two of the vehicles, causing the others to spread out and avoid the fusillade.
Saltstove pulled a radio piece and called on another group of Legionnaires in their vehicles, "Gruber, Squat, get on those walls!" the vehicles flipped their roofs and a pair of catapults emerged, with a man in a suit of knightly armor wielding a six-foot long sword, and a short, buff imp in the other, his body marked by white scar tissue and the ink of Nordic tattoos brandishing hatchets in each hand.
"I always hate this part," the Knight, Gruber, remarked as he prepared to be launched up.
His shorter Imp friend seemed a bit eager to get going, "Come on, Gruber, after doing this for the fiftieth time surely you'd become accustomed to these rides by now."
"I would prefer to get places with my feet firmly on the ground, thank you very much!" Gruber didn't get a response back as they were both cast far into the air and towards the top of the wall, Gruber slamming against one of Marchosias' legionnaires and Squat hooking an axe around one of them and slitting it open, before twirling around and cutting another two down without missing a beat.
"Damn, what in the here are these bastards up to?" Marchosias wondered as she saw the havoc playing out on the top of her wall. For her sake, she hoped that this will just be nothing more than a few daring upstarts wanting to push their luck.
One of her troops updated her on what was happening back down on the road, "Ma'am, they aren't stopping, it looks like they're crazy enough to try and push the door down with their vehicles!"
"The fools, what are they going to accomplish trying to throw themselves at my gate?" Her confidence shuttered when suddenly, and with very little prompt, her glorious eight-foot thick gate was blasted and reduced to slag, and she was thrown back and into a nearby truck.
Marchosias looked up to see the convoy of Stolas' legionnaires burst through, shooting up the place as they burned rubber on the concrete; she squinted her eyes, and as her vision cleared, she could see, coming up from a hole that had formed from the ground, the shape of Hellhare as he was helping pull another Sinner up from said hole. The haze in her vision turned to red as the rage overcame her; her fortress may be rubble, and her troops cut down, but they can be rebuilt and replenished, vengeance was but once-in-a-lifetime.
Cherri looked a little short of breath, but she still had her winning sociopathic smile, "That was the biggest popper I've ever made, took a lot out of me but damn if that wasn't a shit-ton of fun!"
"Hellhare!" Marchosias was almost upon the two, getting ready to pounce on Lincoln specifically.
Cherri formed another large bomb the size of a volleyball and got in between the two, "Piss off, doggy!" she focused the blast and sent the Lemegeton hurtling back, leaving her and Lincoln relatively safe, but that expended even more of her power, and she lost her balance and fell into Lincoln's arms, "D-damn… sorry, big bunny, I need to take a knee or something."
A hooded succubus with bow and arrow in hand was busy sticking some sharp objects on her prey, when Lincoln motioned her towards him and Cherri Bomb. She ran up to Lincoln as she responded to some attacks her way with some arrows.
"Sorry uh, I didn't catch your name?" Lincoln asked as he had Cherri resting on him with one of her arms slung across his shoulder.
"It's Kira," she responded, quickly reading what Lincoln was asking of her, she got Cherri off of Lincoln, "I'll get your little lady friend here to safety."
"Thanks, keep her close in case she wants to have some fun later." He glanced to make sure they got somewhere safe before he pulled out his weapon and turned towards Marchosias.
The Lemegeton stood up and dusted off the dirt and debris from Cherri's attack, keeping her eyes trained on her enemy, "The fuck are you doing here? I thought you'd be hiding in your rabbit hole."
"Well, I got fed up worrying that you or your goons would be around every corner waiting to pounce me," he walked closer, placing one foot on a chunk of concrete as he leaned forward, "So I figure, we might as well finish this once and for all, you know?"
"Fine by me," she slammed her armored fist with her other one, "I don't mind smashing your face in for good in the middle of all these fireworks, but you've proven to be a resilient bug so this time, I am not taking any chances."
Loopty and Lipton soon burst forth from their containment, riding their machines the Lithe Loopty and the Sphere-O-Mach, and quickly swatted away the vehicles of Stolas' army like they were toy cars.
Loopty briefly poked his head out of the control room of his robot, "Is this the Hellhare you've been having a spot of trouble with, Madam?"
