Chemical Romance [Date Night Pt.2]

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! )

This- was a tremendously bad idea.

Oh yea, let's just casually challenge the demon that's had you enslaved for God-knows-how-long. What's the worst that could happen? You're eternally bound? Pfft, that's not too bad.

Except it is.

She hadn't quite expected the queen of hell to be this generous, nor had she expected her to grant Dire any wish, if she was being perfectly honest. But this fight? She hated to say, but it was a little expected.

Nadia narrowed her eyes in anticipation, a frown marring her features. This could either end up terrific or terribly wrong. Either way, she mumbled in a solemn tone, "Let the games, begin."

(OOC: Bye Chell!)

Dire squinted when he heard the woman's name.
"Haven't I heard that name before?"
Then just like that, she was gone.
"Okay, bye then."

He looked to Errtu.
"Damn, I was just gonna ask her about being the prince of Hell. After I kicked your ass, that is."

"You speak now, but you'll be dead soon."

Dire grinned, "Quick and to the point, eh? Well then, lemme just give you a nice taste of the fire you gave me." He ran forward, swords ready. His idea was to bluff a lunge and slide under Errtu. After he did so, Errtu kicked him in the back, sending him across the arena.
"You don't think I've been watching you? I know just what you're going to do before you even know!"

Suddenly Dire realized he fucked up, and he was going to be a part of Errtu's court strike team if he didn't think of something fast.

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Meanwhile at Dire's apartment, his demon book began screaming as if terrified. The face on the front crying tears of blood. The pages were still open to the spell he used to get him to hell in the first place.
If Nadia were to look in the shower, the wall would have something strange written on the wall in blood.
It reads: "I figure I'll never get to ask you this so... Will you marry me?"
When Dire wrote it, he was thinking of how much longer he thought he had. He knew they weren't even dating, but he was about to be locked in eternal damnation.
After writing it though, he thought it might have been weird to ask.
Yet, he couldn't smear it off before dying.
So it stayed. He'd have some explaining to do he assumed.

She held her breath watching him get thrown across the arena. Hr face twisted in worry and she twiddled with the ends of her sweater. Not that she was a pessimist or anything, but this wasn't looking good-

Nadia winced at the ear piercing scream, her head swiveling around to place the sound. "The hell?" Cupping her hands over her ears, she looked in the direction from which it came, regretfully tearing her eyes off the screen. With a huff, she lifted herself up and off the couch and slipped into the bathroom.

She growled at the offending book, the screams echoed even worse off the tiles. Nadia glanced curiously at the page it was open to, her eyes widening in realization. Wish a frustrated huff she looked back through the doorway and could still hear the sounds of fighting.

He wasn't going to last by himself, was he?

With a determined gleam in her eye she turned back to the book, examining the ritual, "Hold on just a bit longer..."

He would not die today if she had any hand in it.

Dire stood to his feet, determined.
"You think you're ACTUALLY going to win? I'm gonna be prince! I'm calling it!" He hoped Chelle didn't hear him boasting that, and if she did that she knew it was a bluff.
"Enough!" Errtu went to rake Dire with his claws, but he dodged.

"Enough of what? Losing?" He swiped quickly at Errtu's hand, chopping the middle one off.

"AAARGH!!!" Errtu then punted him across the arena again, this time picking him up as well.
"You puny imbecile of a human..."

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Back in the bathroom, the book stopped screaming and began talking with a scratchy voice.
"Who... Are... You?"
Without waiting for a response, he continued.
"I... Am... The... Incarnation... Of... Mental... And... Emotional... Pain..."
"Open... The... Shower... The... Instuctions... Are... Inside..."
Which was true. Everything she would need was in there. His message was too.
It would be very... Embarrassing when Nadia would show up.

She did not jump when the book started  talking, of course not. Why would you think that? She totally wasn't startled.

Ok, maybe a bit, but that's not the point right now.

Squinting suspiciously at the book, she closed it gently, not wanting to hear its voice again. Then, heeding its advice, turned her head towards the shower. With mild hesitation she pulled back the shower curtain.

It's a relatively normal ritual, is the first thing she thinks. Nadia could pull it off in her sleep. The second thing she notes, is not as easy or simple.

After all, it's not everyday you see a marriage proposal in blood written on a shower wall, right? Right. She couldn't tell whether to be angry, happy or incredibly sad. Currently though she was feeling a bit of all three.

She hit her head against the wall hoping today had been some sort of dream/drug induced trip and that maybe a good hit would wake her up.

Evidently not, so fueled mostly by determination and anger, she started the ritual.

