A bolt of lightning struck down in the distance as a light rain began to drop down in the night sky. The light from the moon shined down from behind the rain clouds. The group stared at one another, preparing for battle.
Greg grabbed a large sword from behind his back, ready to strike against Azazel and Zeus. He held it with two hands. "Feel the might of the stolen Bluster Sword, from a world with hot men with pretty faces and spiky hair."
"Ready when you are," Azazel gritted his teeth and bared his fangs at the man. He let his inner demon come forth a little as he peered at the impressive sword Greg held in front of him.
"Let's do this," Zeus stated.
The bridge that spanned the castle moat was no wider than a footpath. Azazel thought it would be tight quarters for a fight, but they would manage to take down Greg.
"All or nothing," Blumbledore shouted as his arms waves in the air, sending blue waves of electricity in Greg's direction.
Azazel looked forward and threw the Bokeball onto the center of the bridge. He yelled "Come, BllarrhhjsWarg!" As he yelled out, the undead wolf appeared, baring its teeth.
The wolf dashed toward Greg as a low growl escaped its throat.
"BllarrhhjsWarg!" The wolf growled out as it lunged forward.
Greg kicked the wolf violently with his armored foot. The impact knocked the undead wolf behind him. The wolf layed injured on the ground, unable to get up. "Weak."
Greg stepped forward and attempted to slash at Azazel with the weapon in his hands. He held the massive sword with two hands, ready to slice the demon to pieces.
Before Greg could deliver a blow, Azazel threw up his right arm and blocked the swing. The demon groaned as a small gash formed on his arm, a small amount of blood trickling out from the flesh wound.
Greg grabbed the knife hanging from his belt and twirled it in circles rapidly.
"Azzy!" Zeus yelled out in fear.
Zeus threw his large arm around the neck of the thief. He managed to get a decent grip and block off trachea.
"Shit..." the thief struggled to speak as he felt it become harder to breath. "Dammit."
Azazel dropped his guard for a moment as he glanced over to make sure that Zeus' actions were nonlethal.
"Get mah hammer back, Azzy!" Zeus called.
While Zeus was distracted, Greg managed to escape the orc's grip. He backed away and smirked.
Blumbledore found the chance to cast his spells with the help of Zeus, sending a torrent of sparks toward the rift man. He was almost certain the magic would bring Greg to his knees.
Greg shouted and swatted away a handful of Blumbledore's fiery arcane shots. A couple of the blasts hit their targets. The flames charred his skin. The fire dissipated in a few seconds as the rift man dodged more of the shots, throwing up a protective, transparent shell over his head with his left arm.
Azazel grew angry. His red eyes glowed a fiery red and his fangs began to grow. Slowly, his fingers turned into claws and his form became more muscular. More demon-like. He was slowly transforming into a demonic beast however, the transformation stopped there, as his human soul was attempting to hold back.
Greg thrust the dagger upward, using the new range he'd created. He was trying to take off Azazel's arm at the elbow. The attack missed, and Azazel replied by stabbing his fingers into Greg's face, using the now clawed fingers as small blades.
Greg used his dagger to scratch along Azazel's side, leaving a visible laceration along the pale surface of the demon's exposed skin.
Azazel scowled. If it hadn't been for the demonic form, he would probably be screaming. Now his arm burned and ached with a faint red, rash and small gash in the center where the weapon had hit him. The demon glanced down to see the extent of his new injuries.
The gash from the thief's dagger wasn't very deep. Thankfully, the attack had done little actual damage.
Greg couldn't possibly be aware that most human weapons did practically nothing to his body. Demon claws, blades and magic, yes, but regular objects weren't enough.
He had just discovered the brilliance of his demonic form and was secretly musing in his thoughts. It seemed he had some rather useful abilities, especially the defense and strength in the demonic form. It was no wonder Lucifer appeared as an otherworldly monster when Luke had summoned him. If the Lord of Hell had decided to attack, they would have stood no chance.
Greg stood in place and wonderd how the group could be so weak. Even the wizard who had done his best to get through Greg's magic barrier hadn't been a problem in the past and Azazel wasn't much for his mighty defense.
Blumbledore was just toying with the enemy, like he always did. He had held back from using his best spells and decided to cast low level magic instead. He was getting too old to use too much magic.
Azazel just needed to get the Mjolnir hammer out of the Greg's hands. He didn't actually want a long, drawn out battle.
Azazel slowly began to calm down and turned back into his human-like body once again. He brushed off his clothes and quickly stroked his horns.
"Just give back the weapon and we can peacefully stop this nonsense."
"So what?" Greg laughed as he looked toward the demon. "I'm supposed to believe you? What happens then? Will you kick me out of your world? Or kill me and use me as food? Turn me into a demonic creature?"
Azazel blinked slowly. There wasn't anything wrong with those choices, except for eating the man's remains. He may suck his blood, yes, but he wasnt into devouring a man's flesh.
"You could simply agree to stop stealing people's weapons," the demon suggested, confident he had found a solution for everyone.
"Is that your idea to keep the peace?" Greg chuckled, mockingly. "Dude, don't talk shit. Every living creature you encounter knows that most things are temporary. Change is the only constant in the universe. Every cycle must renew itself or cease to exisr. We all row a boat, gently down the stream of life. But that life is but a dream."
"Stop talking. Are you attempting to sound like some kind of video game villian?" The demon teased back. "I'm just trying to return that hammer to its owner. "
"And who is that supposed to be?!" Greg responded angrily, trying to play oblivious. "I have spent eons collecting these weapons after four brats got me sent to the rift. I won't be stopped here."
