Chemical Romance [Date Night Pt.2]

Nadia huffed out a laugh, yea she didn't appreciate the fact that another girl was sharing his headspace, but she'd get her kicks out of Malik talking to air for the time being.

"It's almost like a threesome," she winks cheekily.

Malik shot her a grin, "All the noise with none of the fun... Wow, sounds like hell."
I would enjoy it! I wonder if I feel anything you do...
"Oookay! Here we go, to the magical demon book. Gonna get you out of my head!"
He started flipping through the pages, but found nothing.
Well... Looks like I'm stuck here.
He held two fingers on the bridge of his nose.

While sitting there thinking, his snapped his fingers.
"What if I went to hell? Again."

Nadia crossed her arms, that.... sounded like a terrible plan. She furrowed her brows, cursing the fact she didn't retain keep that sorcery book.

"Is that, safe? Well nah, of course it ain't safe, but it certainly can't be a good thing." She shook her head.

Of all the things Dire could've decided to do in this situation, he decided to quote an Eminem song.
"I'm waitin' for hell, like hell, shit I'm anxious as hell."
Wow, can't wait to be out of your body. That was awful.
"I mean, no it's not safe... But as hot as it may be now, I don't fancy having a woman in my head forever. Especially this woman of all people."
He wrapped an arm around Nadia, "Well, I guess I'll be able to see you if I come back."
He kissed her on the cheek and sat down to to read how to go to hell.

"First of all, that was terrible, I loved it," she commented, chuckling when she heard the lyrics. "Secondly, how can havin' her be there be hot on any level, it'd drive me insane."

A small smile stretched across her face at the kiss. Nadia leaned forward to peer over his shoulder at the book, "Ain't every day you get to look for ways to send people to hell, let's maybe not make this a normal thing, 'kay hon?"

Malik sighed, "Honestly, I thought you found it sexy."
He looked up at her and pecked her on the lips.
"Well, now I've gotta go kill myself in a pentagram... Ummm... Do whatever you'd like to keep yourself occupied... And if I don't come back within 30 minutes, do the kinkiest things you can to my body."
He went into the bathroom and shut the door.

Nadia shrugged, if it were anyone but the woman who'd nearly broken her ankle it probably would've been.

Nadia let out a loud laugh, "Have fun dyin'! If you ain't back in thirty don't be shocked by handcuffs 'n whipped cream, ya hear?" She cast a gaze around the room, might as well watch the other movies. It'd keep her mind off of him dying in the other room.

Malik got a magic marker and drew up his own personalized pentagram on the flooring of the bathroom, after that he did the chant with a sarcastic tone and added a little: "Fuck you, Errtu." at the end of it.
He cut his wrists open and let them... Ya know let them do their thing.
Then he waited.

After completely dying, he woke up in Errtu's throneroom.
"Again?"
He looked over to see ice witch still kickin'.

Meanwhile, the tv in the house cut out and showed them on the screen. Like it was reality tv.

On one hand, she was upset that it cut off right as she was putting in the disk, on the other she always wanted to see what hell looked like.

Kinda snazzy, definitely too hot for her taste.

Nadia scooted into the couch cushions, sitting cross legged. She almost wished for popcorn.

Errtu laughed evilly on his throne, staying out of the frame.
"Welcome back, my son!"
He boomed.
"Son?"
"Look, just send me back. I don't have time for this Colosseum bullshit today. "
"Oh, but you do! You have an audience! Say hello!"
Dire just stuck a middle finger up into the air.
At that, they were teleported into the Colosseum.
Ice witch was given her ice staff, that somehow stayed cold.
A group of imps came out of the doors.
Then a giant one came out.
"Alright, let's just get this over with."
" It's about to be a cold day in hell!"

It took them probably about 15 minutes to fight them.
"Normally this is a 45 minute programming, but okay... We can cut it short to 40..."
"45 minutes? Wow, that's how you know it's hell."
"Farewell, Dire. Your time approaches soon. You will know sorrow on that day."
As Errtu teleported him away he crossed his fingers and began chanting, "Whipped cream and handcuffs, whipped cream and handcuffs..."

Hell was not what everyone would assume it would look like.

It wasn't ghoulish or covered in lava, or dank dungeons housed with slaves.

No. It was actually quite... odd. It was alike to a castle that Dire was placed into, and all he could really see was a singular throne with a masculine demon sitting upon it.

This demon, however, was not king nor Satan himself. He was a stand in of sorts, and knew that Dire would be on his way soon. You see, Errtu was a demon that enjoyed playing games and making light of dire situations.

However, all that knew Hell knew who ruled... and that particular woman was someone you did not mess with.

As Errtu made his greeting, grinning maliciously as Dire gave him a bit of sass, it was only fitting to go directly against what the boy wanted: send him straight to the Colosseum.

A flick of his wrist later and the two of them were standing in the middle of a large arena with stands roaring, stocked with a huge crowd. Errtu made it so that the television left in Dire's apartment showed what was happening down here to the woman left up there.

A happy fit of laughter exploded from Errtu, and then he vanished, leaving Dire alone in the arena with his opponent.

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Time would pass, and the fighting would be halted with a sudden rift tearing in the middle of the arena.

