Holthorne: Corruption Fuels (VintageBass)

[Syndos]

The succubus panted for a while, she was full of sexual energy, enough to last her for about two days. Still it had been a enjoyable ride for them both, and so she smiled at you while getting up to go the wall, and pulled on a bell to let the elder demon know that your business was concluded.

However that didn't happen as the wall was blown down in a blaze of light, and Theresa stepped in not looking concerned over the unconscious Succubus. She instead looked at Fuel, and then she pulled out a picture and compared Fuel to it. "Yep its you, now then save me the trouble of having to bind you, and come with me or we can make this unpleasant" Theresa said the air crackling around her filled with energy that would make any angelic or demonic being shiver a bit. The type of power that Theresa wielded was a contract power, meaning she had terms to her powers, such as she could only use this kind of devastating power to complete missions for Holthorne. And even then she had to be given permission from the higher ups in order to use her powers. Contract powers were rare these days for several reasons namely that the soul no longer belonged to the user, in essence even though Contracts usually belonged to demons, angels were also capable of it.

However enough exposition and back to the rp. Theresa had been playing cards while listening to the annoying narrator, and then she straightened back up waiting for Fuel's response. She had a smirk on her face, most likely thinking fuel would refuse her, and try to fight her, or harass her sexually. Demons always did seem to be able to figure out her true gender. Still it was of little consequence, one way or another she would bring him in whether he liked it or not.

[VintageBass]

Fuel makes his way out of the room and heads on over to the counter to ring the bell, settling his business and make his way out back into the human world. Just as he was about to hit it, he notices a bright light and jumps out of the way to prevent getting hit by the magical blast. He recovers, rolling out of the way before jumping back to his feet, and Fuel swings his staff around before aiming it at whoever is coming out of the room. The demon takes note of who is stepping through, walking over the demon he just laid and seeing... whoever this is, discuss some matters with him before getting some cards out to play with. OK, not something he would expect, but then again he has gotten some attention from the outside world, along with a lot of other law forces in the angelical and demonic departments.

Getting a good look at the person that burst through the room, Fuel can feel that this person isn't what they appear. For that matter, they have a lot of power to wield a Contract like that, so fighting seems like out of the option. But staring at this new person is making him wonder just what is going on. "OK, I have no idea what the hell you have to do that when there's a perfectly capable usable door over there," he said, pointing over to the door. "And second, just what is up with your attire? Are you really some boy working for the church, because I thought that practice has been given up between you boys and..." and he stops dead in his tracks, leaving his mouth to open before coming up with a new line of thinking. "But anyway, I'm not sure about the bindings, kid. I'm not sure if this is a kink of yours dressing as such, but hey, I get it." He grows a wicked smile as he flicks his staff to cause a scythe blade to pop out. "But I feel you want a fight. I don't feel like fucking you, I already got done with that demon and I'm not risking fiddling around with you. Plus we need some more variety in this bitch and I need to loosen up after that session..."

[Syndos]

"Is that your final answer Fuel, if so i don't mind breaking your bones, we can easily heal them" She then took out a collar holding it in one hand. The energy continued to build around her, there was no doubt this was going to be a buildup of a fight. A fight that would be legendary, a fight that would tear apart a entire world. That bards would sing throughout the ages. A fight so epic, that even men were getting blueballs by just thinking about it, and poets were romanticizing it even as we speak. She tightened her gloves and was walking toward him in a slow manner deadly intent crackling the air. She didn't care that he saw through her clothing however nothing was going to stop her from fulfilling her mission. Nothing would impede her service the family that had saved her,nothing would change her mind....

"Theresa please put the collar down we need to be civil afterall" Iduith spoke, and Theresa teleported beside her. She was clearly upset that her mistress was risking herself by coming here but still she didn't take her eye off of Fuel. Then Iduith spoke up surprising them both "You know if you come with us willingly you can bang some redheads, not worry about your fun being spoiled since you will be working for us, and who knows maybe just maybe you will have more fun then you have had skulking for the last few centuries, its either that or be collared and treated like a bitch, unless that's your preference" Iduith smirked a bit, she wasn't hostile or anything, but Theresa blushed and facepalmed herself at her mistresses wording.

