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Relative Rematch
"Tis been far too long since we have last battled O dearest cousin of mine. I feel my heart growing fainter by the moment in pure excitement, thou art more the welcome to back out of our upcoming earth shattering battle that will make the heavens themselves sake in fear and wonderment, a battle which shall leave this wasteland in even worst condition then if a thousands mating Gravechills stormed though the area making love to one another." A voice thick with some sort of European accent said in a vain and slightly high pitched tone.
"Stuff it Will. I'm not 15 anymore and it is high time you showed me some respect for once you Shakespearean knock off!" A female voice answered back angrily and with a fairly annoyed look on her face that fit her current mood as she shot him an irritated glaze.
"Only when thou hast earned it Cousin Rosemary." The voice answered boorishly in an attempt to abase the women's esteem and gain an emotional advantage of some kind for the battle that was about to take place. The voice that had replied was roughly 6 feet and 5 inch's, of the male gender and had dirty straw like colored blond hair. His name was William Poe and he was the son of Mini Mandy, known to family members and her son simply as Minnie for short. It was also a simple fact that he was quite hansom and well developed physically speaking from the female point of view.
The other person who had called Will a 'Shakespearean knock off' was different both in gender as well as over all appearance. She was a she-devil, or to be political correct a female fallen angel. The young woman was roughly in the high five feet range and only looked slightly like the cartoons devil charter. The color of her skin was a reddish orange color as portrayed in the cartoons, but her horns were on her forehead and curled up back into the top of her brown, almost the same shade as light chocolate, hair instead of too the side of her pointed elfish ears. The woman's tail was not the stereotypical triangle pointed end but instead it was more cone like and spiked at the end's tip. The fallen angel's name was Rose Mary, daughter of Grim Jr.
Rose had only gained roughly half, on Rose's best days, of her mother’s beauty. Her mother, Her, whom fittingly enough had been voted Underworld hottest famous resident ten times in a row, at time beaten only by her mother or sister in-law, Mandy and Minnie. A record Rose was not going to even attempt to try and brake. She also had long since stopped wearing her mothers twisted Santa styled and had taken her own sort of reaper cloak which was a blanched gray color and covered most if not all of her body. Rose's brown hair had turned a shade or two lighter then what her father had on his skull and now resembled something a normal pigtail of sorts which was held together by two separate white fluffy small headbands.
It had also been three long years since Rose had lost against the god and "gentleman" known simply as Dick and although she had been toyed with throughout the entire fight she had learned quite a bit and when Rose and her family had returned to their home universe (and her grandmother back to her normal sexy self) she had spent most of her spare time training and keeping her skills sharpened in case another Dick may one day show his or her ugly head. Her parents (as well as her Aunt Minnie and Uncle Edgar) had taken the same idea and also had taken back to training once again widening the gap between them and their offspring ever more, with the parents far in the league.
Will if anything had a life completely opposite of what his cousin had. He was no longer the short spoiled boy he was years ago but instead he was almost as tall as his father but not quite as muscular as him and he still had the grace of his mother as well as her love of acting and performing almost to the point where he surpassed her completely. But he was still fairly spoiled anyways. All and all the hatred he had for his "other" family members had dwindled a wee bit over the years although he still had a fair amount of distaste for Jr, Her and their daughter. It did not help matters that Dick had chosen Rose to fight and not Will and the general idea of someone choosing his cousin over he still made the blond boys blood boil to the brim with hate and anger.
Both combatants stood across from each other, Will with his arms crossed in a confident pose and Rose with a more relaxed position of sorts, her spiked devil tail flicking and swaying back and forth haphazardly mostly out of boredom. They both looked mostly the as they had when they had first met only a decade ago, one of the most noticeable differences was that Will was now easily a good few inches taller then Rose and had his hair slicked back into a more "cooler" look and not in his grandmother and mothers famous devil horn hair style. This was not the first time the two relatives had fought each other; they had done so when they had been almost exactly ten years younger then they currently were.
The first fight between the two relatives had been on a family visit to the town of Halloween and it had ended in a draw mostly due to neither of them being in their right minds and the fact that they a little to no experience in either fighting or with their powers.
But now with Rose at age 25 and soon turning 26 on May 8 and Will at the recent age of 22 both said excuses no longer applied to both relatives. They were both at the infamous Underworld volcano Hell Maw, which had long since been dead for many a centuries so neither Rose nor Will had to worry about being burned to death by molten rock of doom any time soon.
The overall height of the volcano was not overly impressive. It was only a few hundred feet or so, not even close to a thousand. But the ground of the dead mountain stretched for miles and miles on end with the same blackened scarred earth littered with deep red crack crust that Rose and Will stood on. Even with it's fame Hell Maw was hardly a vacation hot spot for anyone(even by demon standards, which were quite higher then the average mortal) so neither relative had to worry about bystanders getting it the way, not that taking the lives of innocent people would have bothered Will much if at all.
