Meeting the Lord of DarknessMature

Oh no you damned well don't! So you're the one who's driving Eternal over the edge eh? Well, come and try me you bastard... I'll rip you to pieces with my bare hands if I have to!

Falcon snarls at the Devil - and he is sure he is, the look on his face just confirms it. He unsheaths his sword, planting his feet firmly beside Drake and Life:

"Come any closer and I carve you." he snarls.

The Devil looks him over, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his thin lips:

"Well well, a fighter are we? We'll see how fierce you are once we've knocked some sense into you."

"What do you want with us?" Drake snaps, his teeth growing sharper and more prominent by the moment.

The Devil looks at him, "Your little pixie over there knows. I've been looking for some new recruits and you and your friends look like fine recruits. The girl in particular, she is powerful, she will do nicely indeed."

Falcon jumps as Drake lets out an ear-splitting shriek. He's almost completely shifted form now, the dragon in him growing stronger by the moment. Falcon puts an arm on his shoulder, still glaring at the Devil, but a secret fear creeping into his heart. The lord of all darkness is standing just in front of him, and he can sense the power he wields. He wants to run, run like he's never run before, but knows he can't leave the others. The darkness swirling around this seemingly normal man is so tangible he can almost taste it....

Suddenly Falcon feels as thought his hand is on fire. He yowls in pain, dropping the sword and clutching his blazing hand. The mark is shining bright on his palm, but by the gods it hurts. The Devil's ice-fire eyes turn to him, a look of mild amusement on his face. Falcon bares his teeth and holds his hand up in the youth's face:

"Take a look at that scumbag." he snarls. "I know what you're doing to her. I can feel it. And I'm going to make you pay for it."

Drake looks at Falcon incredulously: "What are you doing? Do you have any idea what this means?!"

"Nope, and frankly I don't care." replies Falcon, picking his sword up again, in the other hand this time. His dark eyes meet the devil's,  Falcon's pure hatred meeting the icy impassive wall that seems to lurk behind the Devil's eyes. Falcon raises his hand again, brandishing it almost as another weapon.

"What do you say to that you snakey bastard?"

The End

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