[VintageBass]

He takes a moment to think things over. Does he really want to go through fighting someone who is disguising their gender, which could also mean hiding some deeper factors to their abilities? Or should he fall to her demands and be paraded around like the other slaves in the demon world, being at the beck and whim to whoever her higher ups are? At least if he goes with a fight, he can get some info into how this person fights and learn an effective strategy into defeating them when he feels the need to smack some sense into them. He wouldn't consider the fight all that grand that'll make them part the skies and the rays from heaven shining down like a spotlight. One tall monkey demon versus someone of the church who isn't certain on their identity and wielding godly powers isn't going to provide too much in the entertainment department, ultimately being a curb-stomp.

Just as he was about to make his first move, someone else shows up and Fuel stops dead in his tracks to study the woman. He stares at her with an unblinking gaze with his visible eye, slowly working his way up and down up the mother until the words she uttered got into his head. The monkey retracts the blade and whips the staff behind him as he ponders her offer. "Well that sounds like a mighty fine offer there," he said with a grin, "but ask me this: what exactly does this concern me? It seems like you are putting a lot of energy tracking me down, and you got someone who needs some discipline in controlling her powers. I mean really, there is a door!" He once again points over to the front of the brothel. "You have that, and you couldn't done some grand entrance? Sure it'll be cheesy and rather cliche, but there are those who want to live if you haven't blown a fucking hole in the wall!"

Fuel lets out a sigh and pinches his face before focusing back on the intruders. "Also, and I'm just wondering, you seem to know about my little preference towards girls with red hair. Sure it's probably not that big of a secret, but what's stopping me from fucking you right here besides some religious and holy mumbo-jumbo? Because I wouldn't mind treating myself to a good MILF right about now!" he stated this with a wide perverted grin on his face, drooling a bit as he makes a groping motion at Iduith.

[Syndos]

His arms were soon tied up in purple energy, and he felt tremendous pain, as Theresa glared at him wearing a expression that could kill a normal man. Iduith put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down, as she nearly strangled Fuel with another spell. She then let go, and crossed her arms keeping a eye on the monkey demon, unlike the wall explosion that spell hadn't been as strong but still it hurt a hell of a lot. Iduith then looked at the wall and then back at Theresa. "Well lets just say we are more a fan of getting things done quickly and as for why we need you fuel, well we believe you happen to know some of these demons" She then tossed him a folder filled with old names that he would recognize.

"They are planning something" Theresa said cutting to the point. "People have gone missing more so than usual, and some dead bodies have turned up, these demons are planning something radical, possibly another corrupt war, and believe it or not our group doesn't want to slaughther all you demons, the ones outside will regenerate in time if I wanted them dead they would be" She huffed looking to the side. She was somewhat peeved, that he thought she was hiding from her gender. She wasn't hiding from it, she just didn't like dealing with men groping her, or giving her leering looks. That kind of thing pissed her off, the only thing surpassing her anger of that was when someone threatened Iduith. She owed the woman her life, back when she reached a hundred years of age, a very long story and one for another time. The church had considered getting rid of her, but Iduith stopped them, and so she was bound to protect Iduith from now on until death.

They then waited for Fuel to respond, and then Iduith spoke up. "Well your fetish for redheads isn't surprising considering there are reports that you usually go after them, we have been investigating leads on those demons and your name came up a few times, so whats it going to be, will you help? Or do we have to enslave you?" She asked holding the collar waiting for his answer. Theresa simply looked at him, her finger cracklign with energy.

[VintageBass]

The monkey morph tries to begin his assault on the mother, but he feels his arms getting hit with pain and bringing him down to his knees. He grunts out a curse at the girl punishing him for wanting to satisfy his desires, but he calms down as he looks up at the mother to hear out what she has to say. Hearing the folder hit the ground, he reaches to look things over and listens to what they want him to do for their little organization. His fingers flip through the papers, checking through all of the data they have collected over the years and some mix emotions appear on his face. He is happy to see some of the demons dead while others are a little disappointed, even heartbroken. Some of these were demons he really enjoyed messing around with. But a lot of the others he is glad are dead, which saves him a lot of trouble dealing with in the future.

Wait, there is someone who is targeting these guys? "Hm, well it's not something I'm not entirely familiar with, nor have any real care for," he said, tossing the folder back. "Listen, I'm just someone who likes to travel about, avoid detection from law enforcement, and fuck anyone while giving them nightmares in the process. It's probably not as bad as those demons, maybe worse, but what do I know? War seems sort of common around these parts, almost like a pastime for us that doesn't involve sticking anything phallic up inside a round hole or any other sort of kinky fetish you probably frown upon." He looks towards the two girls and question about their relationship, donning a smile and seeing something rather kinky happening between the two. He would love to see what sex would be like between the two...