Although both Rose and Will looked more like their parents, they still had any air of difference around them. Rose had never wanted a reputation by fear (or even a reputation of any kind for that matter) and to this date she had managed to do just that, true a few of the "other" nobles knew of her but that only went with out saying due to her pedigree. Oddly enough even though Rose took more to her mother’s side Her, for genetics she was more like her father's side if anything less.
The ground beneath them let out a low rumble as if it was the sound of a caged animal slowly dying from the inside. Both beings ignored the sound and simply looked each other in the eye, waiting for the other to make the first move. As if to signal their fight (and start a fitting prelude of sorts) a loud crash of lightening (there were storm clouds being to swirl around them in the hellish sky) hit the ground far from both fighters but near enough for them to see it lucidly, this was followed by a powerful sounding boom as if to say; lets get ready to rumble! The relative rematch was about to start any moment.
"Shut it?" Will repeated the phrase haphazardly as he waved a vain roll of his equally red eyes and causally tossed his hand in the air as to scoff at the very concept of the idea. "I would like to see thou try it cousin." With that being said Will saw Rose being forth her scythe, Sassy, and brought the head blade down roughly near where her chest was a little, pointing it right at his head, the end of the blade looking particularly sharp and deadly.
No doubt the blade had very recently been sharpened; odds are for the battle it was about to face as Will knew his cousin didn't sharpen her weapon as often as she should have, most of the time paying the price for her ignorance. The petals on the head seemed to have an almost magical glow to them as the lightening (oddly enough considering its nature) struck around them at random, leaving only holes of opened magma and large craters in its wake.
Will complied with his cousin and with a loud snap of his right fingers a large and powerful looking sent of medieval armor appeared around his body. It was a dark gray color yet at the same time resembled so much of the many suite and ties that he wore daily. It covered every major limb on his body and neck, save for his head, and had many raven black spikes across its almost stone colored plating.
Two thick and powerful looking dark sky blue metal blades covered his shoulders, well sticking out over his armor and the two seemed to almost cut the very air they rested on. His boots were rugged and sharp looking, going almost up to Will's knees and leg pants (which had to very thick, gray skulls for knee pads) were black in color, and yet also had that gentleman styled air that its owner was born with as well. His hands were protected by two very heavy and powerful, thick like red gloves that covered his hands yet still showed their newest manicure at the same time.
The ice was broken with a neon blue blot of lightning that shot from Rose's scythe like a bullet. The magical attack hit it's target with a powerful explosion causing a large veil of smoke to surround Will's harmed body, keeping Rose (even with her demonic version) in the literal dark on whether or not her attack had done any damage or not.
As she brought her scythe's head blade closer to her upper body scanning the smoke with her demonic vision she heard a voice vainly prattle from behind her, "Did thou truly expect to harm ME of all beings with such a weak attack?"
A powerful blow was the next thing that hit Rosemary's senses as Will gave her a powerful right hook straight in the cheek; the only thing she saw was Will's ever nearing fist near her right eyelid. The power packed punch sent the daughter of Her flying and crashing down not only on the mountain top but off it as she tumbled down the side of the rugged rock side, her cloak tearing to shards and ribbons as she fell in a fairly conveniently placed ditch, only a few hundred yards aways from Will whom looked down on the edged of the cliff. His face was with a wide smile on it, proud of his work he had done so far.
As white blots of electricity flashed and boomed around her Rose slowly rose to her feet. She looked down at her outfit and sighed. Why was it almost every time she fought her Reaper outfit was messed up in some way, shape or form? Oh well, she thought as she ripped open a dark blue and white swirling portal with her scythe, being more then used to taking a punch at this point in her life. She would just have to return the favor in spades is all!
As she reappeared and stepped out of her portal (which closed the moment she did so) she saw her cousin with his arms again crossed tapping his right foot impatiently as if she was late to lunch. His face had a peeved look on it and he had a half frown as well.
Rose got back into her fighting stance and smiled sheepishly at her cousin. "Sorry." she said in a buoyant but none the less sincere tone.
"You should be..." Will muttered back as he began to bring forth his versatile chains, now ready to continue their fight. Will snapped three of his chains spawned from his armor as if they were apart of it and shot at his cousin like a fishing reel line in an attempt to wrap them around her and brake Rose's body in two. The chains zig and zaged like drunken crazed snakes as they went after Rose from three different angles, left, right and straight. The brown haired demoness smiled as the straight chain was first to reach her, just as it was about to Rose brought Sassy up with her left and dominant hand and the chain wrapped itself around the silver weapon.
The other two chains however were also very quick and both of them were homing in on Rose's left and right side. Almost simultaneously Rose whipped out the one body part she almost never used, her devil tail, and caught the metal links in mid air, both of them now entangled with one another. At the same time the third and final chain homed in on its prey but Rose heard to coming due to her Huntress powers and was able to morph her hand into a crab claw and snatched the chain in one bite. As Rose's body quavered from the stress and strain keeping three attacks away from her the she devil let out a long and tired sigh of relief.
