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“Is this what you can do, as well?” Gayle asked, looking outside as the storm became worse. The fire that fell from the sky fell in droves now, as if the hells had opened above them. And Kopek was sure they had.
“No,” she replied, sitting up and surveying the damage to her trench coat. It was singed, but okay.
“I’m not t-tied to Hell anymore,” she continued trying to take deep breaths, “I can’t do even a fraction of what he can do. My power and thus my abilities pale in comparison to his.”
“Are you alright?” she asked, concern in her voice as she walked over to Kopek.
“Fine,” she replied, “Just recovering.”
“Get out!” one of the Northwest gang members screamed, holding up a gun, “All of you! Don’t bring that guy back in here!”
“I thought you were working with him,” Vassago said, sneering, “Suddenly scared, cowards?” The Northwest member took a step closer to him, holding the pistol to his forehead.
“Say that again, fucker!” Vassago growled.
“Point the gun at the real enemy!” he yelled. The man seemed intent on pulling the trigger when the gun turned to glass.
“Wha-!?” He dropped it, and it shattered. Lev was staring at them, hands slightly clenched as his eyes returned to their normal color.
“Just get out! Fucking freaks, every last one of you!!” Kopek rose to her feet, wincing as the pain in her chest intensified.
“You want a fight, huh?” she asked taking a menacing step forward, “Then fine, stupid fucking humans! Fight!!” Gayle frowned.
“But you’re hurt!” That didn’t stop the first gang member from throwing a punch Kopek’s way. She dodged it and landed a kick to his side. He went crashing to the ground, and she slammed her foot down on his leg, the resounding crack from the bone snapping audible to everyone in the room.
“Anyone else?” she said over the screams of the downed man, “No takers? I’m fucking surprised!” She paused, glaring at the remaining gang members before walking back to her corner and taking a seat. Her heart beat painfully in her chest, and she groaned. Whatever that beam was, it really did a number on her.
“Gratuitous violence, just your style,” Vassago said dryly. Kopek mumbled a reply not even she understood and rested her head on her knees. She really hated pain.
“Hey,” Gayle said, moving towards her again, “Are you going to be okay?”
“I’m going to be fine,” Kopek muttered.
The storm outside wasn’t letting up, though; she doubted it would until Baal made a reappearance. Which, if the sound of the wind was anything to go by, would probably be sooner rather than later.
“One way,” she spoke, “To stop an immortal demon is to find an immortal angel.”
“And how do you propose we do that? No one here has a connection to any angel, let alone an immortal one,” Vassago said, crossing his arms, “More than that, how do you expect to get them here? Why would an angel want to help us in the first place?” Kopek shrugged, regretting the action only moments later when pain spiked through her.
“Don’t ask me, I’m just telling you people how it goes.”
“Well…” Gayle said, trailing off for a moment, “Siruk knows angels, I think. He’s a mediator.”
“How do we get him here?” Vassago asked, and Gayle sighed.
“Someone would have to die.” Kopek looked at the Northwest members, which seemed to have grown from three to fifteen. They stood, sheet white and tense in their spots, disarmed and hopeless.
“Any takers?” she asked, and they said nothing. Of course.
“What about phones?” Vassago said, his voice deadpan.
“That would work, but there haven’t been satellites for at least three years.” His pride seemed to fall a bit at Kopek’s words.
“Wait…” but Gayle trailed off once again, and Kopek snarled.
“Spit it out! If you have an idea, we need to know because he’s going to be on us in at least five minutes!”
“Fine!” She jammed her hands in her pockets immediately searching. Kopek looked on with a detached interest, watching as she pulled out what appeared to be a page of a book.
“Okay, okay… You need to read this.” The page was extended out to her, and she took it. Kopek looked over the page, seeing familiar hieroglyphs.
“A spell? No one uses magic anymore, nothing like this. Besides I told you, I have barely any power left.”
“Well it’s worth a shot, right? If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.” Kopek sighed, focusing. She had a point, after all.
The spell called for the awakening of an inner self, something Kopek had never been good at, per say. But this spell was simple, and she was sure she could do it if she tried hard enough. Or the spell would backfire and something awful would happen. Still, the unknown was better than certain death.
