"I knew we should have moved!" Martin shouted as he ducked just in time to avoid a shot from a machine gun. Sparks flew from the copper wiring that made up his hair, leaving little singe marks on the wall he was leaning against. Thankfully it was built thick enough that he didn't need to worry about it giving out any time soon from the bullets or the sparks but he also knew that it wouldn't hold forever, especially with two of the attacking shark men wielding missile launchers. It had only been because they'd managed to take them by surprise and throw some improvised Molotov cocktails that they hadn't been hit yet.

"Would you shut up and focus on shooting?!" Cassie snarled. She grunted and produced several of the Baby Dragon versions of herself, the little marble duplicates giving her cheerful salutes. Cassie, in turn, handed them guns that were about the same size as them, so that they needed to wrap their little arms around the grips in a hugging motion in order to keep them from toppling over.

"Are… are you sure that's a good idea?" Martin said, eyeing the babies warily. They hadn't had the best success with the babies. Oh, they were able to mug people just fine but they also seemingly delighted in destruction, both to themselves and others.

"They'll be fine," Cassie said before she pointed at a window. "Shoot things that move."

One of the babies tilted the gun in consideration before nodding her head rapidly.

That caused a second to fire upon her sister.

"TADA!" she declared happily even as the first baby wobbled before crashing to the ground.

"NOT US!" Cassie roared, absorbing the shattered Baby and sending out a new one. The newly created baby blinked before giggling and grabbing the abandoned gun, moving to return the favor to the first shooting baby dragon. Cassie sighed and forced them to turn towards the windows. "Shoot anything that doesn't live here!"

The Babies nodded at that and scrambled to the windows to begin returning fire. Of course, considering their size, this caused them to go flying back, crashing to the ground with peels of laughter before they toddled back to their stations.

"Oh yes, they are a big help!" Martin complained as one whizzed by his head.

"Why are you getting guns, Caesar?" Caesar said mockingly as he used the metal beams that made up his extra limbs to 'walk' along the ground like Doctor Octopus, leaving his true hands free to snag more weapons. He had been hiding guns all around the warehouse they had made their base of operations since they had arrived in Hell and was now gathering them back up to deal with the intruders. "Isn't it dangerous and risky to be stealing them, Caesar?"

"Yeah yeah, you were right!" Martin called out as he ducked out to try and line up another shot only to have to pull back when he nearly got pegged.

Moose oozed over to them… quite literally since he was made of an assortment of cleaning chemicals… and looked at the scene before him. He nodded… and promptly sat down on a stool and grabbed a magazine. "What I miss?"

The other three Department Heads, who had basically been made the leaders of the transformed KaibaCorp staff, shot him dark looks. The rest of the staff was busy trying to fortify their base, sealing off doors and the like, as it was clear from their slow and steady approach that the attackers were looking to get in.

"What?"

"We're being attack," Martin said dryly.

"…oh."

Moose went back to browsing his magazine.

"Well, nice to know some of us are able to just relax!" Cassie growled just before one of her babies was shot, the little thing flying right into Moose. He looked down at the baby stone dragon as it struggled to swim through his gooey body before, with a sigh, he reached in and fished her out.

"Oooowwwww," the baby moaned before looking at Cassie. "Mama, booboo." It held up the stump where its arm had been and gave a pitiful little sniff.

"Yeah," Cassie said… before brutally smashing her with her ever trusty sledgehammer, gathering up the remains and swallowing them.

"You should NOT be a mother," Martin commented.

"I would be the first to agree to that," she retorted before sending out another baby. "Do better than that bitch." She pointed at a gun that Caesar had and the baby nodded, happily going to get it. "So we're fucked."

"Moreso than we were just being in Hell, which is odd," Caesar admitted. "Any idea why they are targeting us?"

"Anyone that surrenders now and turns on their comrades will be given only a mildly painful death!" the imp that was clearly in charge of the invaders called out to them.

"Gee Moose, I'll stop and ask them to let us know!" Martin snapped, sparks flying from his hair.

"Try not to get shot," Moose said lazily, flipping through his copy of 'Horny Imps Monthly'. Strangely enough it wasn't a porno magazine but rather an arts and crafts periodical. Apparently the editors and owners were horrible with names. It was rather interesting though… he'd have to remember to try some of their tricks on the closet he used as his office at some point.

"I was being sarcastic!" Martin snarled.

Moose didn't even look up. "I know. I meant you should watch out for the babies."