That had been far to close! Talk about a lucky brake, if she had not timed it like she had Rose knew she would now be in a world of hurt instead of just sore and stiff like she was now from holding the every thrashing chains back. Rose glanced up at Will who was smiling smugly at her, knowing full well the spider had trapped the fly and now she would fall like the insect that she was! However instead of a face twisted with fear Rose only gave her own devilish smirk, at which Will frown at her. What on earth did she have to smile about? It was then that Rose transformed into her Hyper form, keeping the chains held at bay as she morphed. The transformation only took a few seconds and when she finished Rose turn and twisted her body back in an almost completely circler fashion, pulling on each chain as hard as she could.
Will had only enough time to look down at his chain (the left and right ones he had held in his arms/hands) and gulped. The metal links tightened from the strain of being pulled, sending their master flying right into the very person they were trying to harm as the trashed back and forth like crazed beasts almost as if they had minds of their own. As the blond man flew to his cousin in mid air he couldn't help but wonder what on earth he had to fear from Rose's little stunt, she was all tied up after all. Or was she? It was then that Will noticed for the first time since their battle had started the two large black high heels like boots that Rose seemed to always wear, a gift from her mother and it was then that her plan became clear to him.
Just as Will was about to crash into his cousin Rose shot her right knee straight up just as his jaw pasted under her. The blow connected with a powerful CRACK noise, the animal like chains recoiling to their master's armor as Will fell to the ground with a powerfully loud crash. He then let out a small moan as he began to rub his jaw, still stinging from the blow that had been dealt to him by his cousin. As he sat up (rubbing his jaw as he did so) and looked over to Rose he saw that she had turned back into her normal appearance and was smiling at him. Not a vain or in-your-face sort of smile but a bona fide, happy smile.
"Had enough?" Rose called out, still all smiles to him as a large blot of lightning hit the ground near them, her devil tail flickering back and forth out of pure habit. Will simply jumped up to his feet and yelled back to her; "Of course NOT wench!" Stupid wore. He added mentally. With his guard lowered Rose saw her chance to strike. Sassy began to glow a light purple color, the warmth of the spell radiating off of the scythe head like a fire place or electric heater. Then quickly enough so Will would have no time to react, Rose pointed her entire weapon at him like a gun and screamed out: Thunderflare!"
A brilliant and extremely powerful blast of light purple lighting shot from the scythe head liked a sugar high blue hedgehog running for its life and hit Will dead on, whom did not even have enough time to utter a groan of pain his eyes only widened when the spell hit him. The force of the blow WAS the same spell Rose had used on Will only less then half an hour ago but this one had the kid gloves removed off it.
The difference between the two attacks was lucid to someone as Will was vain, and that was saying something. When said blast had hit its home a large black smokescreen instantly covered half the mountain top up making it look like to someone down below that the volcano had came back to life once again. Rose smiled to herself mentally, it was time that Will finally got his head deflated a good bit and she was just the person to do it! She began to charge Sassy's head this time a raven black.
"Death Ray"
This blot of energy was black in color and unlike Rose's first attack was shapeless and more blob like then Thunderflare had been, it looked more like a pure beam of energy then anything less. The ray consumed Will's stunned body, having hit the young man true. Although the armor protected his body from a killing stroke (not that he would have died then with his cousin so near by) Will's flesh still burned and screamed to his brain in a nerve shattering pain. The blond 22 year old hit the ground and tumbled down lifelessly, chunks of his armor falling off his body as smashed into the ground over and over again down the mountain and smashed into the ground causing bolder and pieces of gravel flew up into the air, landing down like rain fall.
Rose then walked over to the edge of the mountain top and looked down at her work; she then gave a small half smile. Although she was unable to see her cousin due to being so high up she knew that Will was right now in a lot of pain, something that never failed to make her smile.
As the blond young man lay in his crater, stun and dazed from the sudden attacks and ignoring the pain as best he could he picked himself off the ground before the magma breached though the cracks in the ground. Slowly he rose up out of his five feet grave and looked up and the mountain, or to be precise the person standing on top of it and silently cursed. How in the world could he have fallen for something as simple as that? It was an insult! The son of Mini Mandy gave a snort of anger and with a clap of his fingers vanished in a powerful black swell of fire and brimstone.
The brown haired she devil ears twitched as the sound of a quick flame appearing breach her eardrums. Rose quickly spun around to see Will, a few dozen so feet away from her and a little black and blue but other wise unharmed. As his armor was visible repairing itself he was smiling all the while like a mad man. As Will crossed his arms, causing the armor to crunch under the change in presser, he broke his signature smile as he opened his lips to speak.