She closed her eyes and took a breath, fighting to find the being that existed inside her. Past all the anger, and the hatred, and the voices that spoke sometimes, Kopek found it hiding. And without opening her eyes, she read the page.
A few seconds passed as she read the last word, and just as Baal’s form materialized outside the window, Siruk popped into existence mere steps away from them holding a tall staff made from what appeared to be bones.
“What’s going on?” he asked immediately, frowning. The window burst open, as did much of the wall that surrounded it, and Baal gave everyone sharp-toothed grin.
“You like being pests, don’t you? I was only going to fight Kopek, perhaps kill her, but you’ve made my job far harder. Now I have to kill all of you.” Siruk turned to see the horned demon and sighed.
“Goodness, what have you gotten into?” he asked, massaging the bridge of his nose.
“Someone new?” Baal said, and he seemed to recognize the staff, for he took a step back from the window.
“We’ve never met,” Siruk said with a tired smile, “But I’m sure you know my position.”
“I don’t acknowledge your ‘position’. It’s a waste of time and effort, really. Hell isn’t looking for peace.”
“If peace is what you think I do, you are sorely mistaken.” He tapped his staff on the floor, and bones materialized out of nowhere. They cracked and bent, flesh appearing on the form as it drew itself to its full height.
“I’m no peacekeeper. Now if you’ve come for a fight, you’ll have to deal with me as well as the others.” Baal seemed to measure Siruk’s threat for a moment before he grinned.
“You must be kidding me. A demon like myself against a human?”
“Not human, not entirely,” Siruk said, tilting his head a fraction, “You know of me, but you know nothing about me. How sad.”
“I know of that staff,” Baal growled out, “And I did not come here for talk. Get out here and fight me!” He flew back from the window, and Siruk looked at the others. Tapping his staff on the ground a few more times, more of the fleshy creatures were created, and he sighed.
“Great strategist,” he said, turning to Kopek in particular, “Ideas?” She stood, cracking her knuckles and ignoring the pain in her chest, which was thankfully less awful than it had been before.
“A few,” she said, “Wear him down enough that he gets tired. Beat him back in time for an angel to notice the disturbance. Find a way to kill an immortal being.”
“Whatever we do, we should do it fast,” Vassago said. Siruk nodded.
“Indeed.” He led his creatures outside, Gayle and Lev close behind. Kopek sighed.
“Hope you’re not the weak link now,” Vassago said, heading towards the door. She snorted.
“Please.” They walked outside to see the singed ground and Baal standing there, a grand smirk on his face.
“Clap, clap, clap, I’m impressed, Kopek. Most demons don’t make it past what I did to you.”
“Whatever that was,” she bit out, “You always bring something new, don’t you?”
“Of course,” he said, and quite suddenly, a large cracking sound was heard. Two gigantic, grotesque wings extended from his back, and he winced as they stretched. Kopek gaped.
“Like them?” he asked. Liked them? She envied them.
“Shut up and die a couple of times,” Kopek ground out, jumping towards him. He flew off effortlessly, and Vassago immediately sent thick black shadows his way. One snagged on his wing, but he sliced at it with a clawed hand.
The creatures Siruk had created suddenly sprouted fleshy wings, each of them flying up and towards Baal. The demon knocked one away with one of the gigantic horns, and it spiraled off. Another crashed right into him, tearing immediately at his wings. Siruk pointed his staff at the demon as he was distracted, shooting off a glowing red tether. It latched onto his leg and Baal went sailing to the ground, a cracking sound being heard as one of his wings was torn from his body. He hit the ground hard, but he stood quickly, bleeding black blood from the destroyed stump where his wing once was.
Gayle extended a hand and he froze in place, but it didn’t last for long. He shot a beam towards her, and Kopek barely knocked her out-of-the-way in time. They fell to the ground, Kopek feeling her chest protest, but the pain was receding.
“Destroy this fucker!” Vassago said, pulling the blackness towards Baal, who continued to slash at the shadows as well as the two flying creatures Siruk created. His remaining wing flapped uselessly, trying to free himself from the sludge that held him in place.
