Reborn. (Open RP)

Naamah stood at the sign that said "Welcome to Hell." She giggles obnoxiously with a devious grin painted upon her face. "Hell is in Michigan." The snow on the ground making it all the more humorous to her, seeing as how Hell had indeed froze over. There was snow in Hell Michigan in December obviously. Not a lot of it at the moment mind you but it was still chilled over pretty nicely. Had Naamah not been... Well... Naamah. She might have needed to wear some winter clothes.

Delicate crimson fingers crack open the pages of a book crafted in flesh and written in blood. Her golden eyes read the ancient inscriptions written in languages that have been dead for centuries. Not all have forgotten. She remembers the words and their meanings. Not just speaking them, she seems to be singing them as a chant.

And as she does an ancient evil is awoken as the entire township of Hell Michigan is swallowed by a dark curtain of shadow that blankets it and all who inhabit it. The entire township is reborn into a monstrous version of its former self. The living shadow binds with the reality and becomes tainted with an unholiness. The people become monsters, the critters become beasts, the water becomes acidic and corrosive, the plant life becomes poisonous, even the soil becomes toxic. "Now it looks the part." She says with a wicked chuckle as she walks towards town. There is a biker bar nearby that has a bottle of booze with her name on it. And after she kills a man she will also have herself a new set of wheels as well.

There is a rose in the devils garden... Her beauty cuts just like a knife... They say she even grows in the winter time... And blooms in the dead of the night. Agrat Bat Mahlat blooms in the devils garden... Her beauty cuts just like a knife... She builds her Kingdom in the forests of Hell Michigan and rules over the corrupted by her sister Naamah's wilderness. She enjoys being sampled by its vileness, the wilds have become aware and hungry with mindless self indulgence. Violating all and any who wander to close to its boarders, with extreme force.

Happy times. That's what this was... happy times. Drink a beer, play some pool, knock some sh#thead's teeth out every once in a while. Yea, this is a happy time... Benny's bar, a biker hangout in Hell, Michigan. Despite the name, the place really wasn't that bad- though, coming from a man like Trevor, that wasn't saying all too much.

The Celt had been hiding out in Hell for quite a while, away from the Cape Killers and Capes running around, getting in his business. Not his fault he was born with claws that dice through anything... wasn't his fault his family is a bunch of evil-slayer warriors. Not his fault, not his issue... well, that's what he'd like to believe. He's actually dead wrong, and what is about to happen to Hell is gonna prove it.

"Say, Benny, mind getting me another-" Trevor starts to ask while resting his eyes, when a pool cue hit him in the back of his head. It snapped, and he did too. Twisting around, he grabbed his attacker by the throat... it was Sammy, an older biker he'd been making pals with... or at least, it used to be him. His flesh was rotted and smelled of pestilence, and his eyes were black pits.

"Why does this f#cking sh#t followme around?" He said. Without a second thought, his claws were out in a *SNIKT*, and he sliced the old man's head off. Dropping the corpse, the beast looked around... all the bikers in Hell, turned into ravenous beasts. "...F#ck me." He says before charging the closest one in a roar.

@_celt: Samson strode through the woods his feet were dirty and scratched from the dirt and rocks he must have looked strange to normal people in his black gi and red headband without shoes and all he owned in his small rucksack that he carried on his back it was about the size most people would use just for their gym clothes but this was the price he paid in his quest to become the greatest fighter he had to forsake luxuries such as shoes .

It was this quest that brought him to this part of the country he had come seeking a warrior known as Trevor apparently he was a powerful hand to hand fighter Samson hoped he would provide a real challenge otherwise this journey would all be for naught a fly began to buzz around Samson so he swatted it in one swipe then his instincts kicked in as a tree branch came swinging down in an attempt to hit Samson but Samson grabbed the branch in mid air and ripped it off the tree .

Samson ran at the tree and proceeded to start punching holes through the base of the tree since he was not using runes his arms started to get cut but Samson was not deterred more branches came down in an attempt to hit Samson but before they had the chance Samson jumped in the air gave the tree a mighty kick and it began to fall after all the structural damage from his punches weakened the base of the tree.