"What art going to do now O dearest cousins?" Will asked in mock sympathy but with a look of bona fide wonderment on his now black and blue face.
"This ya little bastard!" A bloodthirsty snarl was mixed into the reply from Rose Mary's maw sounding quite beast like and almost befitting of her now growing anger. Rose then ran at her cousin with full speed, Sassy held back at the ready for any and all beheading. When she was half way to Will she swung her scythe down in mid air in a diagonal swing and screamed out the words "Magna Guillotine!" A powerful hot pink colored shock wave in the shape almost of an actual guillotine erupted from Sassy's head and traveled right towards Will with a speed that even lower level demons wouldn't be able to doge.
However Will was hardly low level demon, just as the shock wave was about to hit Will snapped his fingers and vanished once more from his spot, the attack spell went past the empty air and out into the plane where is slowly disappear from sight.
"Where are you, you coward?" Rose screamed at the top of her lungs at the lifeless land, her voice echoing all though out the empty mountain range. Her only reply was a random blast of light green lighting, (no doubt curiosity of Will) which she deflected with her scythe, a deep and echoing haunting voice then graced her demonic ears.
"Why should I cousin?" The vain and cocky voice that was unmistakably Will's asked with a hint of curiosity. It was now thousands of times louder then before and sounded as if he was speaking into the end of a VERY large Megaphone. "So thou may make play at 'beating me'? I think not! Thou are still not good enough to even lick the ground that I walk on, let alone be able to best me in battle! I have hidden my greatness somewhere on this plane of existence. Our little game will be whether or not thou can fine me or if I must make myself known and rip thy very sense of living limb by limb. Who knows? I may even place a bomb within thy body just as thou wilt leave the realm of the living, as a tribute of sorts."
At this Rose huffed out a snort and rolled her red eyes back, sticking her tongue out as she did so. Tribute her ass, Will would odds are just be to lazy to come up with anything original so why not just rip off a mass murdering emo path tin can with a fairly silly hairstyle?
The young blonds’ voice seemed to come from every direction, which was a great annoyance to Rose due to the fact that she wasn't able to track Will down, even with her Huntress powers at her disposal. Rose closed her eyes and started to concentrate her past decade of on and off training, going though her options carefully in her mind, the booming sound of hasting electrical bolts and flashes of energy attempted to block Rose's mind from rational thought but she did her best to think anyways. If there was one thing her fight with Dick had taught her it was expect nothing and suspect everything.
After a few moments the brunet let out a small sigh, she then wiped her now sweating forehead, and closed her eye and even put her hands over her ears in order to lessen the now ever growing headache she was starting to get and tried to get some form of train of thought working.
"Alright Rose, stay calm and think this though. Rushing this fight is that last thing you want to do. You can't let that little smart ass provoke you or you’re only going to lose this battle. I have no idea where Will is hiding at, I can't use my Huntress powers and try to locate him though scent because knowing Will odds are he's covered every part of that section of my powers. I also just can't go around teleporting and scrying haphazardly with my devil magic or I'll run out of energy in no time. I can't use my reaper powers and just make a few easy made scouts to go look for Will due to the lack of dead people and the fact that resurrection is not my forte and I can't even bring a pet gerbil back to life with out screwing up somehow so that's also out of the question..."
As Rose went over her choices (and tried to ignore the lighting) she knew that there was one thing she could do that would enable her to find Will's hiding place but she would only do so as a last resort. However as she went over each plan of action in her head with her available resources her brain crept back to her last ditch, type Z plan. After spending close to half an hour of thinking Rose knew what she had to do. With new found resolve she opened her eyes, her path was clear.
"You brought this on yourself Blondie." Rose muttered to herself as she began her spell and braced her body for its transformation.
With a small cry Rose began to change, both physically and mentally. Her's daughter fell to her knees, now on all fours and gave a shriek that quickly turned into a cry of pure tormented torture. A black evil glow engulfed Rose's body and the morphing began. Her body began to rise in shape and form as her back rose up with muscle attachments and spikes, her cloak starting to rip at the seams, and the rest of Rose's body very quickly followed.
Her hands slowly lost some of their more sensitive feeling and slowly morphed into three pronged talons, both of them with razor sharp claws that would allow Rose to rip and slash though metal, rock and flesh alike with the greatest of ease. Rose's brown hair was slowly starting to lessen and lessen until there was only a small bit of fuzz on the top of her noggin. Both her reaper cloak and black high heel boots both exploded from the strain of keeping up with the owners ever growing body size, although at this point Rose's body was far to beast like in appearance to stop the transformation even if she had wanted to.