“Can’t,” Lev said, his soft voice barely heard above the cacophony, “He’ll just come back.” Gayle gasped as Kopek stood.
“Good thinking,” she said, only mildly surprised that he’d spoken. She ran towards Baal as he was distracted and landed a neck-snapping punch across his face. He reeled back, and one of the flying creatures ripped off his other wing. He roared now as Kopek landed blow after blow.
“You disgusting, arrogant, horrid son of a bitch!” Kopek screamed as she hit him again, the dark presence in the back of her mind was screaming for her to continue, enraging her further.
“Immortality can’t save you from the pain of death, you disgusting piece of shit.” And she continued to pound him into the earth to the sound of Their screams in the back of her head.
“Alright!” he garbled out as Kopek kicked one of his horns, snapping it, “Alright! You win. Stop!” She smirked, standing over his bloodied body.
“Next time don’t be so fucking arrogant,” she spat, “Now go running back to Hell, little boy.” He did just that, his body vanishing gradually. Once he was entirely gone, including the bloody wing bits that were flung across the makeshift battlefield, Kopek turned to the others.
“He’ll be back,” she said, “But at least for now we won’t have to worry about him.” Gayle immediately turned to Lev, speaking to him under her breath. He looked almost distressed for a moment, shaking his head. And as suddenly as their conversation had begun, it was cut short.
“Well we should get going,” Siruk said quickly, tapping one of the nearby creatures. It melted away, as did the other, “It’s been a long night.” Indeed, the sun was beginning to rise. The pain in Kopek’s chest was a memory now, the feeling of being rotted from the inside out now replaced with a need to kill. The need was so strong that she had to clench her fists in order to stop herself from doing something she might regret. It was Them, she could feel it. They pulsed underneath her consciousness, pulling and yearning for blood. The black ooze that was on her fingers from defeating Baal was not enough. No, she wanted red—
“Kopek? You look distressed,” Siruk said. Vassago snorted, but said nothing.
“Are you okay?” Gayle asked, ever the concerned woman. Kopek shrugged it off, feeling her heartbeat slow and the desire draining.
“Absolutely dandy,” she said, cracking her neck. The tension left her quickly, until she was calm. Those things would have to try again some other time.
Kopek knew she was unstable. She knew they would get her eventually. They always tried to make her angry, especially when she was in the middle of a fight. To take it one step further, to actually kill instead of viciously maim… And sometimes it was hard to stop at a broken bone. Sometimes, it was too difficult to stop herself from attacking first and asking questions later.
Yes, Kopek was hardly stable. But it didn’t matter. She would function and deal with the messes she made later on.
They parted then, each returning to their respective homes. And for once in her very long lifetime, Kopek fell onto her disgusting couch and dozed.
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Dusk had come fairly quickly, and Kopek felt the jittery excitement that always plagued her when she was about to do something reckless. She had met up with Gayle only hours earlier, looking for Siruk. The man had things to take care of, and a job to do, so Kopek had asked her to come. Gayle had shrugged, giving her a toothy smile and said she might bring someone along, just in case. And Kopek had no arguments to that– the more the merrier, right?
She was heading towards the Square, clenching and unclenching her fists. She was itching for a fight– a real one. The only thing she worried about was their lack of actual weapons. The Northwests weren’t known for their battalion of guns, but if they were going to attack, they should have at least one gun.
Then again, she’d be able to take out just about anyone with even a handgun. She was a wonderful shot, after all, something she perfected during her days studying war tactics.
As she neared, she heard what sounded like childish bickering, one voice distinctly being Vassago’s. Of course.
“…didn’t know she’d be asking for help from some girl and her freak of a boyfriend.”
“Well I didn’t know the person she asked was such a shallow asshole.” And it continued, back and forth. Kopek rounded a corner and found Gayle and Vassago practically at each other’s throats, a tall, silent man standing off to the side. Kopek lifted an eyebrow.
“Well look who it is,” Vassago said as she neared, and Gayle turned to her, a relieved look on her face.
“Are you two fighting over something ridiculous?” she asked, and Gayle sighed.
“Your friend here tried to kill Lev,” she said, gesturing to the man standing off to the side. He was smiling and calm, and he gave Kopek a wave.
