"Ah, Strange? Strange?!" I called out, looking around, surprised to find myself alone. 'Fucking hell! Where is that guy?!' I gulped and looked around, the army of imps was around me now leaving dagger and pitchforks at me, "okay...this is new."
"ATTACK!" a demon cried out, the army pouncing at me.
"SHIT!" I cried out, pushing my energy out to summon forth the shield of Sharum before spreading it out to create a dome around myself, protecting me from the demons around.
"KILL HIM!" they cried out.
"BURN HIM ALIVE!"
"FLAY HIM!"
The hits kept coming, but my will held, they couldn't break the shield if I remained strong.
"Someone call the lord! We have captured the sorcerer supreme!" an imp standing taller than all the rest cried out as the army kept me pinned down with their attacks, their forked tongue practically salivating in excitement.
"I'm not the sorcerer supreme!" I focused my energy and pushed it outwards as a blast of energy, sending the shield outwards like a shockwave, knocking down the first three rows of enemies before me.
"Kill!" an imp with a dagger launched itself at me. I ducked under it's swipe and before it could get back to it's feet I kicked it's ribs, sending him flying away.
I turned, three demons came at me. I pushed one away, one sliced at my bicep, the other cut my cheek. By the time I managed to throw them off five more had joined in.
Soon their sheer numbers began to overwhelm me, I couldn't take the sheer overwhelming amount. I was being dog piled, pushed down over dozens of imps. I growled, I felt myself became angry, I was cornered, I was going to die if I didn't do anything and I...I refuse to die.
SKIT!
I let go of myself, I knew if I held back I could die. They could cleve my head from my body, and I didn't think I could survive that.
"GRAAA!" I growled as I pushed onto my feet, the pile of imps on top of me were pushed off through sheer force alone. My bluish grey claws glowing brightly in the fires of this hellish realm I found myself in.
I charged over the downed army of imps, charging straight ahead like a bullet through a particularly thin faction of imps. I swiped my claws like a mad man, slicing through their lowered weapons and finger, cleaving a path through them, the claws tearing through flesh, the tiny amount of resistance their flesh gave made it all he most satisfactory when I cleaved it apart.
I broke through their encirclement and turned around, the imps walking over their injured comrades, not caring about them, only about me. They charged, and I grew ready to run. But then, I saw a giant shadow loom over me, making the imps stop immediately.
I slowly turned around, and staring down at me was a being standing at 10 feet tall with blood red skin, a skin tapering frame with a jackal like face, pupil less eyes and a evil smile with a widow's peak. He wore nothing but a red cloak and loincloth, his nails long and sharp like claws. I knew who he was...I didn't even have to guess.
He smiled looking down at me, "now...why are you here?" He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, I knew nothing more. The last thing that went through my mind was, 'why the hell does Marvel's version of the devil, an omnipotent being, chose to wear only a loin cloth?'
Some time later:
My eyes blinked as I found myself waking up. Only to feel my entire sense of gravity reversed. I opened my eyes fully, finding myself hanging upside down from the ceiling, wrapped around chains, tied to a topless ceiling.
I felt heat slowly wash over me, my head felt boiling hot, I looked directly below me and found that I was dangling over a vat of molten lava kept inside a swimming pool sized cauldron with runes along the side. I recognized a few, and the ones I didn't I memorized for later reference.
I then looked around, I found myself in a royal chamber of sort, with a throne before me and a hearth right before it with feasting tables on either side of the hearth. And sitting in on the throne was Mephisto, the ruler of hell...or at least this version of it.
He had on leg over the leg rest of his throne and a elbow on the other, holding his head on his hand, looking bored. And tied to a chain attached to the throne was a man dressed in black and green torn rags, his hair white and his face covered in wrinkles. He looked old and in pain, his body covered in cuts and bruises.
I recognized him, Baron Mordo, once a great threat to the world in his own right, now an old man that looked broken, his eyes were skittish, looking between Mephisto and myself, curling into a ball, pulling his knees to his chest.
"What do you think of our guest my pet?" Mephisto asked in a singing tone.
"He's nothing important," Mordo replied, his voice soft, but behind his tone was a steel, an iron will that Mephisto has yet to break.
He smirked, "and that's why I believe just the opposite," turned to me, his eyes immediately meeting mine, "ah, so you are awake. That's nice. I thought we would have to wait a few more hours before you came too."
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