Sensing he was both figuratively and literally not out of the woods Samson turned to see a pack of people come his way while they somewhat looked like normal people they were clearly not in their right mind the first one came charging at him and Samson quickly dispatched with a spinning high kick to the skull with enough force behind it to the crack the Demon's skull .

Another moved in and Samson delivered a hard kick to it's ankle forcing it to drop to one knee where Samson preformed a mid air stomp on it's face causing the demon to fly back no doubt dead from the attack another demon came from behind him and attempted to grab him from behind Samson quickly gave it a spinning elbow to the ribs stunning it momentarily he then grabbed the demon and flipped him over his shoulder causing it to land on the broken base of the tree which impaled it with broken tree bit's the demon squirmed for a bit then stopped moving.

Samson looked around him at the dead demon's their corpses now completely still when he heard a snapping of a twig ahead of him and he saw a much larger group of demon's heading his way they seemed to be going the opposite way of the town which meant all Samson had to do was dispatch this group and he would be at the town Samson dashed toward the pack ready to tear them apart he knew that if Trevor was as good as they said he was then their is no way these things would kill him.

@_celt: The shift is effortless as the 6'2" well muscled crimson skinned beauty changes to her much smaller counterpart. Her golden eyes become a celestial blue, her crimson skin shifts to a bronze tan. Naamah in her human form looked to be a small delicate desert flower. Her features were of that of an Egyptian woman. Her eyes were almond shaped and appeared as though they should be dark, the heavenly blue is a bit unique looking even in its beauty lays mystery.

She is dressed in a sleek black dress that shows off her womanly curves, other then the dress she wears a few bits of ancient looking golden jewlery. The stuff you would expect to see at a museum in the Egypt exhibit. All that remains of her brilliant crimson skin is upon her lousious full lips. Her lips that still wear a wicked looking smirk from the dark delight she has for her recent activities.

Naamah takes her book of power and she swallows it whole. Deciding to hide it in the best hiding place she can think of, inside of herself. Who would think to look there?

She then makes her way into Benny's bar just in time to see a clawed man slice some of her monsters into meaty ribbons. She hides her anger with the look of shock and fear. Her acting is flawless as she screams at the sight I the horror filled scene. "Oh my god! What the sh*t?!" She says as she hides behind a nearby knocked over table.

Victories HQ

Alex was in her private quarters studying a book of abstract magic borrowed from the HQ library. Dark Vengeance had spared no expense in stocking up the HQ with every and any possible thing the team may ever need. She did have to explain to him why she need magic books instead of just Googling a spell. The simple fact was some spells spoiled and went bad if not bound to paper. Not to mention all the tech savvy witches who scrubbed the internet of magic spells and references on a daily basis.

She sitting at a table provided in her room, boning up on her combat magics to better serve the team, when the vision hit her. A vision of Hell. A waking nightmare. Not a nightmare though. An astral message. Something had summoned her soul her to see this. To be a witness.

Silently she walked through up the street, less substantial then a shadow. Demons and monsters roamed the street freely, killing at will. Alex watched as 'something' disguised as a doll, and walking just as stiffly crawled out of the drain off, and laid down next to the sidewalk. Occasionally it would say "Mama" in a dolls mechanical voice. Alex didn't know what this thing was. The Damon Manu told her though. It whispered of a demon that only fed on children. That it craved the innocent flesh of the 'uncorrupted' ones.

Alex felt a rare emotion for her then. Anger. That someone sick beyond redemption had loosed some Hell on Earth for the fun of it.

Worse yet, this could only be a test run. An experiment that could lead to a bigger breach. A plague of Hell....

The vision vanished as quickly as it had came on. It was a warning, Alex realized. Some opposing force had showed her what was happening. And so knowing, she was bound to action. She immediately contacted Dark Vengeance via private communicator.

A few hours later...

They brought the sacrifice in before dawn, while the streets of Hell were mostly empty and the roads still dark. Only a few remaining buildings and their inner environments were lit, as the few unaffected outsiders were mostly concerned with keeping the buildings warm in the frigid winter air. Keeping the streets outside the walls lit was less important in light of the creatures that stalked the streets.

Naamah watched them bring the sacrifice in from where she stood in a dark basement, huddling in her cloak and waiting for the ritual to begin. They dragged the young woman into the basement, its dark and dank depths were barely lit by only a few candles. The sacrifice shivered with horror filled eyes as she recognized the sacrificial alter, Naamah knelt beside it with a wicked looking dagger in her grasp.