The back legs slowly rose up in height as well and in seconds were the same size and shape as Rose's front paws. The skin while it still had its organ reddish color was becoming thicker, harder and rugged like a true monster's hid. With a sickning crackling noise Rose's sleek tail was also becoming part of the transformation, it was slowly doubling, if not tripling in size, weight and spikiness. At about 18 feet Rose's body stooped growing in height and depth. Only Rose's face seemed to have remained the same, a little more beast like with a larger jaw and longer, thicker and over all sharper teeth, but for the most part the same, her eyes looked a little sharper and her forehead horns had long since disappeared since the transformation took place. Yet all and all Rose's face still managed to keep its feminine look. As far as her mind went Rose's personality was more or less the same, a little de-evolved but roughly the same as before her transformation.
Suddenly second head spawn itself from the base of Rose's right side of her neck. The new head had one red eye with a small iris in it and a pair of choppers that could crush a tank with ease. Both heads let out a bloodthirsty screech, the vibrations of which caused small avalanches all across the volcano range. It was as if to say that Rose's Gravechill transformation was now complete.
The right head let out a small cry of joy but was quickly interrupted by all five of her bellies screamed to her of the need of nourishment. The right then sniffed around with her nose, which was only two holes on both heads, although she couldn't smell anything something told her there was SOMETHING to eat here, wherever here was. Actually now that she looked around the female Gravechill couldn't help but wonder where her pack was, or her mate even for that matter.
A mate! How could that idea have not occurred to her sooner? She needed powerful Gravechill for her mate as any self respecting female GC would have, any weaklings she would rip apart as appetizers or a snack. A mate meant children and children meant wealth, in the Gravechill world at least. It was settled then! She would find a quick bite to snack on, then a mate, and then kids! Just as the right head told her body to leap down the left oddly enough commanded the other half to stay, the result was half of the Rosechill crashing down to the ground and causing a small tremor forcing the earth below her to split open with cracks in the ground.
"No!" A female voice said with authority in her tone. "You will stay where you are I do as I say, have I made myself clear?" It took the right head a moment before it dawned on her that it was her left that was bossing her around, which didn't make the slightest lick of sense.
When the right looked over at her left she was taken back by how un-Gravechill like her left head looked like. What in the world was going on? Gravechill heads never argued with one another, they worked together to eat and mate! Not bicker like... dare she mention it? Demons?
"Who do you think you are?" The right asked hiding her fear as best she could.
"My...name...is...Rosemary." The left replied slowly, not quite yet use to her new tongue and language yet.
Right gave a puzzled look, "Rosemary, rosemary food? Yes?"
The left head shook itself no. "I'm not food," She said as if she was talking to a very simple minded three year old with ADD. "I need your body and your help to find someone I'm fighting. He is a very powerful person and I need all the help I can get."
"When we find boy we eat him up? Yes?" The right asked the left, who only shook itself once more as a response.
"No, no eating. We just find him and fight him."
"Snack for babies?"
"Nope. And no kids either."
The right head was now starting to freak out with each answer the left gave her. A Gravechill life was made up of eating and reproduction with mate (there were no gay Gravechill, that is known to demon kind), yet this odd looking left head didn't seem to want any part of that.
"You... not Gravechill, not real Gravechill. Yes?" The right head asked with her voice slowly starting to crack in fear and self doubt. Her small and primitive world was falling apart around her and she had no choice but to do what her left head told her to do.
The right head couldn't help but notice the left roll her two eyes (a rarity in the Gravechill race) in sarcasm.
"Well it took you long enough." Rosemary muttered in an annoyed tone. She then looked as the taken back left head and gave an evil smile. "I love bursting peoples bubbles and being the bearer of bad news so get this, your not a real Gravechill either sweetheart. Your soul is just locked away some place in my body from being digested by my belly so I can use your body and powers to my advantage. If anything you’re just a cheep knock off."
"Shut up! Yes?" The left screamed as two large almost river like streams of acidic tears trickled down her face and dripped off her jaw, causing small holes to form on the rocky earth it landed on. Although she didn't want to admit what this know it all left head was saying as the truth she knew deep down what this Rosemary was speaking off was as true as it came. The female Gravechill right head then broke down into powerful sobs, something that would have been an insult to her entire race. How on earth did this happen? It was then that the right head began replaying her life so she could find out when and how some mere demon had managed to put her soul in her weak little body.
Her mother had been the chef leader of her pack (as was the case with most Gravechill societies) but she had been the last of her daughters, the smallest one in the whole tribe. In the Gravechill world any small, sick or old was kill and eaten by the rest of the pact, however it had come to a surprise to everyone, the mother include when the smallest and thought to be weakest newborn Gravechill daughter single handily slaughtered and devoured each and every single one of her 203 siblings, letting out a very loud and satisfied belch after awards. At only 200 years old this youngest Gravechill was still a baby but she had managed to kill all of her siblings who were much older and powerful and she had barley broken a sweat!(not to mention that her belch had been quite impressive as well)
Most surprised and amazed by her rise from runt of the littler was the very person who gave birth to her, was the littlest Gravechills mother. For the first time since her birth the youngest of the chef's children was treated as an equal, with love and respect (as much as a flesh eating monster of a mother could give) however the barbaric happiness did not last long. A few days after the young Gravechill had eaten all of her siblings two demons showed up, with odd round, fleshy things on their chest the moved as the walked. One was the taller and far more attractive raven haired mother and the other was her daughter, whose hair was a mud brown mane had carried on her a sliver weapon which the Gravechill girl was unable to identify. Both had tails with spikes on the end and outfits with fluffy white things around their necks and wrists that swayed in the wind.