"Huh?" Martin said only to yelp when the babies turned their guns on him and, while giggling, tried to shoot him.

"HEY!" Cassie roared, darting over and snatching the guns away. "What the fuck!?"

"Mildly painful deaths, mama!" the babies chirped before leaping to try and grab their guns.

"Oh you are all so dead!" she roared, moving to try and smash them with her hammer. The babies, realizing that their mutiny had been foiled on account of everyone being bigger and stronger than them, tried to make a run for it. "Get back here you little bitches!"

Caesar sighed. "We're all going to die… again." The sounds of Cassie's hammer hitting stone filled the air.

"Do not be so sure of that," Vencent said as he entered into the room. The mass of cables that made up his arms and legs allowed him to move about with the same fluid yet bouncy style as a rubber hose limbed cartoon character, which made his large frame look all the more startling. "My security cameras are detecting movement."

"Reinforcements?" Martin said worriedly.

"Stay still and die for mama!" Cassie said with mock cheerfulness as she moved in to kill the last of her traitorous creations.

"I doubt it," Caesar said even as the baby tried to hide behind him. "Who would come to save us?"

Martin frowned as he risked a glance out the window. He could see that the missile launcher shark men were gathering back up their weapons to clearly try and strike at them again and he brought his sniper rifle to bear, firing on one of them and causing him to back away while Caesar, with cold efficiency, blasted one in the head with his rifle, dropping the number of attackers they had to deal with from an 'assload' to 'horribly too many'. Another two moved to try and go for the missile launcher but Caesar fired on them as well, his shots only missing because he had to shoot so quickly and then duck down before he was hit.

But because everyone was now focused on Caesar Martin was able to see beyond the parking lot around the warehouse and just who had pulled up.

"Limo of some kind," he said. "Getting out is… okay, we have an imp, some really big demon that looks a bit like a lion tamer with a burning head, a large dog-like demon in a suit and-"

He froze.

"What is it?" Cassie asked.

"Aria," Martin whispered.

"What?!" Mosse and Cassie both shouted. The two quickly went for sniper rifles of their own. On Cassie's shoulder the last baby dragon popped up, cupping her hands around her eyes like she was using binoculars.

Sure enough they saw Aria standing with the three other new arrivals. Unlike them she looked exactly like she had the last time they had seen her. A different outfit, a bit more upscale than she normally wore, and she was wearing a headband with little devil horns on it but otherwise if was her.

"Aria," Moose whispered in shock.

"She… she wasn't with us. She wasn't at KaibaCorp." Cassie shook her head. "What is she doing here?!"

"I don't know but I hope she's smart enough to turn around and leave," Martin said and the rest of the group agreed with him silently. The last thing they wanted was for Aria to get involved; they knew that this was far too dangerous for her and they would rest easy if she was far, far away.

~MC~MC~MC~

Aria rolled her shoulders before, with a blast of magic, she removed the glamour spell that had her looking liker a human and allowed her to assume her hellhound form.

"You're a tall drink of water, aren't ya?" Fizz said, looking her up and down. "I'm gonna get a complex with all ya giants towering over me."

"Aw, we all know that it isn't the height but the heart that matters," Ozzie said before looking at Edwin. "Alright, so what's the plan here?"

Edwin looked over the parking lot before them. So far Crimson and his hired guns hadn't noticed their arrival, which was good because Edwin knew that the element of surprise was going to do a lot for him in the fight that was about to occur.

'I know what I must do,' he thought to himself darkly. 'If I don't… this is just going to keep happening. It won't be Crimson but someone else. An Ars Goetia who learns what I did to one of their number. An Overlord angered that I've risen up in the ranks. Or someone I don't even expect. And while they might not go after me… they will go after the people I care for. My friends.' He gripped his cane and felt Jackie shift on his shoulder. 'I tried to stay in the shadows but I've known that eventually I would have to step into the light. Alastor knows the truth. Rosie. Camilla. Ozzie and Fizz realize it and if they don't they will very soon. Charlie must sense it. Someone is going to blab… so why not do things my way? Own this reveal?'

"Edwin?" Ozzie said.

"You and Fizz are the rear flank. Anyone that tries to run you take care of. Destroy them all."

"oh… I can do that," Fizz said. Edwin knew from his brief time with the Imp that he wasn't much of a fighter… but that didn't mean he didn't know HOW. He just didn't like it. But he would in this case, to take revenge against the criminal that had harmed him and embarrassed him.

