The Nergal beast within Junior chuckled darkly as it spoke to itself, as Junior stared up helplessly at the ceiling where the angel had taken Minnie away, into Heaven. The parasitic/symbiotic beast was already intending to use its despairing host to feed on countless souls now that Minnie, Junior's sister and the beast's mistress, was dead. With all the current events, it was little wonder Junior's will was so weak at the moment. His sister was dead and it was his fault...
"...We have a new home. A new Master," The Nergal beast, or one of its mental selves, said in hungry glee.
"Yes, but he's nothing like her-!," The Nergal beast, seemingly the same yet responding to itself, continued only to stop in shock as it felt something. It felt Junior.
What the Nergal failed to realized was how easily despairing sadness can give way to wrathful rage. Junior's mind had assimilated all of Minnie's memories and thoughts and feelings...everything she was, he knew. He saw and felt her as she continuously tried to earn his love and respect. HIM! The one that always envied her, who always tried to put down her accomplishments, the one who got her killed!...The one who she should never have had to even ask for love and respect from...
Junior's eyes glowed red with a fiery glare as the tears ceased to fall. The green splatter-designed trim on his demon form turn to the same crimson as his eyes, as did every orb-eye in the Nergal beast. Said beast was overtaken by the sheer will of the boy's rage, the young reaper's fury burning and subduing the demon's mind; His anger, his hatred, his wrath. All conjured up into an emotionally flaming storm from both Minnie's pent up anger over Junior's dislike for her and Junior's reaction to it- Self Loathing. Right now, Junior hated himself more than anything...Red was all Junior saw from there on out.
Halloween Town paused in its hauntly activities as it felt the rhythmic shaking of the ground, like a heartbeat that was growing stronger with each beat. The denizens of the dark holiday's town stared up in shock and fear as a giant pumpkin-themed machine stood just outside their town, looming over the buildings with red slits in the crack in its armor and orbs bright on its right arm, larger and more deadly in appearance then it's more natural looking left arm. Without any warning, it began to smash and tear into the buildings, sending the monstrous town folks running in fear.
"Junior!" Grim exclaimed as he starred at the behemoth while his brother Jack got Sally to evacuate the town, "He's in there. I can sense him," He voiced, narrowing his eyeless sockets at the creature. Something felt very wrong about this thing.
"You don't say?" Mandy asked dryly as she readied her guns, some of the few things she kept from her days as a human mayor/hitman after marrying Grim, "What's going on, Grim? Is this the bad thing you were telling me about?" She asked, starring down the giant as well, her red eyes glaring into the red lights where she believed the eyes would be. No, she knew it was where the eyes would be. She could feel it starring at them and glaring at everything.
"I'm...not sure," Grim answered hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he should tell Mandy right now that he thought Junior reaped his sister, for whatever reason. The angel taking her up all but confirmed that, "All I know is we have to stop it," He added, his voice harder now. It was a voice Mandy knew well. It was when Grim was at his best, when he showed exactly why he was Death Personified. Honestly, it sometimes turned her on if he didn't almost always screw up the moment and turn back to a wuss.
Within the beast that had been the Pumpkinator, the Son of Death glared at the three figures in front of him. He didn't see his parents and uncle. He didn't really see the rulers of the Underworld and the King of Halloween. All he saw was three souls standing against him while others fled. His mother might have been proud of that under different circumstances. If he wasn't essentially a rampaging animal that sought nothing but destruction without reason or direction.
"Here it comes!" Grim warned as the abomination roared, launching an attack of numerous scythe-ended tentacles at them as the large body marched closer still. The trio put up a great defense against the attack. Jack danced around the attacks and grabbed the tentacles, using them to severe each other. Mandy shot bullets rapidly, all hitting their marks perfectly and practically massacring the scythacles(scythe-tentacles) before reaching her. Grim used his ever sharp and handy scythe to simply cut them down like a farmer cut down crops.
"We can't keep this up forever!" Jack yelled as he used one hand to hurl and twirl around a severed scythacles like a bladed whip, "Any plans?"