With his perverted mind going, Fuel gets up and reaches out for the collar, holding it in his hands and wondering about taking up the deal about being the bitch for this organization. "So, maybe I can use this on someone else," he said, spinning the collar in his finger. "If you want to use me, then I want to see just what you're up to. I'm a little doubtful about what you are up to, especially with any nuns you have around. If you can bring me your least-attractive nun that just so happens to be a redhead, I might consider this deal of yours..." He looks at them with the collar in his hands. "Still, what stops me from banging you and taking you myself, besides Little Mister Temper Storm here? Still, if these leads you have referred to me, then there must be some serious shit brewing..." He smirks and puts the collar away in a pocket in his purple coat.

[Syndos]

"That's what we have been telling you moron" Theresa said with a deadpan expression, and Iduith sighed at her obvious anger issues. Still she would be quiet and let Theresa continue talking. "Listen up retard there is a town not far from here, there was a recent attack". She pulled out a map showing the town, however she circled around Fuel. And was annoyed at his ballsy attempt at taking the collar, however what he didn't know was that there was a enchantment on the artifact and all she had to do was say one word however she needed have his final answer first though, so she left it for now. "What makes this attack stand out is the fact these demonic rituals seem to be focused on something other than fucking, and on top of that before you say something retarded, yes we checked these demons seem more interested in bloodlust, you see someone both church and demon is trying to start a war, and not just any war, but one to affect the entire world, now tell me do you want a war where you won't be able to fuck anything ever again?" Theresa said thinking that might get to him, but then again she didn't really care if it did or not.

Iduith however was becoming somewhat annoyed that they were being pressed for time. While this was going on, back in the Vatican people would be expecting word from her about Holthornes condition, and what it was up to lately. They always seemed to be against Holthorne ever since its founding, most newly found churches would always face some opposition when first formed. But Holthorne was different, namely because they were called radical by some. The founding member Alucard Holthorne believed that Demon's could be reasoned with if one had a open mind, and wasn't too keen on bloodshed. However he was considered a madman by some. And he was even famous to the Demon Underworld, visiting some brothels, banging some demons, hell he had even once had drinks with Fuel while on a mission in south brazil. Of course he was never immortal, and he was Iduith's great great great great grandfather. Long since passed.

Iduith would think of him while looking at the symbol that belonged to him, it was on her ring as she looked at it. She had only recently become leader of Holthorne facing some opposition from her family, the churches, and at first Theresa urged her not to. It had been a long uphill battle from here, and even so she knew what she wanted to do. And so far she had proven everyone wrong that ever doubted her. She looked at Theresa talking to Fuel, and she cracked a smirk. Theresa was quite protective of her, still she wouldn't let Theresa jeopardize her plans, she knew when to crack the whip, and when to be lenient.

[VintageBass]

"Well someone's just woke up on the wrong side of the bed," the demon hissed in response at the servant. "Sheesh, it's not exactly I'm going to be all happy with two girls from the church come here to recruit me in some mission to take care of some hidden war when you're trying to kill me. It makes me question who has the bigger bloodlust at the moment..." he mumbles under his breath as he lets the girl circle around him and is told flat out about what is happening lately. He listens closely to what is being said, and he does raise some eyebrows over the war that is brought up. He does wonder what is going on and how come he isn't affected by this madness, or heard about this madness. And the fact that there could be no suitable mates to play with him? "Well I don't know about not fucking, I can go for a while without having any sort of banging action," he said. "But if this affects more than us demons, then it's probably better that we get our asses out of here and see what we can do to stop this."

Fuel claps his hands together and rubs them eagerly, a smile on his face as he tries to keep the girl from breathing down his shoulder and makes his move towards the mother. He gives her a good lookdown and hums as he takes his pants and gets them back on, seeing that he has been naked from the waist down since his fuck. "Say, didn't you have a very great grandfather of some sorts?" he asked. "You have some familiar things about him, something that I quite enjoy but at the same time..." he shakes his head. "Nah, I rather not talk about it." He wraps an arm around the mother and smiles. "So my dear, listen. Believe me that I'm very hesistant on joining your little organization, partly because I don't exactly buy your offers. But seeing that there could be a war that can kill all of us, then that might raise some concerns and it seems your only option to stop this just so happens to be this lunatic wearing a mask and carrying a freaking retractable scythe on this back!" He lets out one good howling laugh before looking back at the mother.