Dire began wriggling in Errtu's hand with a determination that could have been ripped out of the fires of hell itself, as Errtu was still talking.
"I am really sorry it has to end this way, I wanted you to become a part of my team immediately..." He began squeezing harder, making blood come out of Dire's mouth.
"Alas, we'll have to wait a few more years. Farewell, Dire, I am looking forward to having you on my team..."

Just as Dire was fading, he saw a flash.
Then he saw Nadia.
Shit... He thought.
Suddenly, he had another adrenaline rush.
This rush only kept him alive, but it was enough for now.

Her first thought upon reaching hell, was that wearing this sweater today was a mistake.

Thankfully, it didn't seem that demon had noticed her yet, so she took a few seconds and analyzed. She'd have to be careful not to hit Dire in the process, but as she saw what a bad shape he was in, she figured it was a risk she'd have to take.

With a steady hand she carved a kenaz and launched it. One ball of fire aimed for the head, another at the hand, and one at the ankles.

Dire saw the fireballs coming as soon as they were thrown, but Errtu did not.
"Argh!!!!" He yelled, dropping Dire.
He turned to Nadia.
"Ah, couldn't just sit back... A pity you have to die too. I must say... Dire too-!"

He was interrupted by Dire sliding on his knees and cutting the back of his Errtu's knees.
Dire then stabbed one moonblade into his stomach, used it to jump up to his throat to slice it open, then he stabbed the other one into his shoulder.
He covered his throat with one hand, covering the steady waterfall of golden blood.
The other was used to try and squish Dire like a bug.
Dire was quicker, though, because he pulled the sword out of Errtu's shoulder and held the blade part into the air.
Errtu smacked down hard on it, knocking him off yet still hurting himself.
When Dire hit the ground, he jumped up quickly and rushed towards Errtu.
Errtu swiped with his free hand, but Dire cut two more fi her off of it.
Dire stabbed his other katana into Errtu's abdomen as well and pushed then outwards, cutting it open.
Errtu fell to his back, evidently defeated.
Dire sheathed one katana and pushed the blade at his heart with the other.
"You fool, do you grasp how long it takes to come back from the dead in Hell?" He coughed.

"I don't know and don't care, Errtu. I hope a really long time. Like, longer than I live type deal."

"When I return, you will die. In the way you despise. Then you will serve me for eternity." He growled.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll see. Sleep well, Errtu. See ya when you come back." He plunged the sword deep into Errtu's heart, killing him.
With a bellow of pain and fear, Errtu disentigrated into ash under him.
Dire made it three steps before dropping his swords and falling to his knees.
He always felt this day would be happy for him, like that hole of anger, sadness, and fear would disappear. Yet, it only seemed to open it up wider.
One single tear of blood rolled down his face as they slowly faded back to his apartment, Dire still on his knees.

Nadia watched the fight from the sideline, she wouldn't interfere, not that she even had to really. This was something Dire had to do alone.

But she'd b there to pick up the pieces.

She said nothing, she's been in his place before and words don't do much for you. Revenge is never filling. Gingerly, she sat next to him and grabbed his hand.

Dire looked at Nadia and smiled.
He was glad he had her with him for this moment.
He didn't think he could work his way through it without her.
He still joked around, even though she knew he was hurting.
"I'm almost disappointed. You got me all hyped for handcuffs and whipped cream." He grinned.

Nadia huffed and shoved at his shoulder, playfully. "Yea, well maybe ya would've gotten it if I didn't have to step in 'an save you." She stood up from the bathroom floor, letting out a sigh, she felt the after affects of the magic starting to kick in.

"Come on," she gestured with her head. "Lets go sit on the couch, the smell o' blood ain't too great, I reckon."

Dire suddenly realized he was in the bathroom.
The shower curtain was open.
She hadn't said anything yet, so he assumed she overlooked it.
He did kick it closed for good measure, just in case.
"Yeah. My blood too. Of all things."

When they made it to the couch he closed his eyes, hiding the red irises.
"It's great to have her out of my head..."

She plopped next to him on the couch, her head going to rest on his shoulder. "Threesome's back to two." She rubs her temples and casts a glance around the room.

"Ya know," she starts. "We're gonna have to talk about what you wrote on that wall." She crossed her arms. Her tone of voice didn't particularly give anything away, and she couldn't find it in her to be angry at this point.

He chuckled.
"Yeah... Well, I thought I wasn't gonna live through that. So I needed to tell you what I wanted to happen."
He paused.
"I mean... Now I want whipped cream and handcuffs."
He said, nudging her playfully.

She snorted at his attempt to brush it off, but she'd let it slide. It wasn't something that she particularly wanted to push at right now. "Is kinky sex the only thing you've got on your mind right now?" She raised a brow playfully and nudged him back.

Well, not that she'd mind, let's be honest.