"Oh... shite." snapping, Errtu would vanish, leaving the arena. As he did, people would begin to teleport away as well. Dire would have been one of them.

However, from the rift in the arena came a woman with two massive horns, dark gray skin, and purple runes littering her body. As she rose from the scar on the ground, she would take Dire by the throat, holding him in place.

Errtu, on the other hand, would stay in the shadows, watching in glee, and fear, as this display was still being fed to the television back in the room with Nadia.

"You... are brave enough to come down here, to fight, and to let this fool push you around?" she asked, her grip firm, but leaving Dire room to speak if he wished.

The Queen of Hell had interrupted the party, and Dire's greatest desire.

. o O ( I had to cut in; you can't just talk about Hell and not know who runs it. (: )

((OOC: Oh snap! This just got interesting!))
Dire's eyes went wide as a... Hole in reality?
He didn't really know what it was, but he knew he wanted one.
A woman appeared and Dire began slow clapping.
"Bravo! Stunning performance! Ten out of ten for the entrance, would watch again! To whom does the Grammy go to, may I ask?"

He looked around for Errtu, looking to ask if this were his real enemy.
Yet, Errtu was nowhere to be found.
How did he lose a big ass demon?
His eyes went wide again, "O-M-G! You're Errtu's wife! That's it, right?"

The few imps that were still alive bowed to the woman, more out of fear it seemed.
He heard Errtu talking out of... He wasn't sure where.
"Madaam... Is this not the portion of hell you've graciously allowed me to control? Have I overstepped my bounds?"
Dire started laughing, "Holy crap, dude! She's got you bent over!"

He could tell quite clearly this was the overall ruler of hell.
"Soooo... Lemme guess... I'm only seeing a part of hell? There's more than just this..."

He realized the demon woman would probably not even be paying attention to his banter at this point, yet he continued.
"Well, I guess it's better than standing around in lava all day."

So this was entertaining, a lot more so than she'd first anticipated. Nadia leaned forward on the couch, eyes alight with curiosity. Plot twist! This was getting good.

Not that it wasn't already, but now it's great

A fleeting thought crossed her mind that it had been thirty minutes but she was too absorbed to be bothered.

Dire looked up at the Queen of Hell with a dumbfounded look.
He always thought this day would come, but he thought he'd have to tear across half of hell just to get to Errtu.
Every bit of him was telling him to have her kill Errtu altogether.
Yet, the part he always listens to almost sympathizes for him.
He was a huge demon and he was STILL quivering at the sight of the Queen.
He first smiled and did a sarcastic bow.
"First off, I guess I never paid homage to the Queen of Hell... Presuming that's what you are."

He then stood and grinned evilly.
"My wish? I want to fight Errtu. No running away and picking 'undefeated champions', just me..." He pointed to himself. "And you." He pointed to Errtu with his middle finger.

"If I win, all the souls I pointlessly killed to his pleasure return to the world of the living and I never have to kill for him again." He paused, knowing that bringing ONE person back from the dead would be crazy. Let alone, hundreds.
"If I lose, I join Errtu's band of misfits he's gotten together to be more powerful or something."

He was referencing to Errtu's own Four Horsemen he was creating, he would take people like him and give them powers. Afterwards, they would come serve him for an eternity in Hell.
"Sounds like a lopsided trade, huh? My soul, or hundreds of souls. I would just tell Queen Bee here to kill you immediately, but that's a bitch move ya know? If I'm anything, I'm not a bitch."
He looked to the queen.
"So, your majesty..." He rolled his eyes, hating to call anyone that, "Will you grant that wish?"

Contemplating the options, Chelle would simply sit down, a throne growing from the ground to catch her as she sat. She would hum, a laugh ripping from her as she noticed his eye roll.

"Look, if it's such a burden, you can simply call me Chelle." she offered a fang filled smile, her eyes of crimson cutting to Errtu as he seemed to puff out his chest at the thought of fighting Dire one on one.

"As fun as this would be, I cannot bring back hundreds of souls. I can, however, let them lay to rest rather than stay down here to please Errtu." she would say, a claw curling to beckon Errtu closer.

He would walk toward her, a grimace of anger on his face.

"I do not think this would be a fair fight..." Errtu would gruffly say, looking down at Dire.

"Then, I suppose you should stop underestimating this boy. He's been your enslaved for, how long?"

Errtu shut up at this point, knowing full well he had made Dire do unspeakable things just to please himself.

"Well, then. Let's see how you two fare. I'll be here, but not here. Good luck, and may the crowds cheer you on." She would clap her hands together and then vanish into a shadowy cloud of purple and red mist.

The stands would fill with demons and imps, cheering on as the Queen had commanded.

Let the fight begin.



. o O ( I normally hate posting out of order, but I had to get my reply in because I believe poor Nadia is bored out of her skull. Chelle is no longer in this thread; just wanted you to have a brief meeting with her. If you want Dire to win, and the souls to lay to rest and be free of Errtu, that's your choice. If you want to lose and be stuck becoming one of his cronies, that's also on you.

However, I do not condone the Four Horsemen idea. Please scrap that. (: Otherwise, happy RPing! )