"Just hold them off. Reinforcement is on its way," Mandy ordered simply, never ceasing in her shooting. She was glad these things magically reloaded themselves, but wished it didn't take five to ten seconds, 'Then again, that's what two guns are for,' She reminded herself, switching to the other in a second's notice.
Junior growled like the beast he had become and hurled the massive body forward with the mouth open wide to devour them, aiming at the three as they thinned out his scythacles. The pain of losing them didn't even register to him, for it was less them having a single hair pulled out. They were like bug bites. Only annoying if you notice them.
"Fall back! We have to retre...regroup! Move!" Grim yelled, him and Jack running away as the creature quickly approached them.
"Get back here boneheads!" Mandy yelled in annoyance, gun aimed at the pumpkin-themed machine-monster's face as the bone brothers fled, 'And just like that, he ruins his own moment, again,' Mandy thought plainly. A certain reaper wasn't getting lucky tonight...and she could use that as an excuse to let Junior and Minnie sleep in their room if they wanted to. Mandy may be evil in human form, but she wasn't above letting her kids feel safe. After all, she couldn't make them into badasses if they went insane. Or that's what she told herself, at least.
The abomination was almost face to face with the Underworld's queen when it was struck by several spears with magic tips. The red eyed blond looked over her shoulder in light annoyance at the sight of Pain with the Royal Guard, an army of Flaming Tikbalan-Torso and arms of a muscular human, head of a horse, and flames from the waist down, "It's about time!" Mandy said, more to herself than Pain as he stood on a wall with his mace.
"Defend our Mistress! And prepare for glory!" He yelled as the armored elemental creatures charged at the command, ready to defend the royal family to the end. Ironic that they were protecting and fighting it at the same time, technically.
Pain knelt by his queen as his soldiers did their job, "You summoned me, My Mistress?" He asked obediently. He himself found it a bit funny he went from serving Grim, to Mandy, and then both. He would never say it to their faces...but the news of their marriage even made him chuckle a bit, thinking it was a joke. Finding out it had been true was a confusing yet great day for him. And the appointment to head of the royal guard wasn't bad either.
"Did you bring what I asked?" Mandy asked candidly to her servant. She knew they were going to need something big to beat this thing. And short of a Godzilla-type monster, or Cerberus, they didn't have many things like that that they could bring or summon quickly.
Junior glared at the royal guards like a human would flies...or how a human sized frog would, as he started devouring the horseman army as well. Their souls only added to his power, something he was overflowing with, same as his rage. Not good things to mix without a mind that can still think properly under extremes of both.
Junior's rage quieted only slightly, replaced by caution and curiosity as he sensed some kind of magic at play now. While Junior was almost an animal in mind, an animal can still think predatorily. Think like his mother would. Think like a hunter, stalking new prey. Stare it down, find its fear, its weakness. And when he saw the giant sword-wielding creature appear in front of him and start roaring, he was only annoyed at this...prey.
He expected more for some reason. Perhaps he remembered what this thing was supposed to be without remembering how he knew it. Perhaps he could just sense the power of the beast and wasn't use to his own being so large yet. Or perhaps he was just getting annoyed with pests! With a greater roar, and red lights glowing even more sinisterly, the reaper demon opened it giant jaw and swallowed the Beast of Destruction whole. In his mother's words, that was a waste of time. Tasted decent though.
"The beast just ate the beast. What now?" Jack asked simply, a bit shocked by that event- and that was something, considering who Jack Skellington was.
"You were saying?" Grim deadpanned as he looked at a furious Mandy, who looked ready to tear something apart. Namely, Pain.
"Summon the ARCHER!" Mandy roared in her servants face as he held up another banner.
"Yes Mistress! Right away, Mistress!" He answered quickly yet quivering under her rage and began the next chant, "Three suns aligned pour forth their light and fill the archers bow with-...?" He chanted, stopping in confusion as a green beam shot at the monster, almost knocking it off balance.
"Who's your Daddy?" Dan Phantom said with a smirk, reveling in not only being free again, but being able to fight something that presented a challenge. And if this thing could end everything, then it was definitely a challenge!