The young woman was a stranger too Hell, she wandered into town after the darkness took the town, she was still innocent. Early twenties and beautiful. She was dressed in a manor that suggested that she made her money on the streets, a prostitute. Naamah signals for the creatures to bind the woman to the alter. They do so with a great eagerness to please their dark mistress, the one that made them what they have become. They are all bound to her will, and her will alone. The sacrifice struggled as best she could, but she was overwhelmed by five creatures that resemble men and women only corrupted with a monstrous visage.

They bind her to the alter, as she tries to wiggle free from their grasps. She screams, cries, and begs for them to release her. They care not for her theatrics only their dark mistress could save this woman now, and Naamah has other plans. "Excellent work my children." Naamah says as she grabs at the woman's clothing tearing it from her body with a ravaged greediness. "Stop your screaming child. No one will hear you. No knight in shinning armor will come crashing through the door and tear you away from my grasp. I have placed a spell of silence on this building, to see to that."

Naamah begins to chant as she raises the dagger up above her head and starts her summoning ritual. A dark gateway starts to flicker into existence as it opens up in the empty space above the the woman's body. Something dark is on the other side of the portal, and it is staring at the sacrifice, staring at her with a desire burning in its glowing red eyes.

Naamah dives the dagger down into the girls chest, cracking open her chest cavity and tearing free her still beating heart. The woman watches helplessly as her heart is taken away from her and offered to the dark one. The darkling accepts the heart as it pulls it into itself giving stolen life to itself. After the binding is complete, the reborn darkling becomes like a smoke. The smoke enters into the girls now dead body as the chest wound heals and her eyes open once more. "Naamah?" a soft voice passes the reincarnated lips of the woman.

"Lilith." Naamah replies as she looks down at her newly reborn sister, recently freed from the endless void. It had been something she had wanted to do for a very long time, but had not until recently had the knowledge of the correct chant involved. Now with Naamah, Agrat, and Lilith. The coven could be brought back together, a dark sisterhood that had not been around since before Enoch was destroyed.

@darkknightdetective

Victories HQ:

"Dark Vengeance, this is Alex. I just had a vision. A horrible vision." She paused to take a breath. her throat felt constricted. "Something horrifying is happening in Hell, Michigan. I don't have the details, but a portal to the dark realm seems to have been opened. Aspects of the pit has oozed out of the opening, and its affecting everyone and everything. But a small populace seems to have been spared. Maybe due to natural immunity, maybe for sport." She shuddered. "I am bound by oath to investigate this evil, and if possible, heal the breach. I recommend a small recon group. If the Victories arrive in force, the whole town could come against us."

Samson kneeled in the town's streets examining the now vacant body which moments ago had tried to remove his head in fact so far everything he had met had tried to kill him which even for the veteran fighter was a rare occurrence as he examined the body he noticed signs that this body was in an unusual state as if it had been corrupted parts of the man's skin had turned black from the corruption.

Samson stood up and sighed as he looked around at all the bodies around me others who had tried to take his life in the short time he had been here all with the same signs whatever was doing this to these people was no doubt powerful maybe Samson would be able to find a worthy opponent if he found the source as he thought of this he quickly jerked to the side as he noticed a growing killing aura coming out of the nearby alley he looked toward the shadows anticipating another horde of corrupted.

Out of the shadow's emerged a large black haired wolf like creature black corruption seemed to ooze out of it's skin and it was far larger then any hound he had ever seen no doubt these were hellhounds he had heard terrible stories of their power Samson smiled as he wondered what kind of fight they would put up he would not have to wonder for long the hound lunged forward at him clearing a long distance at faster speeds then he had ever seen in a wolf before .

The wolf lunged at him as it got in range but Samson met him in mid air landing a double footed drop kick to it's skull causing the hound to fly back making a yelping sound as it hit the ground not giving it time to recover Samson was soon on the beast he raised his foot high up to his shoulder and brought it down like a hammer on the creature's skull the ground cracked beneath the attack and so did the hound's skull .