“It was an accident,” Vassago spit out, “And besides, he creeps me the fuck out.”
“You’ve known him for all of thirty minutes!” Gayle screamed, clenching her fists tightly, “You’re pathetic!”
“You’ve been at this for thirty minutes?” Kopek deadpanned, looking at them. She turned her eyes to Lev, who shrugged, his smile never faltering.
“Please,” Vassago said, “I’m an excellent judge of character. You’re clearly an idiot, and your friend is clearly a psychopath.” Kopek pinched the bridge of her nose.
“If you two are done,” she said, looking at them, “I’d suggest we get a move on. I’ll brief you on the way.”
Walking across the city would take time, but Kopek was confidant that the Northwests would still be sleeping. She knew their schedule– she’d been watching them for a while. Demons never slept, and so she occupied her time by keeping watch on the gangs in the city, at least to get a feel for how they were.
She’d considered joining one when they first began to pop up in Chrome City, but she’d decided against it. Their crimes were over petty and childish things, and they (like most humans, apparently) knew nothing of fighting. They shot off their guns, incurred the wrath of the still-fledgling police, and generally got off scott free.
This night would put an end to that.
“Now,” she said as they walked, “The Northwests are a relatively small gang. They’re mostly bent on selling drugs and stealing from the fortunate. Watch your coin purse, V.”
“Shut up,” he scowled, and she snickered.
“Point is, they’re into petty shit. And all we have to do is disarm them. So tell me exactly what you can do, and we’ll make a proper plan.” Vassago cleared his throat.
“Well you certainly know my capabilities,” he said with a smirk, “But I might as well rehash. I have the ability to control darkness and thus bend the fabric of reality. I mean, in that sense, that I can make the dark a physical presence, and from there I can disarm, or suffocate, those who stand in it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kopek said flippantly, “Gayle?”
“Aside from the standard deathmaster abilities, things I’m not too good at, I have a few telekinetic abilities as well. If I focus hard enough, I can levitate people, or stop things altogether.”
“Hmmm,” Kopek said, “That’s workable. You’re friend, here?” Gayle’s eyes brightened.
“This is Lev. He and I… well… regardless of that, he’s mute.” Kopek peered at him, at his purple eyes and curls of black hair.
“He’s a magician of sorts,” Gayle said, and he nodded, tilting his head towards Kopek in a kind of acknowledgement. Or maybe he was just mocking her. Kopek shrugged off the thought easily and returned her attention to Gayle.
“Mhmm,” she said again, “Like what? Illusions?”
“Illusions, things more powerful than illusions…” Gayle said with a grin, “He’s pretty powerful. He doesn’t really like using his powers; I had to convince him to come along, actually. But I thought he’d be invaluable.” Whatever most of that meant. Kopek nodded, a plan forming in her head.
“Well despite the fact that they probably outnumber us five to one, I feel like we out class them,” she said, “All we need to worry about is not getting shot. So try not to get shot, okay? Gunshot wounds hurt, and they’ll probably kill you.” Vassago snorted, but said nothing.
“Now here’s the plan,” she said turning to them, “We’re working under the assumption that they don’t have anyone like us on their side. That’s a no-no. I’ve never once seen them do anything remarkable, but you never know. So it’ll be a surprise attack.Vassago will immobilize them, Gayle will disarm them, Lev will… do what he does, and I will knock them out.”
“Stop calling me by that demon’s name,” Vassago bit out.
“Vassago’s abilities are dependent on darkness. I don’t know if you can knock out lights, Gayle…”
“I could give it a try,” she said.
“Great!” She could really see this happening, taking down an entire gang in a night. They wouldn’t get all of them, of course, but they would at least disband the majority of them.
They were close, now, Kopek immediately scanning the area.
“Keep an ear out for me,” she said, “I might give orders, and you’re going to listen or you’re going to die.” Vassago snorted again, but she glared at him.
“Who’s the one who studied strategy all her life? Certainly not you.” He said nothing.
They crept closer to the entrance of the hideout– an abandoned building. It was only three stories high, and boasted probably about twenty or so rooms– it was small. But for a drug ring, it was enough.
