Act One: Sao Paolo, Brazil

Fernando Castillo stood on a hill with no mask on. The church behind him was one of the few safer areas left in Sao Paulo. He looked down at the flaming city, and grimaced. People were dying down there. He needed to be down there, he needed to be fighting the demons. If his masters were unpleased with this action; then he would lose his advantage. No, this battle required his assistance, and he was certain his patrons would not appreciate their ancestral home being destroyed.

Sighing and bracing for the sudden growth; Fernando put on his mask and began glowing pinkish white. His muscles swelled over his entire body, and his previously plain clothes turned into a wrestlers leotard. The leather striped mask turned into a mask that looked like a tigers face, his shoes became a pair of boots, and his hands were covered by a pair of orangish and black boots. He reared his head back and howled like a panther.

Tensing his legs; Gato jumped through the air and landed inside the city limits. He laughed heartily and threw the first punch at the nearest demon. "I AM GATO MONTEZ! I AM THE CLAW OF TEZCATLIPOCA! AND YOU WILL NOT WIN THIS DAY!!

Then Gato paused, ”Wait, what is it you want again?” Subtitles appeared in front of his chest, stating exactly what he just said and; as a demon ran up to him; he smacked it away with the subtitles.

There was nothing quite like the love of a good man and Ryan, the man whom was currently nestled in his chest, was definitely a good man. He was everything Kubi was not; polite, kind, patient, possessed with an innate goodness that shines forth through every pore. God, Kubi never thought he could feel this for another man - honestly, women were more his speed - but he’s been proven wrong lot’s of times before. And how the times had changed; he met Ryan, that one day on the beaches of Las Angeles, and he was young, and inexperienced, still shy about his body and his experiences. He was more liable to blush with an outward flirt than retort. And now … well they were together, in every sense of the word.

It all started with a vacation idea. He couldn’t remember who broached the idea, but they were both stressed; his search for his wife was going nowhere, and if he wasn’t careful it was going to send him into the comfort of the bottle (and no liquor store could possibly sustain him for long), and Ryan, well … he was a god-damned hero. Full on saving people and shit, he fought crime as Poseidon! That was stressful, put his struggle to shame really. So a vacation was the best thing, and for the most part it was amazing. Fun in the sun, fun in the dark, fun in a club- pretty much, fun everywhere. San Paulo may one hot bastard of a city, but had one hell of a nightlife and had some really good fucking whiskey. They were in a hotel, of course, why not, in only the best five star hotel the city had to offer. The god damn toilet seat was gilded, no shit (not really, but you get the point.)

And now, the moon hung high in the sky but they weren’t out partying, at least not with others. Tonight, Ryan was his and he didn’t have to share. His fingers trailed across a curious mark on his chest, the result of exploring his body a little too vigorously. So things got a little hand out of hand, oopsy. Ryan liked it, he was passed out now. He took great care not to disturb him as he slipped out of bed. His bare feet padded on the floor as he slipped to the bay window. The curtains drew back, exposing the beatific landscape of the city, the soft snores of his boyfriend filled the air, and the night sky painted the world with a wondrous and mysterious aura. And for a second, just a second, everything was wrong with the world.

And it was right then, of course, that everything turned to shit.

Several things happened at once; the city shook in it’s foundations, a thousand different creatures poured from holes in the sky, and a creature with the head of a shark, wings of a vulture, and legs of a lion burst through the bay window. Now, it took by surprise, it really did, and the thing was massive, bigger than Kubi even was, but it really didn’t know what it was putting into it’s mouth. It’s jaws closed on the iron tight bod that was Kubi, or at least tried to. A brown mist solidified into brown armor of a kind. The cheeks - or at least what would pass as cheeks - bulged as it’s mouth pushed outwards, and then suddenly the clawed hands of Kubi ripped into the head. The demon roared with rage, and then it gurgled as it’s head was suddenly ripped free of it’s body. A foot kicked the large body out the new hole in the window, crushing several smaller demons outside.

”Oy, sleepy head. Time to get ta work.”

He was just about to step outside, his customary smirk on his face when he had an idea. The smirk turned utterly mischievous, and then his fist punched through the skull on the shark head. He flexed his hand once or twice, then satisfied at his makeshift boxing glove, jumped out the window with only a saucy wink at Ryan to suggest he should come along. His footlong fall planted his massive frame on top of yet another demon, slamming it flat into a crater on the ground. And yet, Kubi wasn’t fazed by the ten story fall. Instead, with a voice amplified by years of screaming over adoring fans and enhanced by his powers, he yelled out.

”Alright, yer here, yer pissed, I getcha, I'd be pissed too lookin' like that! You wanna pick a fuckin' fight, huh? The fuck are ya, buncha girl scouts? PIckin' on regular fucks, why don't you fight someone who can fight back.” He paused for a second, his non-gloved coming to his face in a mock thoughtful gesture. "Wait, I fucking get it now! Ya'll don't have the fucking strength, huh? What, the fucking devil only sendin' those who couldn't cut it? He sendin' us the reject squad? Why don't you pick your strongest, anybody with the fuckin' cajones to pick a fight with someone who can hold their fucking own! Fuckin' fight me if yer tough enough, I'll show you the strength of a real fucking monster!"