"What gave it away, the ears? Now do what I paid you for!" she shouted angrily.
Elsewhere, Saltstove was just outside the wall in his little command vehicle, watching Lincoln going on the defensive, "The rabbit will need some support, it seems," he pulled out a big, blocky little computer device that could fold out, clicked on a few keys, which released a couple of drones from the vehicles held back in reserve, flying up like a swarm of buzzing wasps.
They flew over the battlements and above the two big machines, blasting at them with an array of laser beams that distracted and kept them at bay.
"Miserable pests!" Lipton tried swatting and flailing the arms of the Sphere-O-Mach, knocking away a few of the drones but not doing much to disperse the swarm of tiny machines attacking him and Loopty. His machine swiped wide and accidentally struck at Loopty's machine, sending him tumbling into and crashing into the wall, putting another large gap into the fortifications.
"Watch where you swipe that thing, Lyle!" Loopty shouted over his robot radio.
"It's these goddamned little bugs!" he responded back, unable to get a hit on Lincoln while they were buzzing about.
"Forget them, let's activate the secret program!" Loopty flipped a nearby plate which held an important-looking red button, Lyle seemed to realize what he was referring to, and he flipped a similar plate on his machine.
The two robots performed a little fusion dance as the Lithe Loopty sat itself between the center of the Sphere-O-Mach, which extended its two shells further for Loopty's robot to sit and attach itself onto, followed by it folding its clamping fingers back as some thin, petal-shaped plates sprang from the stump, and formed a bulb shape as they fully-emerged, with small grooves on its surface; the orbs forming the arms on Lyle's machine flew out and attached themselves to the grooves, forming a pair of large maces in the process.
Lyle grinned like a naughty child behind the cockpit, "It's clobbering time, as the kids say!"
The large combined machine pulled back its arm and then swung forwards towards Lincoln, who blocked with his weapon just as it struck him, sending him up into the air and flying across Imp City. He landed on top of a truck in the midst of a busy freeway, sitting up to see what was going on. A little ways down the road, the combined robot piloted by the two mad scientist Sinners were riding down the road and tossing vehicles about trying to reach him, with Marchosias flying above just behind them.
He pulled out his boltgun and started firing at the big robot, exploding across its surface but barely putting a dent on it. It quickly closed the distance to where he was and swung at the truck Lincoln was on, forcing him to jump off onto an adjacent vehicle as his last ride was reduced to scrap.
Marchosias was gloating from the air above, "There's nowhere left to run, Hellhare, we're going to smash you to pieces soon enough!"
"Not if we can help it!" behind them was a convoy of vehicles with Salststove and Cherri Bomb in the lead vehicle. She held a slingshot in her arm and loaded it with one of her explosives, launching it at the combined robot's wheel, causing it to become slightly unbalanced and veer off and towards the wall on the side of the freeway, grinding against it and almost causing it to stall, but after a minute it was able to continue the chase.
Saltstove and Cherri decided to keep the robot busy and away from Lincoln, who now had to fight Marchosias on top of the vehicle he was on, "No one to get in our way now, you're gonna make a nice mantelpiece, Hellhare!"
Lincoln prepared for the fight coming, holding his weapon out at the ready towards her, "Keep trying, doggy."
"You old fogies should know when to quit before you choke on each other's cocks!" Cherri shouted at the pilots of the robot.
"Choke on this, ya little slut!" Lyle accelerated his bot and he was getting perilously close to running her vehicle down. Cherri responded by tossing a few of her firecrackers down just beneath the wheel, causing it to bounce upwards and throwing it off.
"You felt that, shit-for-brains?" she taunted as the big machine was trying to right itself.
"You'll feel this, pussylips!" Loopty had the arm opposite Cherri's side come up and try to crush her, forcing Saltstove to drive sideways to dodge it.
Meanwhile, back with Lincoln and Marchosias, they were jumping from car-to-car, with Lincoln trying his best to avoid her savage blows, her punches only just barely whiffing past his body, or him bracing hard when he had to defend against a strike that almost hit true.
Cherri and the two mad scientists were also just a few feet behind, the former weaving through the traffic of cars trying to move away from the chaos, and the latter in their big machine just barreling through trying to get at their target. Neither of them took notice of how close they were coming to each other.