Kopek motioned for the others to stay where they were, and Vassago sighed like a petulant child as she peered in one of the cracked, darkened windows. There were lights inside, including what appeared to be a floodlight in the corner. Damn.
And just as she was ready to turn back, she saw something she never thought she’d see, not in a million years on earth.
Hissing under her breath, she ducked underneath the window and motioned the others to do the same. Listening as best she could through the brick, she tried in vain to hear their conversation.
But she knew… they were already found out. His eyesight was excellent, far better than her own. He must have seen them coming from a mile away.
Quietly as possible, she crept back towards the others.
“Kopek, darling,” she heard, and she mentally slammed her palm into her face, “It’s been so long.” She stood, looking at the others and the horror on their faces. She turned.
A man stood there, two gigantic horns sticking out of each side of his head. He was almost entirely bald, save for some hair on the top of his head that was pulled into a low pony tail. He wasn’t wearing a shirt despite the cool temperatures, and steam rose off his body. His legs were covered in thick, black hair and appeared to be the hind legs of a goat. Altogether, he was as tall and imposing as ever.
“Baal,” she greeted, “I didn’t know you fraternized with your prey.” He laughed.
“Prey indeed. Who are your friends?” He gestured to them, and Kopek stole a glance. Vassago was sheet white, and Gayle looked terrified. Lev had a blank look on his face, one that was completely unreadable. She turned back. Baal was looking at her with a calm, haughty smirk. It was his usual expression.
“They’re… not important,” she said, “Why have you left your oh-so-prestigious post?” He sighed, tapping on his chin with a single clawed finger.
“I’ve been watching you, Kopek, and I’m concerned for you. They’ve been considering you letting you back in, you know. Banishment for sabotage is warranted, but you were the best strategist there was.”
“I don’t want to go back,” she bit out, “I have my own plans for my life, now. No one controls me but me.”
“Ah but that isn’t true,” Baal said, “And you know that for a fact. But… we’ll talk of nicer things. I’ve left my post because I wanted to stir up some trouble here, and because I wanted to see the look on your face. I wasn’t intending on being here when you came to attack your fellow… mortals,” and he coughed, a look of disgust on his face, “But here I am, and there you are with your little… battalion.”
“Shut up,” she bit out, her rage beginning to consume her, “You wanted to see me. Here I am. What did you want from me?” He paused, and his smirk grew.
“Always wanting to get right to the point, as ever. Fight me.”
“No,” she said immediately.
“Fight me. You want to, I can tell you that much. It’s in your eyes, and in those little clenched fists of yours.” Kopek snarled.
“Of course I want to,” she bit out, “You need to be knocked down a peg. But I won’t.”
“Why not?” he asked, a chuckle on his breath. She tried to ignore the roiling fury in her gut.
“Because you want it.”
“Fine.” And like lightning, he landed a punch across her face. It was as if he hadn’t even moved, and Gayle screamed. Kopek went down immediately, not expecting the hit, and growled.
“Fine!” And she jumped back up, dodging a kick. His hooves, or whatever they were, were pointed and deadly. To be hit with them would spell disaster.
Baal jumped back, flying high into the air before he landed. He extended a hand, and purple energy seeped from it. Before Kopek could react, a beam of high-energy and utter death was sent her way, and she was hit with it full force. It smacked her in the chest and pushed her back into the building, and she hit it so hard that the windows broke and the building shook.
“Boss?” she heard from inside, but she was busy trying to collect her own energy. But no matter how hard she tried, the beam continued to eat into her chest, making her heart beat painfully. It was rotting her from the inside out.
Very suddenly, the beam was cut off. She fell to the ground, clutching at where the beam had been hitting her, and looked up. Lev was staring very intently at Baal, his eyes black and his head tilted. A black field surrounded him as well as the demon, and he lifted a hand. Baal went flying backwards, his body seeming to almost disintegrate as he did so. All that was left of him was ash on the breeze. Lev’s eyes returned to their normal purple color, and Kopek tried in vain to stand. Her chest was killing her.
“He’s… H-He’s not dead,” she said, coughing, “He’s immortal.” And just like that, down from the heavens rained fire.
“What the fuck!?” she heard from behind her, and she looked back to see three of the Northwest gang members standing there, confused.