"Also, I picked out a song… that limo has good speakers, right?" Edwin tossed Fizz his phone, the clown easily catching it even as he nodded.

"Of course it does! I have it set up to be able to be heard from one side of the Lust Ring to another! You never know when you might need to have an all night orgy that requires a good beat!" But then he looked down at the phone and frowned. "Uh… not the best song for lifting tails before a good plowing…"

"And you two?" Ozzie asked Edwin when he didn't respond, Fizz shrugging and working to hook the phone up to the limo's speakers.

That made Edwin smile, lips curling up to reveal his long sharp incisors. "I'm going to introduce them to a very important lesson. One all of Hell is about to learn."

"And that is?"

An aura of flames began to burn around his head, blue and white and very hot.

"Demons run when a good man goes to war," he said in a multitude of voices. "Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies. Night will fall, and the dark will rise."

His eyes glowed before he began to walk away from Ozzie and Fizz, the shark men and imps still firing on his friends.

"When a good man goes to war."

~MC~MC~MC~

The first warning any of the criminals got was the strumming of a guitar.

It made them stop shooting, looking at each other trying to figure out what was going on.

"What are you fuckers doing!?" Crimson shouted at him men. "Its just some fucking music! You scared of a fucking guitar? Worried about getting cuts on your damn fingers? They are just trying to distract you!"

"But boss…" Torque, a former mechanic turned hired goon, said, "its not coming from the warehouse."

Crimson frowned at that. Yes… that was right. It wasn't coming from the building where those fucking squatters were in. No… it was coming behind him…

Turning, the crime boss frowned as he saw fucking Asmodeus and Fizzirolli watching him next to their limo. But it was the two figures walking towards him that were obviously the more pressing issue. The one was clearly a female hellhound and the latter was a canine-like demon. Both were VERY tall, easily over 10 feet, and the male looked to be almost as sharply dressed as Crimson was.

"Hey!" he shouted, pulling his toothpick from his mouth lest it drop. "I don't know what that weak rooster and his clown butt plug told you but you don't want to mess with me! And I'm a bit fucking busy right now so why don't you turn around and fuck off?"

The two continued to walk towards him.

"…fine then," he growled. "Torque, take a few boys to fuck those two up."

"Uh… you sure?" the imp said.

"You fucking scared of two dogs? They are shit!"

"Oh… okay boss." Torque moved to raise his gun but Crimson snarled and knocked the weapon out of his hands. "Boss?"

"Don't waste those fucking bullets on them! They are fucking dogs! Got out there and fuck them up!"

He knew that it was dangerous to suggest that. The Hellhound was huge… one of the tallest hellhounds he'd ever seen! And the male was even taller than her. But they were still mutts. At best they were coming to join in on the fun… he could see that honestly, now that he thought about it. Smelled the guns firing and the fear from those freeloaders and wanted in on causing some damage.

Yeah… yeah that sounded right.

"Go over there and find out what they want," Crimson declared. "And if they cause any problems take that wrench of yours and bust their fucking kneecaps!"

"Right boss!" Torque declared with a sharp nod and he waved for several Sharks and Imps to join him.

And still the music played. Only now… someone began to sing as the rest of the band joined in.

In a little café
Just the other side of the border

"Hey!" Torque roared out, trying to sound as brash and as bold as he could.

He at least managed to sound brash, which was good enough for Crimson.

To be bold one had to have some intelligence and that wasn't what Torque was known for. He was an imp who had fucked up, lost his job, and realized there was more money in knife work than there was in fixing cars. More fun too. But while he might dream of becoming the Big Boss he would never manage that because he didn't have that spark. That keen intelligence to know when there was a perfect situation just waiting to be taken advantage of or the courage to take the next step forward, even if it was risky. No, Torque would always be a grunt and if he was lucky he'd been in charge of other grunts, marry a woman that was a grunt, and have little brats that would grow up to be grunts.

She was a-sitting there a-givin' me
Looks that made my mouth water

"What the fuck are you two doing? If you are here to get in on the action you need to ask first!" He paused, looking at the bitch. "Unless you are in for some other action," he leered, "and then maybe you should step back and watch us work. Get ya fur nice and wet."

The bitch tensed but the male held out his arm in front of her, growling something before he continued on towards Torque.

"Oh, don't like that, huh? Well too fucking bad! You mutts need to learn you are the lowest of the low. We're Crimson's Boys and what we say go!"

The male continued to walk towards him.

