Author's Note: Another double update, everyone! This time we'll be following a 'different' crowd. Enjoy!
The story has elements of both Dark War storyline and DemonxBunny's Masters of the Multiverse, so all credit goes to both Impact Wrestling and DemonxBunny. I do not own the characters, only the OCs. The story is entirely fictional.
Characters may look and act different than they do in real life. This was done intentionally, and things will change over time in this story, so please be patient.
Rating: M, for violence, coarse language, and mature themes/events that will appear throughout this story. Remember, this is Femslash, so if that's not your thing, you may not like this story.
Pairings: Allie/Rosemary (DemonxBunny), others over time.
Aftermath of the Dark War Chapter 23: Deadly Plots Arising by Jurassicfatt
*Somewhere in the Undead Realm*
A sound in the darkness. A long, narrow passageway with old stone walls, visible only by the few torches attached to them. At the end of it, a wooden door, dark brown with a large dent, and a simple metal doorknob. Under the door, a faint orange glow peeks into the dark hallway. The shrieks and screams of someone in extreme torment can be heard coming from behind it. Passing through the small keyhole, we see a rather large dungeon. The walls all have one torch each, their bright orange flames illuminating the room. The brightest torch shines at the far side of it, across from the entrance. A few feet from it is a chair, and in it sits a naked demon. He has khaki colored skin, two red eyes, a flat nose, a forked tongue, large smooth diagonal-pointing horns and patches of brown hair on his chest, legs, and private parts. He is strapped to the chair, his hands bound to the body of it, his legs to the bottom. Teeth and blood surround the floor near his feet. His sweat-soaked body is covered in multiple cuts and bruises, the blood having run down and dried from them.
In front of the beaten demon is Father James Mitchell, his bald head and smirk visible in the pale light. He wears his usual black and red clerical collar shirt, red jacket, and pants. He holds his gold cane in his hands. To his immediate right is Havok, decked in her black leather jacket, top, and pants with shiny black boots. She cracks her knuckles, a crazed smile showing off her white teeth. Two of Certrius' beaked minions are also present, snarling at the tortured prisoner. The demon coughs as Mitchell begins to speak.
"It didn't have to be this way." he says with a smile, his newly grown beard sticking out from his face in a triangle, much like the devil's. "Had you simply followed my teachings; you could have repented for your acts against us." He pulls a note from his jacket. The demon looks at it, then back at Mitchell. "We found this in your quarters. A map of our location, with all possible entry-points. Who is it for?"
The demon spits blood and saliva at Mitchell. Havok punches the demon square in the jaw, a loud smack sounding off of the walls. He groans in pain, before looking up at them again.
"A good for nothing spy in our midst. Who sent you?" Havok asks, grabbing the demon by the cheeks, digging her fingernails into his skin. The dungeon door opens, a creaking sound coming out, before the door slams shut.
"If you tell us, the pain stops." Mitchell says with a shrug of his shoulders. "Only if you tell us, though."
"He will not." the familiar voice of Certrius puts forth. He walks into the room, wearing his red robe. He bends down to look at the demon, who stares daggers at the sorcerer's black eyes. "Another Hiveling. So feeble are the worshippers of lesser entities. Is this what you search for?" he asks the demon mockingly, showing him the Jade Jewel.
"*Clears throat* T-That doesn't belong-g to you!" the demon croaks out. Certrius backhands him with his right hand, the force of the slap knocking the demon and chair to the ground. Wham! Havok goes behind him and lifts the chair upright again.
"The Jewel is mine! I claimed it, and I intend to use it. Not that you would care for such things, scum!" Certrius bellows out, before eyeing the Jewel in his hand.
"It is quite beautiful, isn't it?" Mitchell asks his Warlord companion.
"Yes, it is. Once I get my hands on that Realmer, all our ambitions will finally come true."
"F-False prophets! That Jewel will give you no power. Only the first to find *wheeze* it does it belong. He *cough, spit* will enact vengeance on you!" the demon says aloud.
"He has no power!" Certrius screams, muttering a spell as green energy shoots from his palm and envelops the demon's neck and chest. The demon screams in anguish, thrashing in the chair. "Soon, he will be victimized! I will remove him from his throne. And there's nothing you and your little filthy following can do to stop me!" he says, before closing his hand, the demon's chest and neck twisting in a sickening crunch. He then opens his hand, releasing the demon's limp body, his head rolling to one side. "Get rid of it!" he yells with disdain to his minions, the two beaked demons quickly moving towards the body.
Certrius and Mitchell then leave the dungeon. They walk side by side down the dimly lit hall, Havok following not too far behind.
"Where is she now?" Certrius asks Mitchell, never missing a step.
"The Western Region. The assassin had an assignment due to multiple Warlord attacks." Havok responds. Certrius makes a sound of disgust in his throat.
"The assassin. Of course. When will this assignment finish?"
"That's the thing. It's over. She and the woman should be returning to Kaduran by now." Havok tells them. The two stop and turn to her.
"Are you certain?" Certrius asks.
"Positive. I have my best sources on it."
"I believe her, Certrius." Mitchell says, causing the much larger Warlord to turn his head to him. "She is one my loyalists. She would not lie in my presence." Certrius turns and continues walking, the other two following.
"Then the assassin has taken another assignment. I have not the patience to wait for your sources any longer."
"Then what do we do, old friend?" Mitchell questions.
"Come to my lab. The Jewel will be our guide."