The mother of the two demoness asked that both the chef and his or her strongest offspring to fight then to the death, if they won then both her and her daughters hides would be theirs. If they won then THEIR powers would become theirs for the taking. Although the chef did not understand what the she-devil mother meant she accepted with a vain grin. It wasn't as if they could lose right? The newly arisen baby Gravechill gave a proud smirk with both her heads. Her first demon to feast on! She waged her tail like a very, VERY powerful and evil dog from her own joy. Life didn't get much better then this!
As she looked down at her meal she saw the uneasy expression on her face and how the brown haired she-devil gripped her familiar tightly in her orange hands. The right head licked her choppers while the left gave a small chuckle of glee. They both took a small look back to their mother, who all three heads were not removing their glaze from the stunningly raven haired women. Both she-devils glanced at each other and simultaneously snapped their right fingers, in doing so both sets of mothers and daughters vanished from sight in two swells of black flames that left the grassland burned and scorched badly.
The four monsters reappeared on an almost identical piece of grassland, both Gravechill mother and daughter giving both entirely damned female’s hungry, haunting looks. With that the battle between mother vs. mother and daughter vs. daughter began. And given the hard earned reputation of the Gravechill species the fight was not as one sided or as quick as the Gravechill daughter would have liked it to be. Her brown haired meal spent her time keeping her distance and blasting her with magic spell, then attacking her with that weapon of hers when Gravechill daughter was regenerating her wounds and healing her pain. The young sibling killer also sensed that her food also wasn't that skilled or adept at fighting but wasn't without some merit of power in her own right. That and the fact that she was lasting as long as she was against a demon of her power was somewhat impressive.
However as the fight dragged on so did the young Gravechills ever growing anger. Every failed slash and swipe she gave the she-devil she repaid with a cleave from her weapon, causing a fairly decent cut to appeared on the young Gravechills right claw. A reverent of lukewarm black blood slowly seeped from the wound. However in mere moments the scratch healed itself and (much to the so called snacks annoyance) and the two daughters continued. As the fight went on so did the Gravechill child's anger which bubbled and increased with each failed blow she was unable to strike on her demonic snack along with the occasional counter attack that the brown hair she-devil was every now and then able to give back.
When both sets of mothers and daughters had been battling each other for well over an hour it was then that a blood drenched scream broke then battle like a rock though a house made of glass. Both daughters ceased their fight, the brown she-devil being the more of the two who was worst for wear, and spun around to see the source of the wail of pain and where it had come from. When the Gravechill daughter's heads saw what they saw for a moment the were too stun to accept it. Both mothers were badly beaten, blood on both sides mixed together like some sort of sick smoothie. There had been boxing championship fights that had came out as less of a mess that the two females were currently in.
The fact that a Gravechill could be this badly beaten by a mere devil, let alone a chef, was completely forge the the young flesh eating monstrosity. It was then that too her shock a wail of indescribable pain shot out from none other then her mother’s mouths. The Gravechill daughter only watched in a twist of fear and disbelief as her mother's entire body was compressed by two powerful and large rock made bands. Both of them roughly the size of two armored vehicle in with and 20 times as powerful. With a sickening combination of a crack and a snap sound the Gravechill chef was now bonded down to the ground, hollowing in pain as the two bands slowly tighten themselves around her bus wide body.
The raven haired she-devil then walked towards her foe and with a blurring jerk of her arm, the she-devil's crab like hand shot right into the body like a bullet though cardboard, leaving a hole though the monsters body roughly the size of a basketball. The chef's body jerked and twitched around as a reflex, which only tightened her imprisonment from her two powerful bonds ever more so. The daughter wanted to help her mother but before she could even move one claw in her direction a sharp, stinging pain like a thousand bee stings shot though her back side. The last thing she saw before the depressing darkness filled her every sense was the look of fear and regret on her mothers faces, only the sound of her constant wailing fill the Gravechill child's ears until a blank emptiness replaced all around her.
The right Gravechill head awoke from her flash back with a sudden startled jolt of energy. Her face was a cross between a terrible realization and new found knowledge. As she glanced at the head named Rosemary she saw on her face what looked like one of pure boredom.
"You do with your trip down memory lane?" Rosemary asked lazily as she let out a long and slightly tired yawn from having taken the flashback's time to rest herself up some.
The left gave an uneasy nod. "Ready."