So I started walking her way
She belonged to that man, José

Crimson, for his part, got a better look at the demon walking towards him and he was rather surprised to realize, based on the outfit, the golden key sunken into his furry chest, and the jackal pelt on his shoulders that it was Edwin Cerberus. Crimson had heard of the jeweler… everyone in Hell, all of the rings, had heard of him. He was utterly popular and more than one of the floosies that Crimson had taken into his bed had, when they weren't foolishly blathering on about how they would make him such a good wife ('never again… never fucking again') had hinted rather heavily that they'd love one of his pieces.

And now he was walking towards them, in his Full Demon form. Not snarling. Not smiling. Just… walking.

The imp hated it.

"HEY!" Torque roared. "I'm fucking talking to you!" By that point he was within striking distance of Cerberus and did what he did best: rear back and prepare to strike him with his wrench.

And I knew, yes I knew I should leave
When I heard her say, yeah

Cerberus didn't catch the blow.

Neither did his bitch.

Instead a glowing blue hand, gilded with golden armor, suddenly burst from Cerberus' body and caught Torque's wrist before twisting it, causing him to scream.

That seemed to be the signal as from the demon leapt out 13 warriors who rushed forward.

Come a little bit closer
You're my kind of man

So big and so strong

Crimson watched in shock as the demons he'd sent to greet Cerberus and his bitch at once were taken down. The beings that had emerged from him fought in all manner of ways. One male easily stuck out his arms and caught two sharks in the throat, knocking both down before he hammered in their skulls with his golden boots. A female spun in a full circle to avoid a blow before she grabbed the imp by the horns, pulled his head back, and slit his throat. A child leapt at one large imp who screamed in pain as she began to stab him over and over with what Crimson realized was an Angelic Steel Knife.

"SHOOT THEM!" he roared and his men turned away from the warehouse and opened fire on the 13 warriors. But instead of hearing them scream in pain Crimson instead got to watch the bullets harmlessly pass through them while Cerberus held up his hand, the air shimmering around him so that the bullets that got near him and his bitch all melted, falling to the ground in puddles.

Come a little bit closer
I'm all alone
And the night is so long

Crimson snarled and moved to grab one of the missile launchers, figuring that would work out well in taking out the fucker that had dared to intrude. But even as he was moving to snag it he heard the screams of the dying. Now Cerberus' bitch was getting involved, fists flashing as she began to cave in rib cages and skulls with her punches and kicks. She let out a howl when one imp managed to get in a lucky shot and strike her with his gun but then she twisted around and bite his head off, his eyes blinking even as his skull rested in her jaws before she snapped them shut, reducing him to a paste.

He had just moved to lift the weapon up and sight it on Cerberus when the fur wrap he always wore around his neck lifted its head. Crimson should have seen that coming, as there were plenty of demons who had multiple limbs; what was some gay-ass wrap? But then the beast leapt from Cerberus' shoulders… and transformed. Its body grew larger and large until it was nearly as tall at the shoulder as Cerberus himself. Armor formed on its body and its tail split into several ethereal burning appendages, each one tipped with a smaller replica of the jackal's main head. It stuck out its long sharp tongue before suddenly rushing forward right at Crimson, forcing the Imp to leap for cover. He tried to fire on it but the shot went wide, striking his own men while the phantoms (and how the fuck did Cerberus have ghosts… ghosts weren't real!) were perfectly fine.

So we started to dance
In my arms, she felt so inviting

His men began to back away, fearful and afraid. What had seemed like a fun and easy job of taking out some newly arrived Sinner filth had turned into a blood bath. Worst, it was clear that only a FINAL Death awaited them. Cerberus and his phantoms and even the bitch were using Angelic Steel!

Well… Crimson had Angelic Steel too!

He waited for the right moment and then took out a throwing knife made of the stuff. He had originally planned to play some games with it and the squatters, tying them up to a wall and seeing if he could hit or miss them while wearing a blindfold. But this would work just fine as well! With a heave he threw the knife the moment Cerberus' back was turned-

One of the phantoms suddenly leapt in the air, caught the blade, and without even waiting to land hurled it at Crimson, forcing him to dive for cover. He hissed as he brought his hand up the his cheek and saw he'd been cut, ignoring the screams of a shark that had gotten the knife right in the gills.

And I just couldn't resist
Just one little kiss, so exciting

Crimson feft his heart thundering in his chest.

"You… you think you can fuck with me!" he roared, pulling out a grenade, popping the pin, and hurling it at Cerberus.

The demon caught the grenade and there was a brief flash in his hand before he let go, sending dust and little dribblets of debris rain down to his bare feet.