The hound wiggled around for a little before stopping completely the corruption still seemed to ooze out of it's skin Samson looked at it up for a bit then turned back towards the alley as faces began to emerge face similar to the one he just smashed clearly this one had strayed from his pack and they followed the stray's scent to Samson .They got down low as they growled at the dark warrior before running full sprint at him Samson welcomed the challenge and delivered a brutal roundhouse kick to the first hound that got within range.

@lady_magicka:

"I'll meet you in the headquarters in a second".

I specifically send a message to only two members of the team: Angel and Lantern. Angel is the obvious choice in a situation that involves us going against dark forces from another realm, his expertise against magic will be quiet useful. Lantern is raw power, which I will need against whatever we're going against, I can count on him to be keep fighting when things seem wrong, which they most likely will in a situation like this.

"Victories, I need you to meet me in the headquarters as soon as possible".

A few seconds after I arrive Angel shows up in a blinding beacon of light, entrances like that are the reason why I polarize my lenses, that and flash bangs. Five minutes later Lantern enters through the main door.

"Here is the situation, a portal to dark realm has been opened in Hell, Michigan most of the population, that is all the Intel that we have so we have to be careful. This won't be easy. We will probably face horrific things there so be ready for anything. Got it? Good".

"Victories mobilize".

@darkknightdetective@amazingangel

With the whispered enchantment or arcane words, Alex teleported herself, Dark Vengeance, and Amazing Angel to Hell, Michigan. Or maybe it was just Hell now...

The reality was far worse the the vision. The air was warm and sticky, and heavy with the stink of rot and human waste. Alex gagged involuntarily at the sickening toxic soup the atmosphere had became. Dark Vengeance quickly handed an air filtration masks to her. "Sorry." her voice is muffled bt the mask. "I wasn't expecting the smell."

Alex looks around herself then. The plants are dead, but alive. Wilted, but animate. The buildings nearby look old beyond their years, covered with grime and filth. All the cars and light posts are riddled with rust, like a brownish red infection. In some places black vines with three inch thorns grow through the sidewalk and pavement. The team awaits Dark Vengeance's orders.

Hell. Seriously, what did people expect, naming their town that? Even in her current state, Abigail McCormac could not deny her own sarcastic nature. She would have grinned, if she had the energy. Instead, she devoted all her effort to putting one foot in front of the other as she slowly trudged towards the town. The truck she had hitched a ride with had turned back five miles ago, the driver not willing to get any closer to the cursed settlement. But that makes it the perfect place for me, Abby mused. This is the only kind of place someone like me belongs.

Naamah and Lilith return to the streets that are infested with Darklings (Deadites). They swarm around the two at first until they realize whom Naamah is and then the disperse back into the darkness of night."They still smell the blood of innocence."Lilith says to her sister.

"It matters little soon they will be summoned into the ranks of our Army... Our Army of Darkness."Naamah exclaims with wicked satisfaction upon her face in the guise of a smirk. The two sisters walked towards a local chapel that was going to be reincarnated in order to suit their needs. Naamah's new Temple. Lilith would of course make her own once she found a suitable dwelling.

Ring Capacity- 97.3

"I'm on a hiiiiiighwaaaaay to Hell!"Sam badly sings along to the glowing green radio inside of his construct of a mustang, riding along a lonely road in the middle of nowhere. Dark Vengeance had asked the Avatar to come along to a very unlucky small town that their teammate Magika had apparently seen in a vision... demons and evil and undead and a bunch of other bad things. Magic was one of the few things Sam had little experience with, so he decided it would be a.... "learning experience" for him to come.

@darkknightdetective: @lady_magicka: @amazingangel:

Looking out the window of his super-speeding construct, he could see what Magika meant by "something terrible". The skies were a sickly green, the plants were shriveled and dead, and anything man made was crumbling... he grimaced at the thought of what this would do to a normal person. He'd see it soon. Turning back to the road in front of him, he lifts his ring to his face, mentally setting it to the Victories comm channel. "This is Lantern, I'm on approach to Hell, but I can already see this... plague, for lack of a better word. I'm going to try to draw whatever is the cause of this out when I get to the town, and keep it occupied. Don't worry, you'll know when I show up." He says, lowering his ring and focusing on the road.