Junior seethed with his giant new form. More and more just kept popping up! So many annoying pests! So many little...enemies. For the first time since becoming his new, raging self, Junior smirked. It wasn't his father's triumphant or smug smirk. It wasn't his mother's cold or satisfied smirk. No, this was a razor-tooth, blood-red smirk of hungry sadism as he found a solution to his problem. His mother would be proud of the idea. If she wasn't on the other end of it.
"What the hell is going on?" Mandy asked as Clockwork revealed himself while the other ghost attacked the creature that was once the pumpkinator, which was only barely moving anymore.
Clockwork would have continued if the Demon Reaper didn't let out a loud roar, the metal creaking and the flesh seeming to almost squirm, the many eyes darting rapidly. The Master of Time was actually confused for a moment before he realized what had happened and what was happening.
It was a mistake to assume Clockwork knew what the outcome 'would be', only what it 'could be'. It was why he never revealed more than he had to. The power of choice led to millions, upon millions of timelines, and his telling of the future indirectly robbed them of choice to some extent. Clockwork could see all the possible pasts and futures, but seeing the more unlikely events still surprised him at times. In fact, Clockwork was almost sure there were other Clockworks, copies of himself, securing other seperate timelines. After all, he only had domain over time in this universe.
This is all why Clockwork was slightly confused before it happened. He knew this could happen, but it wasn't one of the likely events, "I would suggest getting ready, because this is about to get worse," Clockwork warned as he readied his staff, he himself now an old man.
Everyone's eyes widened in shock as the Reaper Demon almost seemed...to be destroying itself from the inside out. Bulges in the flesh and outward dents in the metal formed, giving the impression it was about to explode. Then, as it collapsed to its knees, it happened. A small, black hand with claws pushed up out of the head of the beast, metal creaking as it pulled its way up. Grim caught Mandy's eyes go a bit wider, but didn't blame her as the small being pulled its way out.
There, standing on the head of the monster, was Junior. Or it looked like him anyway. The coat had been demonified and under the hood could be seen only two red eyes and a jagged and angry smirk. But all of them could sense it, the feeling of a reaper that wasn't Grim. There was no doubt their opponent, whether in his right mind or not, was Junior.
They all had only a moment to be shocked as more of him showed up. Dozens upon dozens of clones of the same Demon-Reaper Hybrid ripped their way out of the flesh, crawled out from beneath the metal, and burst from the eye balls. All in a horrifying perversion of birth. As people of the underworld, the warriors watching were no strangers to terrible and deranged things. In fact, it was practically a part of their very culture. However, none of them could have been prepared to face down a clone army of the Underworld Prince, all with the powers of a reaper and a demon...and all very hungry or very pissed, possibly both.
For a long time, they all just starred. Grim and Mandy with their army, Clockwork, Dan, and Pain. All of them starring and being starred at by the numerous copies of Junior. All starring with eyes so red that Mandy could honestly say Junior took after her to have hate like that in his eyes. The only sound was that of the giant slowly repairing itself, becoming more demon flesh and less machine all the time.
"Grim," Mandy called tonelessly. Grim looked at her and understood the look on her face. It meant that he had better explain fast. Because if anyone, let alone herself, killed the real Junior...well, The Bitch Queen would probably unleash a reign of terror upon all of creation that even Lucifer would be fearful of.
"Don't worry. None of them are the real Junior," Clockwork assured before pointing to the downed orange behemoth that the clones stood on, "The real one is still in the pumpkin body."
"That's all I need to know," Mandy said coldly as she cocked her guns, "For now."
The first clone narrowed his blazing red eyes as the smirk became a hungry grin, a long and pointed tongue slithering out to lick his lips. He let loose a screeching roar at the sky that was quickly joined by the other clones, a chorus of ravenousness that howled through the otherwise silent night. Without further delay, they eagerly leapt for their feast of souls from the abomination that they sprung from.
Clockwork, now a man in his prime, mentally sighed as the reaper-demons descended upon them. It could have all been a lot easier in retrospect. If Junior hadn't been so enraged at himself, Grim and him would already be in the beast, not facing down an army of soul-eating eleven year olds, 'He had to take after his mother, it would seem,' He thought, almost amused. While more difficult, this would lead to some very interesting events.