"But there's something that I can trust you about. Her," and he throws a stink eye over at the servant, "not so much. I'll be willing to help you, if you keep her off my leash and you keep to your words. You know about what I'm capable of, and it's possible that in a snap, your deepest secrets will rush on out and haunt you while the worlds burn around you." And he claps his hands with a cheeky grin, losing all traces of his more darker side. "So where do I sign?"

[Syndos]

Theresa smirked as he said the words of acceptance, then the collar appeared around his throat all of a sudden. "Yeah sorry about that however knowing you, you would most likely do some things, besides its more of a safety measure" Iduith chuckled taking his arm off of her. "Now then go with our people in the white van, go to the village investigate, and report back to us when its done" She said with a smile and walked away leaving him and Theresa alone for a few moments.
"You know demon, you really are a cocky piece of shit" Theresa shrugged taking a out a cigarette and lighting it. "Always thinking your invincible, always thinking you can manipulate anyone, thinking only about the perverse, so gullible and easy to trick" She said. The collar had been a ancient relic based off the most simple of things, when

Fuel had grabbed it he had partially binded himself to it. Then when he had said the words of acceptance, which could be vague he had completely bound himself to the collar and now he was enslaved to the holthorne group. "Well Monkey you have orders go to that village find out what is going on" Before she left she turned around with a smirk "Also if you do anything to betray Iduith, Holthorne, or me I will order that you will never be able to fuck another person, and you could try to resist, but the last guy more powerful than you, well lets just say when he did it, they are still cleaning the mess to this day" She then waved goodbye to him as she left the brothel, through the door this time.

Then the guardswomen came in and motioned him to follow them, once they got in the vehicle. They drove for a while in silence, then after three hours had passed they were near the town. They got out of the car, and handed him further orders. The orders stated that he was to go it alone, seek out answers and so on. And he was to return to Holthorne Church after he finished his mission. Even from here after he finished reading the report he could smell the potent corrupted semen in the air, even though he was miles away from the town. Something big was going on there and it was obvious based on some screams.

[VintageBass]

The monkey demon feels the collar leaving his pocket and jumping right onto his neck, automatically getting a hand up to tug away at the magical device. He is a little baffled by how the collar got up around his neck when he was planning on saving it for later, hoping for some other restraints added to his body like bracers that could link together and hogtie him, but he really shouldn't question that. "Guh, really I could've used it on another bitch, but if anything it'll be this brat," he snarled, glaring at the servant before getting a more confident smile on his face. "At least I do have a cock, though shit is something I don't want to mess with. It's surprising that you're getting your hands dirty messing with me, but who knows? I can't really disrespect someone who is the granddaughter to someone I had some friendship way back when, but..." he shrugs. He does doubt that he is invincible, and he does like to have a good time, but he feels like there's something big going on right now that he needs to set aside for the time being.

Still, here he is getting threaten by someone that's lower than the mother in question. He might not have any idea what is going on with this stuff, but if they are going out of their way to get him to investigate demonic activity, then he might as well go along with this. He really enjoys living and if this girl is true to her word... then maybe she can get back at her in the afterlife by haunting her. But that'll be for later as he joins up with the guardswomen, smiling happily as they approach him, and he joins them up before getting into the van and being driven to wherever he is being taken to. While he is waiting, he takes the moment to beat himself off, admiring the beauty of the guardswomen, before heading on out and getting instructions on what to do.

He looks things over before his nose picks up a rather awful smell and cringing from the stench. "Ugh, and I thought a month's worth of incubi cum stored in a jar is bad," he muttered, zipping his crotch up and getting his scythe ready as he runs towards the village. "They could have put me closer, but no, they had to drop me out here." He looks around for some trees, hoping to jump up and leap across to get closer to the village, along with getting up high to check things out. "Well, at least I'm sorta glad I missed this, this doesn't quite feel right..."

[Syndos]

It would take a good two hours to get to the small town in question, and the sight was not pleasant. While the demons in the black bazaar were somewhat pleasant, and on occasion could be reasoned with, the damage done to this village was of the different sort. There were several era's in demonic history, and in total seven there was, each named for sins. They became known as the seven golden era's due to each having great leaders, however the last era which soon gave way to the era of light was considered the true golden age, The Era of Desire. Nuff said about that one, however it was no surprise that considering that several demons were immortal, that it would be obvious that there would be some left over from the old eras. These old era demons were usually very powerful, and could be feared beyond all belief.