“Go back inside or die, pick one you fucking idiots!” she screamed feebly, trying to shield the drops of fire from her face as they fell to the earth. They didn’t need to be told twice; they ran back inside, slamming the door behind them and locking it. Gayle held up a hand and the fire stopped after a point, suspended above them as more droplets joined.
“I can’t do this forever,” she said, “Can we go now?”
“He’s going t-to follow us,” Kopek said as she tried to stand again, “We need to… seek shelter somewhere safe.” Vassago cracked his knuckles and swirling inky blackness rose up from beside Kopek. It dove straight for the door and slammed it open immediately. The inky darkness vanished and the others ran for the door.
Kopek finally stood, using the building for leverage as she finally made it inside, Gayle still keeping the fire droplets away from them. They both made it inside, and the fire fell to the ground. The ground was being singed by the fire, soot being left in its wake. And just as Kopek took a seat, trying to survey the damage done to her heart and chest, she heard an ominous laughter float in from outside. Dread filled her, along with pain.
The daylight came over the horizon, and the desolate surroundings became apparent. Kopek lived on the edge of the city, and each morning she watched the sun rise over the distant destruction that was the earth. She was sure there were people out there, in the corpse-laden fields and among the empty houses, but she was sure that most of them had fled to the city.
Despite the fact that roving gangs tended to kill off the remaining population, people flocked here. Warmth, shelter, and a fledgling government meant a lot in the face of an apocalypse.
She lied, though, when she said she had things to do. In fact, she had about fuck all to do except to go out and fight. There were all kinds of places to pick a fight. She could take on one of the gangs– though they had guns, and would surely cause her far more pain than necessary. Plus, she didn’t want to pick out the bloody bullets later on.
She could go to one of the fighting rings. She’d win a lot of money there, but Kopek had no use for the stuff. Besides, they were usually active at night.
She sighed, turning away from the window. She would simply have to find something to do. With a smile, she stomped out of her apartment. It was small, empty, and pathetic. She only used it as shelter, and nothing more.
Practically flying down the stairs, she made it outside in record time and cracked her knuckles. She would look for her book elsewhere, a place she should have looked to begin with.
It didn’t take long to find his home. She had a vague memory of it, having only been there once. She looked up at the towering building and sighed. Climbing up twenty flights of stairs was never easy. After some time, she found herself on the top floor of the building. Looking at the name plate on the door, she rang the doorbell and knocked.
“Open up, V!” she screamed. Shuffling footsteps caught her ears, and the door opened. A man stood there, his black hair shaven on one side. His red eyes looked at her with something akin to disgust.
“Kopek,” he muttered, distaste clear in his voice.
“Vassago,” she replied, showing as much dislike, “How’s your namesake doing?” He scowled.
“I don’t talk to demons, not even you.” He tried to shut the door, but Kopek put her foot in the way. He snarled now.
“What do you want from me?”
“Let me in, and we’ll have a chat.” Glowering, he hesitantly opened the door and she sauntered inside, a smirk on her face as she observed his lavish surroundings. From marble statues to golden chalices, this place had it all. And it was dark, too; though the sun had risen outside, each window was covered with thick maroon curtains. They let in some light, but not much. It was only by the grace of Kopek’s excellent eyesight that she managed to pick out anything in the shadowy penthouse.
It was indeed very dark in his home, and she wondered how Vassago put up with it. Then again, when she kept in mind that he grew power in the darkness and that the darkness was his ally, she couldn’t exactly blame a guy for living in it.
Every item in here probably cost about as much money as Kopek’s meager apartment, at least back when people paid for shelter. It was amusing how much Vassago loved his money.
Turning to him, she crossed her arms and smiled.
“I’m looking for something your father and your namesake created. A book. The Smoke Reserves. Ever hear of it?” Vassago sighed, crossing his arms.
“No. Can you go now?”
“Nice try,” Kopek said with a cunning smile, “But I know you’re lying. Your father was an evil man, V.”
“You never knew him,” he bit back, and she scoffed.
“You underestimate my influence in Hell. I know the man who reaped his soul.” Vassago sighed, leaning against the door.