It was only as a wind blew in response to his words did he realize he forgot to put on pants. Or a shirt. Oh, well. This will still be fun.

Alot felt like it had changed since he got together with Kubi. Sure, they didn’t interact with one another as often as people thought couples should, but something about the older man just seemed to make things right. For those moment he forgot that life had begun to spiral out of his control rapidly. Cale hadn’t disappeared, Austyn wasn’t giving him impossible choices and an unstoppable masked man wasn’t trying to tear apart his family once again. This vacation had become a commodity, something he needed more than anything else. Having someone he could share feelings deeper than surface level felt nice even. Brazil was all fun, none of that heroic work he had busied himself in. Not that he really was against the concept of helping people. No amount of heroism would really atone for what he had done, so he did what he could.

Still sleeping soundly ended up being possible in the end. Passing out after a protracted session of what could be easily called intense love making left Ryan deaf to the greater issues until Kubi spoke up. Maybe something bashing through the windows also helped, glass shattering and spreading across the high quality carpet. Honestly demon invasions always tended to break all the pretty things.

Ryan groggily rubbed his eyelids with the back of his hand, muttering something incoherent under his breath. Likely trying to inquire if Kubi had accidentally broken something again, only to find out that...well someone had broken something. A massive looming shape latched onto the massive man, futily trying to break through flesh. That was when the massive fucking demon invasion became a little clearer in the moonlight.

Moonlight and obligatory chaos fire light anyway.

Clumsy fingers raked through his messy light brown hair, Ryan throwing off any covers that clung to him and dug around for his underwear, followed by  a pair of  light blue boarding short. Enough to cover his shame anyhow. All Kubi offered was an impish wink as he took his new gauntlet to fight with the demons. They were demons right? There was no telling considering how many depictions of demons actually existed within media. Either he followed after, leaping through the ruined remains of the wall and plummeting. However Ryan didn’t have the same method of direct to ground motion. He splattered.

Not literally of course. As soon as the hydrokinetic came close, his body literally erupted into thousands upon thousands of water droplets that spread outwards from where his body would have collided and gathered back into his now shirtless form. ”Probably already pointing out the obvious, but you forgot your pants.” He said with a half amused smirk as the demons seemed to take notice of him as well...just not as nicely as Kubi. Something about his being there made many of them antsy in all of the wrong ways. A few of the demons attempted to dive his way, and yet they found themselves meeting with a few jagged shards of ice that slammed into their torsos and sent the demons falling to the earth.

”How about we show these demons an actual fight? Don’t like the whole attacking the innocent thing and...I think killing demons doesn’t break the whole no killing thing heroes are supposed to do.” Was that true? He didn’t know but they were demons. Not like any sane human would argue that.

Everyone

The waves of demons clashed against the blows of heroes. Water, subtitles, and naked glory all flashed a heroic light against the onslaught. One by one the demons fell. And two by two they rose. Their strength tested the heroes, but could not defeat the form of the naked man. Their will would not be denied. Their job was death. Whether it be theirs or others- no concern.

Clouds began to part. The sun disappeared. Mountains trembled.

Once the clouds fell from their death spiral, a red sphere mirroring the sun cast its gaze down on the city. The red light rested within the casing of an even larger grey sphere expanding a quarter of a mile in diameter. Slowly it came to a stop a few hundred meters above the city.

Mammon

A voice would ring through Mammon's mind. You are Chosen. You do not have to die like the rest. Gravity around Mammon would begin to shift, pulling him safely towards the giant sphere in the sky.

It would not be the only place the gravity shifted.

Get Ready to Fuck Shit Up or Get Your Shit Fucked Up

The gravity directly under the sphere would begin to move towards four different appendages hanging from the bottom of the sphere. Buildings would break from their foundations, pools would flow through the air as free as their hearts could contend, and the concrete would begin to shift and split.

While the gravity began to subside, the demons found their movements more free, allowing them to move to press their unfair advantage over the heroes caught in the wake of the sphere.

Gato Montez could feel the power of his enchanted mask fading. He realized that his patrons weren’t looking for a hero. They had chosen him for his ability to spread blood in their name...and demon blood wasn’t cutting it.

Dammit. Gato has really wanted to help these people. He saw the naked giant, and laughed in his face. ”Greetings heroes, I am GATO MONTEZ!” The sound of a Spanish guitar played in the air as he announced his name. “I will defeat you so the world may open for my patrons!” In all honesty, Gato was unsure if his patrons truly had anything to do with this; but figured it’d be good to get his brownie points in.

That was when a gigantic red sphere appeared in the sky. The gravity beneath the sphere became entirely too weak. Seeing the concrete fly into the air with him, Gato braced himself against the concrete and created the sphere of night. For 10 blocks, nothing could be seen. That was when he threw himself through the air towards where he had last seen the giant. Whispering words that created a 7 foot club that he would swing with as much force as he could muster.