There was no doubt that Fuel was no pushover otherwise Holthorne wouldn't have bothered to recruit him. Still as he wondered the streets looking around seeing blood and semen on the ground. It would occur to him as he caught the wiff, examining it, that this was no doubt the work of some minion's to a demon from The Era of Wrath. The Era of Wrath had been a dark age where demons were violent, and focused more on blood shed and slaughter. It was one of the three era's that have made non-corrupt beings have negative views on demons. Still the question would elude him as to what type of demon this was.

However before any of those thoughts could be completed, there was some howling in the city. Some screams would soon follow, along with some gunshots, what was going on?

[VintageBass]

Finally getting to the town after some hours of swinging around, Fuel gets into the town and is shivering in disgust at what he is seeing. Seeing the damage done to the little place is reminding him of what demons and other corrupted beings feel during the early days of the blood moon, before the whole Wrath Era happen. Periods of sporadic bouts of rage and anger, lashing out whatever gets in their way, along with the days when it comes into one large blood orgy with demons fucking anything that moves... it's a miracle that he managed to survive that period. The monkey morph kept his feet away from the semen and blood, not wanting to get himself dirty with this corrupted stuff, while he tries to figure out what he is dealing with.

Hearing the gunshots and the screams, it seems like there is someone trying to defend themselves against the demons roaming around in this place. Fuel picks himself up, grips onto his scythe and sprints towards where the noise is coming from. If he's trying to get a survivor out of this, along with taking care of the demons who did this mess, then he's got to move quick before he fails to get his first mission done.

[Syndos]

Fuel would continue to run along the streets for a while seeing body after body, some demon and some human. Meaning the demons had killed some humans, and some of the humans had managed to retaliate no doubt a most gruesome sight. The Era of Wrath had been beyond brutal, and the demons that survived it were classified as one of the most powerful types due to their sheer destructive power that they were capable of. However just in case this history is staring bore you all, lets go ahead and get back to the main storyline shall we. Where were we, were we doing to the bit where fuel got pregnant, oh wait sorry back to the main campaign.

As Fuel finally arrived he saw a police officer cornered by several red hounds, they were crimson red, and were humanoid. Their jaws were seeping with blood as they growled at the woman, she was a pretty a little thing. Short Cut fiery red hair, her eyes a sparkling emerald green, and her body was modest to say the least. She shook with some fear, but to her credit she didn't back down, and shot any of the demons that got too close. Then they all attacked her, what was Fuel going to do?

[VintageBass]

During his run, the demon notices all of the dead body lying about, seeing that the sides have been rather even. It's impressive that these humans can hold their own against demons coming from an age of brutality and having some of the strongest demons, but they are still fragile creatures trying to hold their own against themselves along with other things that God, Nature and everything wants them dead. He isn't one of them, strangely, but the urge to reek havoc on these people does drive him to keep him in the ranks amongst his demons. Plus he does wonder just what is going on in his head, hearing these strange blurbs and hearing something about him pregnant... sure there was that one moment where too much succubus milk got him to be a girl, but that's something he doesn't want to focus on.

Instead, there is a matter of demon dogs hunting down a poor police officer girl and their need to feast. Seeing the carnage behind him and having to do this mission, he can't let this woman die by the hands of demons, but there is the matter of her being part of the police and he has his history with them. Then again, this woman fits his criteria of a girl he wants to bang and she does look rather fetching in that uniform. He could probably use that for some kinky fun once he rescues her. Feeling the boner rubbing against his crotch, Fuel pulls out his demon dick and swings it around, whistling to the dogs. "Yo, Fido! I got a nice bone with your name on it!" he cries out with a smile on his face, scythe ready to swing away at whoever falls for the bait.

[Syndos]

The dogs snarl, however some are able to sense that fuel is more than some common demon, so while three of them ended up trying to pin the girl down, only being held back as she lit a wall of fire repelling them back. So then while they growled and snarled at her, the other two circled fuel, waiting for the moment to strike, this would take a while for it to happen. Eventually it did, and one charged at Fuel blindly, while the other one would hang back, buffing up immensely growing twice its size.

Meanwhile the red head girl tried to shoot some of the hounds she took one down, and the other two circled until one leaped into another building she tried to shoot it while the other growled at her. Eventually the hound leaped in the circle, and she threw a grenade at it. There was a explosion that she did survive, however unfortunately for her, the other one had survived, and it ripped her clothing to shreds. It then pinned her down, and soon it would pretty much rape her.

[VintageBass]

Well this isn't exactly what he was hoping for, but at least he got some of them away from the girl. Less she had to deal with, the more easier it is. With one of them charging right at him in a blind rage, the demon takes his scythe and swings it, slashing on through it with relative ease. He kept his momentum going by bringing the scythe back around and cutting through the dog holding back. He is not going to wait around for the creature to make its move, even if it was planning something big. He has to play hero here and if this means slicing up demon dogs into kibble, then he's going to do what he can to get this woman away from them.