“Fine. I know about it. But I don’t have it.”
“Why not?” Kopek asked, anger in her eyes.
“What the hell do I need it for? I sold it, and for quite a bit of money.” Kopek gripped her short hair. It was shaved on all sides save for the top, and she barely avoided her pointy horns in the process.
“You fucking… ugh!”
“Why are you looking for it?” Kopek scowled now, letting go of her hair and taking a seat on a loveseat that sat nearby.
“Because I can, motherfucker.” Vassago snorted as Kopek turned herself upside down, her legs resting on the back of the love seat.
“Did you have any actual business with me, or did you come to pester the fuck out of me and dirty my belongings?” She shrugged, looking at him from her strangely comfortable position.
“Yes. Do you want to come with me tonight, beat the shit out of some lowlife scum?”
“Hell no,” he replied, his scowl deepening, “Go find someone else to torture.” He passed her, making his way into his living room. Kopek carefully turned herself back right-side up and followed him.
“Come on. You’ve got some skills, don’t you? Me and my strength and residual demonic powers, and you and your ability to suck the life out of people– oh wait, you do that normally.” Vassago let out a sarcastic bark of laughter.
“Yeah, I’m definitely going to go with you now.”
“I want to take down one of the gangs,” she said, not even listening to him, “Maybe the Northwests. But I need backup. You’re still powerful in the dark, right?”
“Of course,” he said, turning to her with a wide smirk as he sat down on the couch, “But why would I help you? What’s in it for me, Kopek? To soil my hands doing your dirty work?”
“It isn’t my work,” she replied, “I’m bored. And I know you’re bored. I mean really, living in lavish darkness is great and all– you should invest in some lights, buddy– but it can get irritating after a while. Admit it, you want some blood on your hands as much as I do.” Vassago lounged on the couch, sighing.
“Alright, you’ve got a point– maybe. But I don’t see why I should help you.” Kopek silently weighed her options.
“Well okay. You don’t like demons, right? Well, neither do I. You know what I want that book for?” Vassago’s interest was clearly piqued as he sat up, leaning forward and looking at her.
“I want it to destroy Hell,” she said, “It has the power to do it, after all. It was made to destroy not only earth, but heaven as well. And if I get my hands on it…” she trailed off.
“How is that connected to beating the shit out of the equivalent of human garbage?” he asked. She smiled.
“Well I’d need a team to help me, right?”
“Er… a team?”
“Exactly. You, me, and maybe some other unfortunate souls. We’d practice here, hone our skills, and wage war in Hell. Does that sound good to you?”
“No,” Vassago replied, “That sounds like a half-baked scheme. You’re pretty good at those.” Kopek clenched her fists.
“Look, if you’re content to have demons like your namesake running around ruining everything, go right ahead. It’s about time someone at least knocked the bastards down a peg!” And the anger she felt rose to the quiet cacophony of thoughts that ran through her head.
“Do you even get how vicious they are? How dangerous? They’re bent on consuming the earth for their own nefarious plans, which means killing off whatever remaining humans there are. And you know what they do with the souls they acquire? They use them, like they’re nothing. Those are people! If you want to see the earth enslaved, go right ahead, but I’m going to do something about them.”
“I don’t care about souls or any of that bullshit. But I care about making every last demon die a slow and painful death– and that includes you.”
“So we have a deal, then?” Kopek asked, another cunning smile on her face. She tried to ignore the surging anger that still stirred in her, and tried to ignore the impossibly black source that was conjuring the rage she felt. She didn’t want to deal with them right now.
“Deal,” Vassago said, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He stood from his place on the couch.
“Now I don’t care how you do it, but get the fuck out of my home.” She shrugged turning on her heels and putting her clawed hands in her pockets.
“Meet me at the Square when the sun goes down. I’ll go get whoever else I can, and we’ll take down the Northwests. And if you have a gun in this mess of a palace, bring that.” She left, knowing immediately where to go to find her next team member.
And it was funny, she mused as she jumped down the stairs, she hadn’t even set out to do this. Sometimes, fate and her own quick brain led to some fantastic ideas.
She would find that book, and she would destroy the place that rejected her. Even if it killed her.