With that the two headed monster leaped up in the air, Will's scent was as thick in the classic element as pea soup. With the smell acquired the Rosechill shot off renewed and ready to kick some ass.
The 22 year old son of Minnie in question, was sitting cross legged in one of the very few caves that existed in Hell Maw. The hideout was located at the very bottom of the volcano. An evil black flame was held in the palm of the blond man's hands as it licked and danced around the air as any normal flame would. Will had ditched the armor and had gone back to his normal pure Heartless black suite and deep red tie. He only stared at the ever dripping water from inside the cave and saw, with a mild interest, that it was now starting to sprinkle rain droplets outside. Will would give his "dear and beloved" cousin about five more minutes, after that she would have had her time and was then fair game in his book.
As Rose's new body crashed from mountain side to mountain side like a tank she couldn't help but use every single bit of her will power to fight back even the simplest of Gravechill fundamental nature such as mating and the urge to eat being alive and whole. Although it was a fact that the Gravechill transformation was THE most powerful one at her disposal it was also the one that Rose had the least control over, and the one she had devoured had only been a child. Rose's mother, Her had gotten an adult and had LONG since mastered the Gravechill transformation flawlessly, as everyone expected.
Rose did her best to keep her thoughts focused on her job at finding Will, something with her new body wouldn't be much of a challenge considering she would be at his location in about five minutes. With a burst of speed from her back legs Rose cut that time in half, in moments she had reached the cave.
Will's head shot up with a fair bit of honest surprise. Cousin Rosemary was here already? Must have used her Huntress powers to find him. With a shrug of his shoulder blades the blond young man walked out to greet his cousin only to be greeted back by a large and powerful pair of shining white teeth that looked as sharp as cutting knives. Will however did not even blink in shock. Just as the right head was about to swallow him whole the left head screamed something in some garbled language that was lost on the vain young boy's ears. Slowly the right head shrank back with a look that seemed to resemble shame or regret of some form.
It was then that Rose began to start her painful metamorphoses back into her fallen angelic form. As the brown haired demon's body twisted and churned back into its true appearance Rose Mary wailed and screeched to the very heavens themselves in pain and agony. To worsen the matter the transformation back was a long one, an exact five minutes of time. Time that Will did nothing but fold his arms together and waited. It was true that he did hate his cousin, and his fool of an uncle and his bitch of an aunt. (All of those terms being of Will's own definition of his family members) But if there was one thing that William Poe Reaper had that no amount of dime a dozen Powerpuff knock offs had it, that thing in question was manners. The grandson of Mandy was a gentleman first and a being of evil second. Besides, there was nothing not even someone with Will's experience of torture could do to make his cousin Rose suffer any more then she already was at the moment in time.
When Rose had finished her painful change back, she let out a gasp of air as a reflex of sorts. Her once only slightly sweet covered head quickly broke out like a rash but with natural body liquids in place of an unappealing skin change and the itch that came with it. As she whipped her face and tied her brown hair back into a single ponytail Will unfolded his arms.
"Done?" He asked bluntly.
Rose replied with a simple but effective yes. Round two was now about to start.
Rose was quick to whip out Sassy once more from hammer space and raised it back, the head now starting to glow a sky blue sort of color and small crystallized chunks of sub zero ice was starting to take root on the tip of the head's blade as well as on the four diagonal "petals" that rested in the center of the now light blue head. Will response was just as impressive if not more so. The blond held out both his hands by his hip side and with a mental flick both his arms up to his should blades were e lit with raven black and blood red flames that seemed to set both limbs ablaze. His face was now twisted with demented pleaser as his own flames never harmed him. Rose smirked as well as she hopped back a good bit and both cousins positioned themselves as they could both gain a good running start.
When the two were about a good 30 or so feet away from each other both Rose and Will did the finishing touches with their attacks. Sassy's head was now all but covered sub zero ice, from the trio spikes at the top of the head to the back blade the rested in the back. All was a frozen compact ice age.
The flames on Will's arms seemed to disappear at first but in reality they were simply being concentrated in two places. Will's left and right palms as well as all ten of his fingers were engulfed in a black fiery glow which would burn any normal person to ashes instantly. His sadist grin only grew wider in joy. Both cousin's hearts began to pump more life giving blood as both Rose and Will ran at each other, Rose with a look of confidence on her face as her brown haired whipped back and forth wildly in the wind as she charged to her relative and Will with a crazed but at the same time almost happy grin on his face, blond hair just as if not even more wild looking then Roses'.
As the charged reached its apex when both Rose and Will were only a few inches away from the other they both screamed out the name of their attacks, their voices seemed to almost reach the very pit of Hades and lower.
"Blast Cannon!"
"Pyroclasm!"