The imp crime boss looked at him before glancing to his right and his left. Even though his muscle was still there and still fighting their numbers had been thinned greatly and it was clear that the bottom of the barrel hired help weren't going to be able to handle a bunch of phantoms, a truly enraged hellhound who was also keeping her head, and a Sinner demon who was able to produce explosions so hot and powerful then made grenades look like sparklers.

He did the only thing he could do. What he had sworn he would NEVER do.

Crimson… ran.

Then I heard the guitar player say
"Vamoos, José's on his way!"

He hated it. He hated fleeing. It was what everyone expected from him and his kind. No matter what an Imp did… they would always been seen as weak and pathetic, unable to match up with a Sinner Demon. That was the problem for all Hellborn, honestly, but at least the others had something to fall back on. Hellhounds were strong and savage fighters. Sharks vicious and Sirens slippery sneaks. Baphomets and Sphinxes were incredibly intelligent while the Succubi and Iccubi utterly sexual. But Imps? Imps were seen as worthless. Throwaways. Meaningless. It was why Crimson did all he could to forever prove that he was better than them all, targeting the most powerful he could!

'And this fucking Sinner is ruining everything!' he thought bitterly as he rushed for his car. 'He just went right to the top of my Shit List! He thinks he's safe because he's famous? Oh no… I am-'

The car exploded.

And I knew, yes I knew I should run
But then I heard her say, yeah

Crimson was thrown back, landing hard on his spine. He groaned and slowly rolled over to see that fucking Fizzirolli had grabbed one of the missile launches and fired on his car; the fucking Imp gave a little wave at that.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

One of the Phantoms was suddenly in front of him, swinging a curved sword.

"You have other things to worry about," the phantom said in an Egyptian accent before lashing out, nearly managing to hack of Crimson's head. He just managed to roll away before he drew out his gun, aiming not for the phantom but his sword. His shot was true and the phantom was startled by his blade being hit, allowing Crimson to make a break for it.

Come a little bit closer
You're my kind of man
So big and so strong

But then there was a great BOOM! and Crimson had to skid to a stop as he saw the bitch land in front of him. The front of her shirt was dripping with blood and her eyes glowed… but instead of the red one might have expected instead they were utterly black with golden rings. She took a step forward and Crimson moved to try and draw his gun only for the little kid phantom to suddenly pop up on his shoulders, stabbing him in the arm and causing him to drop his weapon. He howled in pain and stumbled back, two more phantoms moving to retrieve the weapons… and the kid once Crimsons threw him off.

"Get over here!" he shouted to a few of the remaining Sharks and Imps. "Get over here and help me-"

There was a crack and golden lines raced around the parking lot, forming webs that caught his goons in mid stride. They cried out and struggled to get out but they couldn't… and then the phantoms were on them, hacking into their forms.

And the bitch kept walking towards him.

Come a little bit closer
I'm all alone
And the night is so long

Crimson turned, figuring that he could use some of the rusted out cares as cover while he figured out his options, perhaps even turn the golden webs against his pursuers. 'That would serve them fucking right,' he thought with a glower. 'Not sure what fucking tricks Cerberus has… no fucking way he should be able to make those webs on his own so he must have someone else… maybe I can spot them, fire on them.'

It made no sense. All Sinners basically had a single trick. That was it. Stretching limbs or the ability to fly or controlling something like electricity or the like. They had their niche and that was it. But Cerberus… he had summoned up those phantoms, he could created super heated flames, and now webs? No… no something else was going on.

'Phantoms have to be an illusion… a trick,' he thought as he made for a car, leaping and diving to avoid the lunges from the Egyptian spirits that were trying to slice him up. 'And he has to have some spider demon working with him… that's how he made the-'

Crimson stumbled and fell, crying out as searing pain ripped through his leg.

Then the music stopped
When I looked the café was empty

He fell on his belly, feeling the cracked and broken asphalt digging into his face. He twisted his head and glowered as he stared at someone new… some huge bastard with cables for arms and who was tossing a sniper rifle over to a man with steel beams jutting out of his back like spider legs (could he be the spider? No… no the webs were golden and his 'limbs' were dull metal).

It took him a moment to realize that they were the fucking squatters.

"Edwin," a dragoness said with a nod. "Funny seeing you and Aria here."

"I could say the same, Cassie."

"Fuck," Crimson growled as he realized the truth. "You fuckers all know each other."