"Lincoln, watch out!" Cherri's warning came a bit late as one of the scientists' robot's arms swung from just outside his view and right at him, good thing he had Marchosias between him and it and she ended up taking the bulk of the hit, and Lincoln shoved her aside as they were tossed into the air, landing on the head of the big machine.
From there he could see Saltstove and Cherri were trying their best to keep off the mad scientists' tail, and he knew he had to help them before their luck ran out.
He attempted to break open the head where Loopty Goopty was piloting the robot, smashing away furiously, and Loopty was not pleased by what he was trying to do.
"Hey, get off you lousy rabbit!" Loopty railed at Hellhare and tried to knock him out, using the robot's arms to try and get Lincoln off, but he avoided the machine's big, clumsy attacks and Loopty ended up pounding himself and becoming disorienting as the shock of pounding the general area he was in threw him about like a ragdoll.
The big machine veered off into a nearby exit, rolling away from Saltstove and Cherri and into a block of tenements, crashing into one of them and putting it out of commission as it was buried beneath the rubble.
Lyle had managed to reach the floor where he could get the hatch on the head open, finding and helping his partner Loopty inside, bloodied but hanging in there.
"Come on, Goopty, we need to get out of here and regroup!" he managed to get Loopty out and had him take a moment to stand on his shaky legs, swaying from the vertigo clouding his perception.
"Wh-what about Hellhare? We still have a job to do…" he managed to say as Lyle slung his arm over his shoulder.
"We'll have plenty of opportunities to deal with him later, for now let's hurry before some scavengers come poach us!" While the two managed to escape, Hellhare had gotten out of some more of the debris once they were away from earshot.
He was dusty, bruised and had a handful of scrapes, but for the most part he was all right. He was about to walk from the wreckage into a nearby hallway when he felt the ear-splitting boom of the metal as it dislodged from the building and fell back to the ground. He turned around to see a huge hole in the big tenement that stretched to his peripheral vision, but besides that, floating above the wreckage of the big machine was Marchosias, hovering at Lincoln's level, demonic eyes hiding a quiet anger behind them.
By this point Lincoln was slightly accustomed to seeing her face, and he was not pleased to see it any more than before, "We've got to stop meeting like this."
"I agree, so consider this our last meeting – no more interruptions or helping hands, just you and me," she swooped towards him.
Lincoln grabbed a nearby piece of rebar sticking out from the ruin and pulled it out, along with a massive piece of concrete that it was attached to, striking at Marchosias and pinning her against some more rubble. He jumped down from the building and onto one of the arms of the robot, hacking at the elbow joint with his weapon to break it free, lifting it up and hoisting it on his shoulder as he turned back to the building.
Marchosias had burst out from the mess Lincoln slammed her into and dove straight for Lincoln, fist out and prepared to hit him. He responded by swinging the large bludgeon and the shock of the two objects slamming sent them flying a ways.
Lincoln smashed the huge club in front of him to slow him down and right himself back up, "Come on, B-G, it's time to get serious!"
Lincoln's body was once more engulfed by the fleshy mass from when he and Marchosias had their first scrape, "Already on it, boy."
He ran up to Marchosias, who had managed to recover and ran up to meet with Lincoln, dodging the huge club Lincoln had rigged out of the robot's arm, and then she punched into his side. Lincoln gritted his teeth from the impact, but thanks to the protective layer of his suped-up form, he was able to withstand it without getting thrown off his feet and through anymore walls.
Gripping tightly, Lincoln used some of the momentum from Marchosias' own strike to spin his body and swing the club towards her direction, hitting her from behind and throwing her head-first into one of the wheels of the fallen robot. He ran up to her again and swung from the bottom-up, throwing her up into the next floor of the building.
He chased after her, no longer needing the big club as it was too wide to swing anywhere inside. He briefly caught her run down the hall, but she ducked a couple of corners and was out of his sight; he carefully wandered around, keeping an eye and ear out for any sign of her.
A hand burst out from behind a wall and muffled him as he tried to pry her Lamina clasped around his face, as another hand burst near his belly and clamped down on his abdomen. He fastened his feet and one hand against the wall and pushed as hard as he could. On the other side of the wall, Marchosias was pressed against the wall, surprised by the sheer strength that Hellhare was using to pull her through it, cracking the solid gray as she felt like being flattened by a press.