After a few minutes, the glowing green vehicle drives smoothly into the evil-ized town. At first, Sam didn't see anything... everything was empty... quiet. Too quiet, as they say. As Sam makes a turn, his eyes widen... a crowd of people were huddled together in the center of the road. Only they weren't exactly people; not anymore, anyway. They looked like something out of a cheesy horror flick. The one with the guy with the chainsaw-handed guy came to Sam's in particular came to Sam's head. "Alright Sam... just calm down, and remember... 50 points each." He says to himself, one of his new tactics for controlling his own will. Smiling, the Emerald Knight lifts his ring and, like magic, the car begins to grow and shift... and rails spread down the street, between the legs of the walking corpses all the way into the back of some old church, or something.

@naamah_obyzouth:

The deadites look at each other in confusion to the rails, before their attention is grabbed by a loud, high pitched whistle... They turn back to the glowing green vehicle, to see it had turned into a five car train. Sitting at the engine, the smirking Avatar pulls the whistle again before willing the huge construct forward along the rails. Slowly, but surely, it started to accelerate. The crowd of deadites began to move as the train sped up... some ran at it to attack and got knocked out of the way, others ran in the opposite direction in fear. The glowing green train's whistle rang out, with Sam lifting a certain finger to the corpses that watched safely away. With a big smash, it crashed through the back of a old chapel, sending dust and debris in all directions.

After the dust cleared, ti could be seen that the chapel was all but completely demolished... and the train construct was laying on it's side, wheels still turning. Climbing out from the engine, the Avatar of Will dusts himself off casually. "ALLLLLLL ABOOOOOARD THE CRAAAAZY TRAAAIN!" He yells, singing just as badly as he always does... only a lot louder. Just as he expected, the corrupted citizens of Hell began slowly closing in on his position. Hopefully his teammates had heard the commotion as well. As crowds of creatures began to form, Sam simply smiled and created a Mic construct in his hand.

"Hello Michigan! Y'all ready for some Rock & Roll?!" He yells obnoxiously at the deadites, and ducks as some of them start throwing pieces of the busted chapel at him. "Wow, tough crowd... Well, how would you feel about..." He creates a construct of a bat in his hand. "ME BITING IT'S HEAD OFF?!" He says, before dodging more debris. "FINE! I won't eat it's head..." He says, absorbing the bat construct back into his ring. "Considering y'all are acting like a bunch of wild animals, I think this song will... 'connect' to you the best." He says with a smirk, before turning the the train construct he was standing on into a stage, and materializing a guitar in his hands. Glowing green speakers blasted out ear splitting music as Sam pretended to actually be playing the guitar. "WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE! WE GOT FUN AND GAMES!" He sang boudly (badly/loudly), before about three dozen monkey, chimp, and gorilla constructs appeared on his stage, yowling at the deadite crowd before leaping down upon them. Monkeys vs zombies? Why not?

Ring Capacity- 94.8

@_avatar_: Why was it that all the places Shandian had heard of, he had decided to go to Hell, Michigan? Honestly, the good doctor had no clue. In fact, out of a list of places he had simply drawn Hell's name out of a hat. Wearing a large fur coat he walked into the dark town, sickened by the corruptness of it all, before he heard the worst singing he had ever heard in his entire life. First checking to see none could spot him that would know him, he flew up into the air, spotting Sam with ease. "A Green Lantern?" He questioned himself as he landed close by but hidden, watching the duel. "Boy must be crazy." He muttered as he watched.

@_avatar_:

The moonlight shimmered hazily, making silvery mists of illusion among the shadowy terrain. A faint breeze whispered down the alley, bearing a shadow that was not of the moon-mist. A faint scent of smoke was apparent.

The woman whose long swinging strides, unhurried yet unswerving, had carried her for many a mile since sunrise, stopped suddenly. A movement in the chapel had caught her attention, and she moved silently toward the shadows, a hand resting lightly on the hilt of her long, slim rapier.

Stoically she advanced her golden eyes ready to pierce the darkness that brooded inside the chapel. This was a wild and menacing city now; death might be lurking under the rubble. Then her hand fell away from the hilt and she leaned forward. Death indeed was there, but not in such shape as might cause her fear.