Although that seems to be a problem now that she is pinned under another dog after dealing with the others. He does admire that she can hold her own, but with one on top of is going to cause issues if it decides to feast on her. Fuel makes his way up to the dog and grip onto the back of its neck, forcing it away from the human and holding it above him. With a smile on his face, Fuel chucks the demon away and prepares to take it down. "Sorry boy, you've been a bad dog," he said, grinning widely as he raises his scythe up. "It's time to put you down..." With that, one fell swoop brought his scythe into the dog to cut it up and destroying any vital organs to keep it alive.

[Syndos]

The Demons snarled at him, although he had managed to cut them down, the only way to actually kill them would be decapitation. All he had done now was royally piss them off, evidenced by the bulging of their muscles as they grew more humanoid. And they seemed to be steaming, it would now be much more harder to attack them, however the police girl got up covering her exposed chest looking up at Fuel confused why a demon was helping her out, when all night long these other demons had been ravaging the village. So while she was pondering that though in mind, the demon dogs charged at you, one hanging back picking up a car and tossed it at Fuel.

Meanwhile somewhere else in the town at a clocktower, the one in charge a rather large man in a leather jacket was busy fucking the nun of this town, she had a modest figure, cut short brown hair. His massive dig kept hitting her deep in her womb, and all she could do was moan, and ride along the giant dick. While he was doing this some hounds came up to him barking in a language only he could hear. He kept fucking the nun regardless but he chuckled "So Fuel is here how intersting its been a while since I last fucked him" He chuckled while still raping the nun.

[VintageBass]

Strange, he thought he went for the heads of these demons. Nevertheless, he doesn't mind making some chunky salsa out of his opponents and he certainly does enjoy some real spice to his dip. Of course there comes the matter of dealing with bulking demonic dogs showing more human characteristics, and he lowers his guard for a moment. "Well this is going to be a pain in the ass," he muttered to himself before hearing the police girl behind him getting up. He notices her covering up and his exposed eyebrow rises up. "Uh, I don't think now is a good time to worry about modesty," he said to her, hearing one demon running up to him and he plants a foot on the demon before taking his scythe and removing its head.

Next comes the car heading their way and Fuel grabs the woman to dive out of the way, curse and see the demon that threw it. "OK, I was right about this being a pain," he spat out, pushing the scythe blade away to then break his staff and create two sickles for him to use. Seeing the girl he rescued on the ground, he notices the weapons on her being, which got him thinking. "Hey, mind slowing that thing down while I go for its head? Kinda important seeing that's apparently the only way to kill demons." Once set, he charges towards the demon with the intent to cut his head off and claim victory.

[Syndos]

The cop looked at Fuel surprised at him, however she did take into account that yes it probably wouldn't make sense to cover herself up in this situation. She then began shooting at the demon, who was the only one left, but this only served to piss it off, evident as it grabbed another car. Except it planned to use this as a melee weapon, and so it charged at Fuel, while ignoring the bullets to its knee. Still this would have the effect to make its speed reduced as it charged at Fuel.

Meanwhile across town the demon, was walking to their location, whistling a tune as he lived old memories of his. It had been a while since he had last seen Fuel, last time he had Fuel screaming his name, of course that had been when Fuel was young and impressionable, and weak. He had heard that fuel had gotten somewhat stronger. He chuckled at that thought he would see soon enough, besides his boss would not want Fuel running around fucking up their plans.

[VintageBass]

Hearing the gunshots right behind him, Fuel got out of the way to allow the bullets hit the demon, who is now picking up another car to take a swing at him. Shooting a look of surprise, the monkey morph take a few steps back to prevent himself from getting hit with the vehicle, while adjusting the blade on his sickles to get a better angle at slicing up the demon and the car. Once he got the distance that he needed, Fuel leaps up onto the car and proceeds to slice the thing down before getting his way to the demon, cutting up what he can just to annoy it further before leaping off. He heads over the cop and starts thinking up a plan about what to do with her, seeing that she is only going to get in the way between one angry demon and his swinging scythes. Not thinking much of the demon behind him, Fuel picks the girl up and takes her over to some cover, plopping her down before heading back into the battle. "Stay there, shoot the demon and keep out of sight of anything else!" he barked to her as he snaps his tool back together to form the scythe.