Chapter CCV: Dial O for “Oh Mother of God!” ~Multehx

Nictem sneered as Multehx glared at him, snorting as he recovered his stamina.

"So, feeling the burn yet, 707?" Nictem taunted.

Multehx growled, slightly angered. "You keep on laughin' while I break that jaw of yours offa yer face!"

Nictem showed mock hurt on his face. "I'm truly hurt; you don't realize how that just killed all my kind feelings toward you."

He looked seriously hurt for a moment before bursting out in laughter.

Multehx growled and swung his claw diagonally upward. A shadow projection burst through the rock wall and aimed itself to impale Nictem. However, the Twilighter quickly moved to the side of where he was hovering, only suffering a minor cut instead. He shot a glare at the other Twilighter.

"G'nyaah, you shall pay for causing me pain!" he bellowed, throwing his hands out.

His body and arms began to pulse with a black light and flames of the same ghastly shade formed along them.

"Prepare to meet your ancestors – SOUL CORROSION!"

White flames flew from Nictem's hands into the air above him. Each changed slightly, forming into the shapes of ghastly faces and ghoulish forms before they streaked toward Multehx with hellish speed. Multehx threw up an arm to defend before being engulfed by the spectres. The force of it smashed him with his back to the wall with such force that he was driven several feet in, and a giant sized crater formed around him.

Pseudo winced as Nictem flew down and readied a flame in his gloved hand at outside the crater. He grinned demonically. "Weatherman's callin’ for a HOT one tonight!!"

Throwing his hand forward, the small flame instantly became a rushing pillar of fire, shooting from his open palm, crossing the distance, and pouring over Multehx's body with dramatically intense heat.

A sound the mixture of screams of agony and an unceasing rushing fire filled the air. As the fires finally faded, a slightly charred, with clothes still burning in spots, Multehx forced himself off the wall and pushed off hard, lunging for his prey. But Nictem didn't even blink or move a muscle. Pseudo frowned, trying to figure out what the Council member was up to, until the gleam of the lava's light bounced off the staff in a hand behind his back. Instantly, the idea came to light.

"Agent, watch out! Behind his back–" the Time Bender began to cry out, but it was a moment too late.

In a rush of movement, Nictem pulled out his golden staff, dodged to the side of the agent slightly, and smashed the ornate rod down upon him. Multehx went spiralling downwards toward the sea of lava below. But Nictem wasn't about to let him go yet. Deftly pulling his clawed hand up with a flick of his wrist, the lava below the agent shot up in a molten geyser. At the head of it was a tremendous hardened ball of lava.

Instead of crashing straight through the object, the ball proved to be firm enough to cause 707's body to smack into its surface with tremendous force, almost giving him whiplash and snapping his neck as he impacted. The orange-skinned demon chuckled sinisterly as the geyser continued upward rapidly, until the ball crashed against the jagged ceiling with great force. The lava died down, and the rock fell away from the hole its impact created, leaving only Multehx still stuck in the ceiling. Eventually, gravity took over and his body fell loose and began downward. But his boot was still stuck in the ceiling and he dangled there.

The agent's assailant appeared before him, tsking and putting his arms akimbo. "Hmm, quite a situation you're in there. Care for me to help shake you loose?"

He snickered cruelly as he crashed his staff into the side of Multehx's head, then followed up with a vicious knee to his face, and finished it off with a flaming claw downward, which raked a bloody trail across the demon's body and caught him on the chin.

Pseudo shook his head and Grimmy wiped sweat from his brow as they watched 707 plunge down to a fiery fate that awaited him below. Grimmy leaned over and muttered to Havering something about "Casey Jones:Part 2."

Nictem looked down, half-amusedly before throwing his staff down with great speed. It beat Multehx down and seemed to stick standing straight up on the lava's surface, only slightly immersed at the base. The strange design of its head pulsed with red light as the lava boiled violently. The staff shook, then flew straight towards the falling Multehx. The head of it struck the small of his back with such force that it pierced clean through, continued up and stuck in the cieling, dripping the agent's green blood. Multehx spiralled as he fell, slower than before, but now with a nasty hole clean through his chest. He bounded violently as he hit a portion of the rock wall that stuck out slightly. But, as he turned and continued falling, he caught hold of a small stalagmite protruding up from it.

He strained to maintain his grip, over the pain in his body. He felt his life's blood trickling onto the rock and eating away at it with its acidic nature. He could only sense the boots of his opponent taking alight on the protrusion above the stalagmite. He could feel himself weaken and his hand began to grow numb. His vision began to blur and distort. He grew dizzy and felt his hand slipping free.