Rose's clustered cylinder ray of sub zero ice erupted from her beloved Sassy like a bat out of hell and collided with Will's impressively wide wave of flame thrower styled Hellfire. As the two extremist of extreme temperatures of hot and cold hit the very impact shook not only the ground and caused an small explosion but also sent both Will and Rose flying back in opposite directions a good few yards away from one another. To make the situation even more interesting a dense yet mild fog rolled in from the reaction of the two attacks that had only moments before been forced together. Since the fog was magically made neither Rose nor Will's eyes would be able to help them see, however Rose with her heighten senses from her Huntress powers had little to worry with this change in the battlefield.
As she mentally planed out her next course of action Rose felt a tug of linked metal constrict itself around her waist. Will (who was in the center of the fog) had his largest and strongest chain yet, so powerful that he had to hold the metallic bonding with both his arms and his hands. Will's evil grin widened as he gave the strongest pull he could and his poor simple minded cousin was sent flying right out of the fog where she crashed face first into the volcano's stone hard ground. Rose's ungraceful landing had even left a slightly humorous imprint in the outline of her body.
A low but powerful crackle of thunder could be heard from up above as if the gods themselves were watching the show and enjoying every moment that they saw. Before she could react in any way, shape or form Rose felt another powerful pull on her waist as she was sent hurdling though the air, barley holding on to her precious scythe as she was flung around like a dog toy, back and forth leaving one Rose shaped hole after another. Even though he was robbed of sight Rose's wails of pain made Will's heart warm with happiness.
As both the time and the holes began to rack up Will felt the slow but eventual boredom settle in. Having had his fun he let the chain go and heard it crash with Rose still attached to let some where in the distance. The last of the fog was now dying away and his vision was slowly being returned to him.
Dazed, beating, and black and blue in more places then she had ever been before Rose Mary slowly rose her quavering body of the bruised and smashed ground, having to use both her tail and her scythe to support herself up. As Rose calmed her body down and got it to stop shaking from the ever stinging pain she knew that her next blow would either have to end this fight or at least tip the odds in her favor.
Rose knew that if there was ever a time to use THAT attack it was now. Rose held Sassy, not like an axe styled weapon like she normally did but as a staff of sorts. She then struck the ground with the bottom shaft's blade which dug a fair bit into blacken earth. Then to Will's curiosity large pinkish color lancing spears of energy appeared around the grandson of Mandy, the pillars were spinning quickly around his body like a blender on mixing mode. The boy was now trapped by pillars of ever glowing death.
Rose was quick to bring out her scythe and pointed straight up at the sky. A 150 meter wide single beam of pure white energy shot up over hundred feet in the air, Will was all but caught in the blast. As the blast slowly but surly faded away to nothingness and Will's batted and limped body hung in the air like a broken toy Rose then vanished in a quick puff of pink smoke and reappeared to her injured cousin and began to rabidly and restlessly attack the blond young man's body, each and every slash she gave Will was a was filled with a blood thirsty rage from all the abuse she had put up with him over the years. When the savage blows were dealt Rose finished by giving her stuck up, windbag of a relative one final smack with her scythe. The force of the blow sent Will's tattered and now heavily bleeding body down to the circle of energy which pulsed like a heartbeat and seemed to almost be waiting for the hansom Shakespearean child.
When Will's body did hit the ground the largest pillar of sheer power yet shot itself from the ground, the energy beam consisted of two twin spiraling energy of darkness and light that twisted against the other. The corpse was forced to take the blunt of the pillar; the ending blow had ten times the power of an atomic bomb. As Rose landed on the ground she couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.
"Last Requiem Willie, took every bit of remaining energy I had let but it was MORE then worth it!"
With that Rose wiped her forehead and let out a long tired sigh, she then sat her body down. She then watched Will's body plumit to the ground and gave a gleeful laugh when the body hit the ground. The blond young man had long since been knocked out but even though he was beaten into submission he was still alive. Rose then walked over to Will's body and picked up, in a pink flash both being left the battle field to return back to their home, the capital of the Underworld with one less beaten within an inch of their life then the other. Rose knew that Will wouldn't be happy when he awoke and learned that he had finaly lost to his "stupid wore of a cousin". As she made her way to the castle front gate Rose couldn't help but giggle at as she imagined Will's face red with rage and anger. Now that was something to see.
Author's Comments
This easily has to be the longest thing I have written to date, over nine THOUSAND words. In ONE document! I expect a good bit of commenting for this one. So don't just read and then run off, actually say what you liked and/or disliked about this story.
And for those of you who may or may not care this is more or less Eylam's late B day gift of sorts seeing as how he was the ONLY person who comment on the journal entry when I put the poll up, and odds are I would have made it longer but I decided after reaching close to the 9,000 mark that it really needed to end soon so if the ending seems rushed then that's the reason why. BTW Griddles I DARE you to read every single part of this story and still try to tell me that my writing is crap! Oh and a free Internet cookie for anyone who finds the references to Griddles PPGD fanfic thingy.
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