"Sim, Bastardo," the steel spider Sinner demon said.

Cerberus, for his part, slowly walked over to Crimson, squatting down before the Imp could even think about fighting back and digging his finger into the bullet hole in his leg.

Then I heard José say
"Man, you know you're in trouble plenty"

"You know Crimson… I have to admit I am impressed," Cerberus said, the mockery clear in his tone. "See, I've run into a lot of demons since I ended up in Hell who have tried to take a swing at things. Go for the brass ring. But never have I met one that not only fucked up so many times… but also managed to piss so many people off."

"Go fuck-"

Cerberus grabbed his face and squeezed so hard Crimson felt his jaw pop out of place.

"Shhhhh," Cerberus whispered. "I'm talking. That's kind of my thing. And in Hell… well… I'm a bit like Tarn." He shrugged. "You wouldn't get that reference. Now then… as I was saying. You managed to get on Stolas' shit list by kidnapping his Imp Fuck Buddy. You pissed off Ozzie by taking Fizz… and that has pissed off Beelzebub as well. From what I hear Striker isn't returning your calls anymore. Oh, and Mammon isn't happy because you making Surf and Turf out of so many Sharks really rattled things down in his ring."

Crimson's eyes went wide. How… how the fuck did Cerberus know all this.

"And now… you pissed off me."

So I dropped my drink from my hand
And through the window, I ran

"Let me explain, because I can tell you are confused," Cerberus said and Crimson saw from the corner of his eye that the rest of his gang were now closing in on them. The squatters. The phantoms. The bitch. The fucking clown and the rooster. All of them were watching him with eagerness though only Asmodeus and Fizzirolli were keeping their distance; of course they were, the cunts were too fucking scared and weak to do their own dirty work.

Crimson wanted to spit at Cerberus but he was still holding his dislocated jaw between his fingers.

"When I landed in Hell I was all alone. I had no one. But I managed to make friends. A family. Not the ones you are thinking of though; not Charlie and the Hotel Staff. I mean the Thieves of Kul Elna." He gestured to the Phantoms. "And later Aria." The bitch waved. "But before that… I found myself in another strange place. And I made a family there too. I hope none of them end up in this place. I made friends too… and now they are trapped here, same as me."

Cerberus leaned in and let loose a blast of heat from his nostrils.

"And you tried to fucking take them from me."

And as I rode away
I could hear her say to José, yeah

"No one… takes… what… is… MINE."

And with that Cerberus lifted Crimson up before violently punching him in the face.

Come a little bit closer
You're my kind of man
So big and so strong

He stumbled only for Cerberus to fire off a blast of heat. But it passed by Crimson… and was caught by the blade of one of phantoms, who spun their sword before hacking off his right arm, causing him to scream as the wound was instantly cauterized.

Come a little bit closer
I'm all alone
And the night is so long

He toppled back only to run into the bitch, who drove her claws right into his belly, ripping it open. Crimson's own hand went from his stomach, clutching at his innards, and he was so focused on that he didn't see until it was too late the Gooey Sinner come up and place a hand on the wound, causing him to bellow as searing chemicals melted his flesh, sealing up the wound.

La-la-la-la la-la-la-la (Come a little bit closer)

He was shoved towards the big man who merely sighed before giving him a lazy shove… right into the squatter with electrical wires for hair. Crimson at once felt 10,000 jolts enter his body, making his jaw clench even though it was half the way to breaking.

La-la-la-la la-la-la-la (Come a little bit closer)

The Steel Spider slammed his girders into his legs, shattering them into pieces so that Crimson fell right before the Dragoness. He stared up at her, startled to see a mini version of her pop up on her shoulder and cackle right before the dragoness brought a sledge hammer down on his spine.

Woah woah (Come a little bit closer)

"Now now, Crimmy!" the clown declared, using his arm to lift him back onto his legs… which caused Crimson to pant before he realized, with growing horror, he couldn't actually feel any pain in his legs. Something he should have felt with them being shattered.

And… he couldn't move his arm either.

"No lying down quite yet!"

I can still hear her say (Come a little bit closer)

He was passed around. Shoved and silently mocked as those gathered took turns brutally attacking him.

And finally Cerberus raised his hand.

"Enough," he commanded and all stopped. "Not yet. I have something in mind for him." He glanced up and Crimson weakly lifted his eyes and saw that there was a camera drone hovering above them.

That… what was the worst thing.

That all of Hell had seen his fall.

La-la-la-la la-la-la-la (Come a little bit closer)