Lincoln tumbled forward as Marchosias came through with him, slamming the back of his head on her snout to push her off. Marchosias swept him off his feet, and struck him with the open palm of her weapon, sending him rolling across the floor. She leapt and was about to smash him again, but Lincoln summoned his weapon and thrust it into her belly as she was above him, throwing her aside on the floor. He got back up and swung an overhead at her, which she dodged and attempted to punish him back with a jab to the side. B-G helped out as a section of the mass on Lincoln's skin seemed to come alive and catch her big fist. Lincoln slammed his mace into her face, spinning the other end towards her and putting her face-first into the ground.
Her snake-tail attempted to bite him, aiming for one of his thighs. He quickly grabbed it and held its jaw open, and then he pulled it and the rest of Marchosias's body up and slammed her opposite him, near the edge of the huge gap the big machine formed earlier. His adrenaline was running high, and it was time to put this dog down. She tried to stand up again, but Lincoln hit her in the right ankle, she attempted to punch him again, but he slammed into her elbow, then he swung under her chin and sent her stumbling backward before hitting her under the chin again with the other side of his staff. He grabbed one of her Lamina and yanked it off her broken arm, putting it on his own in a tenth of a second and then punching her upside the head with such force that the floor below her shattered into fragments.
She was sent hurtling down, and then before she knew it, she was impaled on three jutting pieces of rebar, one through her abdomen, one in-between her cleavage, and the last through the back of her neck. She would have been able to survive were it not for Lincoln claiming her Lamina and using it to bash through her demonic energy field and actually rendering her mortal, a terrible pain shot across her body as she gasped for air while impaled in place.
"Fuck, fuck, what the fuck is this shit? I'm a fucking Lemegeton, I can't die to this stupid… Sinner…" She looked up, seeing Lincoln stare back down at her, looking grim but relieved that the battle was over, and with it the feud he and Marchosias have had for a while. Marchosias squinted, and she could see, behind the rabbit, a demonic haze form behind him, and above his head, she could see three demonic eyes stare back at her, her eyes widened as blood poured out from her jaw, "T-that… it can't be…"
B-G compelled Lincoln's arm bearing his ring form to rise and point towards Marchosias. Lincoln was caught off-guard and tried to resist until B-G reassured him, "Lincoln, don't be afraid, I am simply making sure she doesn't threaten us ever again."
The body of the Lemegeton slowly faded into particles, disintegrating into nothing as it and her Lamina transformed into a floating, intangible aura glowing with a demonic hue. The face on B-G's ring opened its mouth part and a strong gust of wind pulled the aura from a distance and sucked it into itself.
"B-G?" Lincoln wasn't sure what he was doing, and he'd prefer not being in the dark about the matter.
The demon in the ring worked fast though, and he got back to Lincoln as soon as he was able, "Relax, rabbit, I've merely kept her in a safe place where she can do no more harm."
In some undetermined pocket dimension Marchosias found herself flailing in helpless freefall, she eventually came to a halt on some hard surface with mist covering the general area. She stood up, not sure what was going on, darting her head trying to find out where she was. The three eyes she saw behind Hellhare suddenly re-appeared above her, and instinctively she found herself crouch down in submission.
"Glad you could drop in, Marchosias; last time we met, you were but a petulant whelp bullying the owl boy, now you're a grown demon, and still bullying the owl boy."
She was at a loss for words, it had been centuries, if not millennia, since she found herself before his presence once again, "Those eyes, they… I… so you have returned."
"It's been rough adjusting myself back into the groove of things, I mean, I've left for a couple of years and there's barely anything I recognize here in Hell." A door formed beneath the visage of three eyes, opening to reveal some kind of room inside, "But you've been causing me and the rabbit a little too much trouble lately, so for now, I think I'll be keeping you under lock and key until… well, until we deem you fit to go free."
Back out in Hell, Lincoln slowly walked away from the battlefield where he defeated Marchosias, breathing heavily and sweating once the adrenaline from the fight dispersed, before a convoy of vehicles bearing Stolas's legion and Cherri Bomb rolled up to him, with Cherri excitedly running up to the rabbit demon.