"The fires of Hell!" she murmured. "A Lantern! In my city!" Naamah was not pleased that this hooligan had destroyed her temple, or that he was waging war with her servants."Expulsa Tali Gauntus!" Lilith says these words with the raise of her hand, placing a curse upon the Darklings (Deadites), causing them to explode acid and toxic gas upon defeat. Naamah smirks to her sibling in dark approval.

@_avatar_: @darkknightdetective:

'Just another day at the office' It'd been a couple of month since Angel was fired from his full time position as well meaning slacker whose only worries were trying not to burn his hands pouring coffee and if his private browser was really private, not to say he didn't have ambition but if they'd had a career day at his middle school he probably wouldn't have sauntered to the booth advertising a life as a Warrior of Heaven/Supernatural Detective/Caped Hero risking his/her life fighting aliens, super villains and the forces of hell. However thats not to say he didn't appreciate his gift, it's just he would have preferred it wrapped in paper with a golden shimmering bow on top instead of the blood and death that it dragged with it, maybe on some level he'd never admit he had that he wanted to give it back, maybe thats why he agreed to go to one of the few places that could easily kill him and didn't tell any of his team mates the great risk he was taking on what could be his last visit to hell.

"Y'know if someone told me hell was in Michigan... I would've guessed Detroit" He looks over to his team mates as his 'stand up worthy' quip falls on deaf ears, the sassy sorceress was busy admiring the death and decay that waited outside of our luxurious estate and Broody... well he was just y'know, maybe Angel just forgot who half of his crowd was for a moment, he pulls his rucksack from his side and dumps it on the table, the clang and crash of glass on pine polished about twenty years ago masked the sounds of his coughing up blood leftover from his first and final rocky encounter with a certain Pyromaniac back on Elysia a couple of months ago, his healing ability was attempting to adapt to the incredible decrease in the amount of energy it was receiving thanks to that black blanket of darkness lingering over the city, old injuries were beginning to return to Angel demanding the pound of flesh he denied them time and time again, the first one to come knocking was having his internal organs boiled till smoke was seeping out of his lips but if they asked he'd just blame it on that really sh!tty smell in the air.

@lady_magicka

"Must feel like the worlds worst hangover huh?" Angel had left his magical items on the table and approached Alex, he'd never met anyone else who'd had the same kind of harrowing visions that he'd been plagued with for what felt like forever, "or maybe they don't I dunno." The concept of sharing the experiences with another person excited and terrified him, he wanted to know but he didn't want to let his guard down at all, not at all. "So what was you're vision thingy like anyway?" He'd retreated to a more nonchalant posture, acting like he only expressed vague interest, almost pretending not to care, 'playing it cool'.

@lady_magicka: @_avatar_: @naamah_obyzouth: @amazingangel:

I see a green light of bravery fly above us and charging into the infected church. Damn it, does Lantern have a death wish? He has no idea what's in there let alone how powerful the being is. This was supposed to be a covert mission. We need to find whoever did this and put and end to it before it escalates further.

Before I could continue with an analytical train of thought we are ambushed by horde of deadites, I quickly throw a metallic ball which expands into a metallic net trapping some of them. I need to avoid any fatal damage in case of way to turn their bodies back to normal.

"You two stay here and handle them, I'll apologize later for leaving you in battle but right now we need to put the team back together. Try to find a way to turn them back to normal.".

My grapple gun fires to the rusty lamps and pulls me into the air above the infected people of Michigan but the post collapses halfway through which forces me to glide over them barely making it. There seems to be about 24 of them.

Inside I hear Lantern singing as his ape constructs are fighting the deadites, there I notice that the half dead are erupting as they get defeated. I crash through the glass window with St. Peter on it. Inside I attract the attention of half of the deadly crowd. The best strategy is avoiding combat all together, the best solution to stopping them is trapping them.

"Lantern. stop fighting them, that's what is causing the eruptions, create a force field around and trap them".

I sprint towards the rabid crowd fast but not fast enough so that the one after me will lose me, and try to round them up like a Shepard to his cattle. To lastly jump to the other sight of the room so he will achieve the plan without trapping me inside with them.

"Now".

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Tombstone was tireless in his battle against evil. Some joked that he died just so that he could have more free time. He obviously was not too fond of said jokes. He was on a mission. A battle to destroy evil, a crusade that was destined to never, ever end. Even reality warpers who made Yahweh and Satan look like children weren't able to prevent him from returning to his duties, just one week later. Always one week. He didn't have many friends, keeping company with the living was something that only brought him misery. Rather, he accompanied the dead and the mechanical.