*A few moments later*
We find ourselves in a large room, with at least fifteen bright white lanterns hanging from the ceiling. A large red sarcophagus, with various symbols painted on the sides of it, leaks reddish-black liquid onto the ground below. It emits a faint red glow. A long beige table, with large textbooks, architectural drawings, metal instruments, and vials of colorful liquids strewn across it, lies to the right. A number of oak chairs surround one side, a woman in a wedding dress sitting on one of them. As Certrius, Mitchell, and Havok walk through the door, the woman gets up; it is Su, with her smudged blackish-red lipstick sticking out on her white face paint. She goes towards the three.
"Hello Su." Mitchell says to her with a smile.
"Move!" Certrius tells her, moving his hands in a shooing motion. She does as he asks, moving closer to Mitchell.
Certrius puts a hand in his cloak, takes the Jewel out and places it on the table. He grabs a black textbook with pine green symbols on the spine. He flips through the pages, stops on a particular chapter and begins chanting, green energy passing from his hands into the Jewel. The other three look on in fascination.
"What are you doing, Certrius? You never explained why we are here?" Mitchell asks him. Su responds quickly.
"He's been trying to force the girl to tell us where she is. Using dark magic to send messages to her while she sleeps." Su explains.
"I have told you before, this is beyond mere dark magic." Certrius quickly corrects Su, then continues to chant.
"What? Who authorized this?" Havok demands.
"I did. Your sources are too unreliable. We cannot afford to wait." Su responds with a grin.
"I concur with the bride. And I require no one's permission." Certrius states aloud. Su tilts her head to the side, still smiling at Havok while speaking in an unknown language. Havok's back goes up as she clenches her fists, clearly insulted by something Su said.
"Why you little-"
"Havok, Su, please." Mitchell mutters, raising his hands to silence them. "What have your messages uncovered?"
"Nothing. I was trying to find her exact location, hoping her mind would comply and tell me. Her will is stronger than I once believed. The most I've done is cause her to have excruciating nightmares." he remarks, smiling widely.
The Jewel shines brightly, making a humming sound, as if it is powered by an electrical current.
"What is happening to-" Havok asks, quickly getting cut off by Certrius.
"It's working. The spell I casted will tell me exactly where the Realmer is."
"Are you certain? How long will it take?" Mitchell immediately questions.
"It may take some time, depending on how far her location is."
"And what effect will it have on the girl?" Suddenly, green sparks shoot out from the Jewel. Certrius brings his hands closer, containing them with his magic. He snarls.
"Argh! Her resistance is unfound! How can such a stupid mortal be so difficult?!" Certrius yells out, seething with rage. Mitchell looks at the Jewel for a second, before speaking.
"Old friend, you are going about this in the wrong way." he asserts. Certrius turns his head.
"Are you questioning my abilities?" Certrius asks accusingly.
"No, old friend. You and I both know you are stronger and far more knowledgeable than the girl. Or anyone else for that matter. But perhaps you need to try a new technique. Something less aggressive."
"Ludicrous! She deserves to be in pain." Certrius bellows.
"Why, because she found the Jewel first? Old friend, pain and suffering are some of the most compelling ways to bring out the truth, but they are one of many. They should be used alongside another method. Let me help." Mitchell offers, putting his left hand out. Certrius glares at the shorter Warlord, before relenting.
"Causing her pain is a great joy for me, considering the precious time and effort I waste trying to find her. I am uncertain of your approach, but if you really think this 'method' of yours will help us achieve our goal?" Certrius argues, before moving aside. Mitchell's palm begins transferring a yellow-green energy into the Jewel.
"It will. Trust me." Mitchell asserts, before closing his eyes and mumbling under his breath. Ten seconds later, a portal opens to Mitchell's right. Energy begins passing from the portal and into the Jewel directly. Havok and Su stare at the scene, astonished by what they see. A woman's voice can be heard, the sound coming from the portal. Her voice is barely audible. She sounds shocked at first, then pissed off. She seems to be asking questions. Mitchell whispers under his breath, conversing with the voice for a while.
"Do we have an accord?" he whispers. Silence, followed by some sort of response. Mitchell smiles as the portal opens more widely and a figure walks through. Havok, Su, and Certrius stare in shock. The sorcerer turns and looks at Mitchell.
"What have you done, James?" he demands.
"What was necessary. Hahaha!" Mitchell states, laughing and licking his lips, before turning his head to the figure. He bows politely, the figure putting a hand to her hips. "She will be of use to us momentarily."
"Hmm. Intriguing. While I am not sure of this decision, I trust your judgement, advocate." Certrius proclaims. Mitchell turns to him.
"It is time for us to move forward with our plan. This is the best way to do so." Mitchell asserts. Havok runs to his side.
"What will you have us do, Master?" Havok asks, bowing the knee. Su glares at her.
"Havok, you are to keep an eye on our followers. Make sure we have no more spies in our ranks. Su, darling?" Mitchell explains, then looks to the face-painted bride.
"Yes, James." she says with love. Havok scoffs under her breath.
"Inform the maid of honor to prepare your bridesmaids. Once we know where she is, we'll make sure she doesn't escape again."
"And the assassin?" Havok asks. Su glares at her again, hissing like a cobra.
"Su will deal with her. She can handle it." Mitchell says, running a finger over her cheek for a second. "Soon, our plan will finally be in motion…"
"The strong will prevail. The Realms will be ours. And the weak will be forced to burn or submit!" Certrius says aloud, the two Warlords cackling madly into the night as the Jewel continues to emit sparks of green energy.
A/N: Hey everybody. Hope you're having a great holiday. Oh my, it looks like Certrius, Mitchell, Su, and Havok have been busy trying to find Allie. Definitely some friction between Havok and Su, too. Something tells me that's not going to change anytime soon. And it seems they have just enlisted the aid of a new person. But who? And what does this mean for our heroes? Tune in next time to find out.
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