"Yo, Lincoln, you all right? Do you want me to blow some more shit up?" She asked, half-worried and half-excited at the prospect of more chaos.
He smiled seeing her safe and sound, "Yes, and no, Cherri, I've taken care of her, I don't think we need to worry about any issues from Marchosias for a while."
"Awesome!" she cheered and jumped up throwing her fists in the air, before coming down with her chest bouncing up, with one of her bare mammaries slipping out and into view, "Whoops, nipple-slip."
Lincoln blushed and felt himself jolt up upon seeing that.
Cherri saw that, and licked her lips before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him, prying into his mouth with her tongue before pulling out, "How about a little victory sex for the occasion? Got a good place to get wild and wet at?"
He didn't need to think on the matter too hard, as there was only one place he felt was appropriate for a celebration like this, "Well… I have been meaning to get my place spruced up and put back in its place once I dealt with Marchosias."
She grinned ecstatically, "Perfect, lead the way, lover-boy!"
When Lincoln informed her that he had managed to get Marchosias to relent on her attacks against him, Loona had two thoughts in her mind in the minutes after learning about that.
The first was a question about how Lincoln succeeded in overcoming the Lemegeton; the second was some satisfaction that she gets to go back living with Lincoln in the unkempt park. She was told not to come home right away as he didn't want to burden her with setting things back up, and because he feared Blitzø might keep pestering him about Loona not staying with her papa that long; Loona could care less and she just wanted to be with her master.
As she trekked down the dirty cobblestone path beside the weedy yards of grass, she spied the familiar sight of Lincoln's trailer parked as it was and that sent her heart aflutter. As she got closer, she could feel something… partially amiss, there was another scent in the air, it was unfamiliar, and seemed dangerous. But what got her worried was the sound of Lincoln that sounded like he was in severe pain.
Her protective instincts kicked in and she rushed into the trailer, eyes darting at the source of the noise before seeing an odd lump beneath the sheets on the bed, and without a second thought she pounced and started a tussle.
"Hey, what gives!" came the voice of an unidentified female from the pile.
"What's going on?!" Lincoln shouted as he found himself suddenly tossed about like a ragdoll.
The whole trailer shook as the bedlam of Loona's intrusion took hold, and eventually they spilled outside onto the park ground. Loona calmed down enough to look up at who was attacking Lincoln, only to find her master and a one-eyed Sinner demon sprawled on the ground, naked like a pair of newborns.
"Loona, what the fuck are you doing?!" Lincoln asked angrily, now that he put two and two together.
"I…" Loona stammered, "I thought you were in trouble! You were making some weird sounds and…" Her anger dissipated and she found herself hanging her head down, red-faced at her getting in the way of Lincoln's quality time, "I'm… I'm sorry…"
Lincoln sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Sorry, Cherri, I wasn't expecting her to come by so soon."
Unexpectedly, Cherri broke out into a hearty laugh for a few seconds before calming down, "It's all good, bunny rabbit! Actually, that was a pretty fun scrap, your dog's real good." She walked up to Loona, and cupped her chin, bringing her face up so their eyes could meet, "Not to mention, she's real cute, too." She licked her lips and turned back to Lincoln, "Hey, you wouldn't mind if we let her in on the fun, do you?"
Loona's cheeks turned red and her tail wagged with anticipation at the thought. Lincoln glanced at the two of them quickly, then shrugged, "Well, as long as Loona doesn't mind too much."
The Hellhound twiddled her thumbs, mildly nervous, "I… I'll do my best, sir."
Lincoln's fight with Marchosias is over, but as far as he's concerned, she was just his first challenge. For now, though, let's give him (and me) some time to unwind.
Moreover, this is not the end of his quest for a harem, as there is still one girl left who has yet to make an appearance. Who is she? Well, with your continued patronage, you'll find out soon enough. All I can tell you is what VivziePop told everyone else about her: "She's not a demon, and she's not in Hell."
Speaking of Viv, I haven't watched much new eps lately, but I have heard about the camping one where Moxxie and Millie pretend to be siblings, and… Why am I not surprised a degenerate like Viv would put out something like that? Ah well, gives me an excuse to flip some scripts if it gets down to it.