Eternal and breathless, machines and corpses were all the friends the ghostly guardian really needed. Of course, he himself was dead. A ghost of justice that lingered on in this world after a wrongful execution. A ghost that had seen world wars, terrorists, demonic incursions, alien invasions, and creatures who would make the most fearsome of demons quail in terror. His own home town of Patriot City had become a shop of horrors, ravaged by the Hierarchy invasion and left a radioactive hellscape populated by mutates, soldiers, fools, and endless swarms of aliens fighting over what the forerunners have left behind.

He swore he'd come back one day...breathe fresh life into the post-apocalyptic wasteland of his home city. But for now, he was a ghost without a haunt. He brought along a compatriot with him. Little Lenore, @the_ghostly_girl, his sidekick and expert on the supernatural. He...She needed to get away from Patriot city. And given the conditions of Patriot City...Hell on Earth may as well have been a vacation spot to them.

"Demons?" Lenore said boredly, holding her tablet close as the two looked on from the outskirts of town.

"Someone wanted the town to live up to it's name." Tombstone said as he noticed one of the hellspawn trying to charge at him, only to be met with a blast of soul lightning that reacted with it's evil energy and instantaneously caused it to jerk back in sheer agony. The more evil the target, the more powerful soul lightning was.

"It's not a very funny joke..." She said emptily as she flipped through her book as the two stepped into the town, a flock of deadites gathering around them only to run screaming when he hit them with a wave of terror, desperate to get away from the visage of horror that was confronting them while he examined the corrupted walls of the nearest building.

"Got anything Lenore?" He asked the ghost girl as she flipped through some pages on her beloved Headstone Tablet.

"It's hellish to be sure...I'll need to do some divinitation spells to know more." She said as she started running some legend lore spells, quickened for the process to go faster.

"Could you give me a minute Nathan? Just keep them away." Lenore sighed boredly as Nathan set up a magic circle against evil, drawing the circle with holy powdered silvery and activating them with a quick, simple spell, raising a temporary circle through which no creature from the lower planes could pass or strike through.

She brought out some expensive incense from her hyperdimensional storage belt and some not much cheaper strips of ivory. Lighting the candles and placing the Ivory strips into a rectangle, the girl making the verbal and somatic components of the spell as she sat pretzel legged on the ground.

Tombstone watched as the creatures of evil tried getting through the circle, only to slam right into an invisible wall as the silvers burned with pure and holy magical energy. Running soul lightning through the silver meant that not only did they slam into the silver ineffectually, but they were burned by simply touching it, making them retreat rather than face further pain.

Raising his communicator and clicking it, Tombstone then spoke across all frequencies to be received by everyone in the city.

"+I've got to say the guy's behind this have the worst taste in Irony. But that's not what I'm here to discuss. What I'm here to do is put yet another demonic infestation back where it belongs. To anyone who might be listening of heroic inclines. I'm here to help, you can contact me and we can coordinate if you wish. And to whomever feels like hurting people. I'll say this, I'm Tombstone, and I am not putting up with your crap today.+"

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Naamah saw direct conflict as fruitless, there was simply no point for a goddess to dirty her own hands in conflict with lesser beings. She uses her divine energies to collect her other sister Agrat Bat Mahlat, as the sister three then gather near the very center of Hell Michigan. This is well away from the gathering forces of the renegade heroes, only one of whom impressed Naamah with his virtue and that she felt lived up to the title. The one whom preached not to kill the infected but to trap them, so that they could be cleansed. This one intrigued her and this one alone, before she took her leave of the scene.

The sisters three gather to the focal point as they take one another by the hand and form a circle. As they use their combined efforts to breach the reef of reality, their physical bodies begin to root themselves into the soil of the earth. They meld with the earth itself as a horrible green fog raises up from the spot. Filling the woods with a strong smell of rot.

Meanwhile beneath the crust of the earth the sister three continue their intended ritual, as they plant a seed of pure evil. They summon a creature from the space beyond spaces, one that should add a little extra much needed fun to the proceedings. A creature born of powerful cosmic beings known as the 'Olden Ones.'