"It was once Thor's weapon, but now it belongs to Zeus," Azazel stated with a frustrated tone. "You are but a thief, so drop the weapon."
"Give back mah hammer!" Zeus growled.
"What's in it for me?" Greg laughed manically as he pulled out the Mjolnir. The man from the rift held it up to his face with two hands and licked across the top of it.
"Gross," Azazel groaned.
"Delicious!" Greg hummed as he licked his lips seductively.
Zeus grinded his teeth together. The large orc knew he was defensless without the Mjolnir and this infuriating rift man was going to take his prized hammer unless Azazel and Blumbledore talked Greg out of his ways.
Azazel turned his head and saw Greg was twirling the hammer. The demon made a first at his side as he watched the thief. It seemed the only option was a fight the man from the rift.
"Blumbledore, use a barrier spell for the three of us. Only you and I will engage in a battle against Greg. Zeus will be behind the shield you cast," Azazel ordered the old wizard.
Zeus opened his mouth, "But..."
Azazel growled slightly, showing his fangs. He began to transform back into his demonic form. The demon began to think he would use his demonic form to destroy Greg, while the wizard had a barrier cast instantly around them. The orc frowned, but knew that the demon had commanded the situation.
As the trio seemingly messed around, Greg was in the background, humping the Mjolnir in an effort to taunt the group. His heavy armor clanked with each thrust of his hips against the metal of the hammer.
"Oh baby. Mjolnir, I never want to put you down. You make me feel so damn good," Greg hummed and purred as he grinded his entire body against the hammer, his armor making loud noises on contact.
Azazel used his claws to break the chain the handle was attached to on Greg's back. The chain dangled next to the Mjolnir, which didn't stop the armored man's absurd actions with the hammer.
"It isn't into you," Azazel said, after watching the Greg powerfully thrust against the hammer.
"BITCH! THATS MAH DAMN HAMMER!" Zeus cried out frantically. He went to run for the Mjolnir and Greg, but the barrier restrained him, stopping the bulky orc man in place.
"Zeus, he was being inappropriate and we need to get it back from Greg," Azazel sighed. "The hammer is not damaged."
Zeus calmed down and stood in place behind the barrier. "Sorry. I just get heated when it comes to mah hammer."
Greg simply smirked and continued gyrating his hips against the golden hammer.
"Here we go!" Azazel roared as he crouched close to the surface of fbe bridge.
"Come on and do it already," Greg winked mischievously, still straddling the hammer between his armored legs.
Azazel growled at Greg. He flashed his fangs and shifted his weight into an attacking position. His head was held high in the air from his current position.
"Mjolnir, " Greg moaned. "Look how big his fangs are. I bet he likes to bite. I bet he likes to bite slow and hard."
Azazel stopped dead in place, causing him to rise back to a standing position. The demon could hear the lust in Greg's voice. He didn't understand the man from the rift, and it made his stomach churn at the idea of this being the opponent they had to go up against.
"Tell him how big his fangs are, Mjolnir," Greg purred into the hammer as he licked across the side of the mighty weapon, his tongue flicking into every small crevice he could find. "Tastes so sweet."
Blumbledore let out a low groan as the group watched Greg stroke the edge of the hammer, which resulted in the entire thing shine with a golden light. The old wizads let out a low laugh. It was more absurd than the antics with his orc wives back in his mansion.
Azazel slowly rose from his position and gave the rest of the party a confused look. It was clear that his friends were just as confusd by Greg's antics as he was.
The three of them watched Greg grind himself up against the Mjolnir, which gave them time to think about the best way to overcome him.
As the three stared at the man from the rift, not uttering a single word to one another, the cold rain soaked their clothing. The wet fabric became chilly against their skin.
"I don't know what the hell that's going on," the demon stated.
He couldn't finish his thought as he really had no words to describe what they had seen. He watched the rift guy gyrate against the legendary hammer.
"That's a good point... we're at a strange disadvantage," Blumbledore said with a hint of amusement.
"Yeah. Yes. Mjolnir. You bad, bad boy." The man groaned in pleasure as he thrust himself against the handle. His heavy armor continued to clank.
Blumbledore glanced over at Greg and couldn't stop his laughter. He tried to stop himself, but every time he looked toward Greg, he wouls instantly begin to laugh. The actions of the thief were getting the best of him. His stomach began to hurt from how hard he was laughing.
Blumbledore finally regained his composure enough to speak again. His lungs hurt as he tried to breath between snorts.
"Please, Azazel, send him to an eternal slumber," Blumbledore snorted. His body shook each time he started to laugh.
"Stop violating mah hammer!" Zeus whined, gritting his sharp teeth.
The rift man,not realizing how strange his acrions were, let out an muffled laugh as he continued to dry hump the Mjolnir.
"It's not really your weapon anymore, is it?" Greg spoke as his teeth chattered from the cold rain.
"DON'T MAKE ME USE THE HELP OF BLUMBLEDOWOWOWOWOROREOREURTTHOR," the orc was yelling through the barrier. It was still stopping him from joining the battle. His yell came out garbled from how frantic he had become in regard to the situation.
Everyone had gotten more emotional than he situation called for. Greg was somehow dominating the battle. The heavily armored man was getting more excited with each passing second.
The entire ordeal confused Azazel. They were suppose to battle the rift man on the little bridge and get the Mjolnir back, but instead it ended of with them being a trio of fools watching the rift man dry hump a hammer.
Terra couldn't possibly get more ridiculous.
"Enough," Azazel commanded. "It is time to end this."
Greg put down the hammer. He unsheathed an impressive sword with a gun attached to it. He looked Azazel in the eye. "I have no choice but to show you the power of the real me - Gilgamesh."