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    ...Incoming... Great. An image flashed into his mind of the mutant slowly drifting behind him. "Let's take this calmly," thought Poe. Allowing anything to touch him was a rarity, but perhaps necessary in this case. Not a moment later did a hand clasp around his mouth. Wonderful.

    In the back of his mind, he heard a voice: "What the hell are you following this one for? Do not even think about hurting this one....it is special! The quarry ahead is for me to take care of mortal!"

    The touch thing was enough to get his nerves going. Now this thing was telling him what he could and couldn't do?! This was outrageous. He could feel his rage building, and with it his power.

    ...Watch yourself boss... It was too late. The buildup of energy was rising within him. A blue pulse appeared between the mutant's hand and his mouth, zapping the thing's hand. Taking the opportunity, he stepped forward and whirled around.

    "First of all, mutant, I'm trying to figure out what the HELL is going on here. You walked into my house," he replied trying to keep his voice low enough so as not to disturb everyone and their brother. "As for your 'quarry', I have no clue what you're talking about."
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    Malone jumped as electricity raced through his hand....damn this one has defences un-ordinary in this race, interesting. Wait....what did he just say?

    Rising to his full height fire flashed in his eyes, and his horns scraped on the roof, he opened his wings and took up the whole tunnel. He began striding forward, talking low and menacing as he walked, "My name, mortal, is Malone! And how DARE u call me a mutant!" He extended his arms out to his side and raised them creating a 'T' "I am a desendent of the great Daemon race of yore! I am also a desendent of the rare Changling race!" With this his shape changed rapidly, first a it appeared to be a dog, but much larger, and with two heads, then it changed into a troll, its bulk filling the entire tunnel, then he changed into an exact replica of the man that had burned him, "You hurt me, then insult me! I should remove that tin can u call a head from your shoulders, mortal!" He screamed this directly into the mans face, shaking the ground that he stood on, and changing back into his former self.

    Holding out a hand to the mans face, a huge ball of fire erupted in Malone claw, "Did that shell come with fire proofing? Mortal scum?"

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    He could feel the warmth of the flame against his skin. Having nerves of steel came in handy now and again, though. He'd been through more than his share of battles, and this Demon was nothing new.

    "Great, now you know how I feel having a mu..Demon wrap his hands around my face, and THEN presume that I actually know what's going on," he replied. "Also, if you'd had half a brain in that horned hide of yours, you'd realize you just let your 'quarry' know you were coming from a friggin' kilometer away."

    "Now, my name's Poe. Nice to meet you, Malone." After a moment of thought: "What are you doing here anyways? I don't see too many Demons of the long lost Yorish Changeling of yonderwhen race down here."

    He could see that gave the demon something to think about. Now maybe he could get some answers. At least he had kept his skull intact for the time being.
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    "Well my steel incased friend, the reason why i am here," closing his palm, dis-ableing the fire, seeing it hadn't had the desired effect, "Is because i escaped from pandemonium, i was put back their momentarily long ago, by one by the name of 'Aziraphale', someone of your up-brining would surely not know anything about him. He is still lurking on this planet somewhere, and if i manage to get my claws on him, he will pay dearly. But you my friend," This word came out as barely a hiss, "You are different to these other mortals."

    Walking slowly around the hulking robot (hehehe) Malone tapped him a few times inquisitivly, then straightened again, "You seem to have all these 'implants' and yet u couldn't avoid my attack, and i was barely even moving, stealth, did you pick them up from the discount bin?" Malone had a small chuckle at his own joke (like all good evil people do).

    "Lets test these parts out then should we?" Looking over at the girl who had eventfully came back because of all the noise, he smiled to have an audience, unless you had special training, it would have seemed like Malone had disappeared and then reappeared behind Poe, and with a simple jerk of his knee, planted it into the middle of the Robots back, sending it sprawling on the ground....

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    Being sent sprawling isn't quite the most pleasant of experiences, but he could deal with it. Playing dumb definately has its advantages now and again. He drew himself up to a kneel, and leaned his Armalite against the wall. No need to waste precious ammunition. He might actually enjoy this little game, since it had been so long since his last adventure. Archimedes knew what was coming as well, and began to flash images of battle into Poe's mind. Gotta love that little virus now and again.

    "What I am, Demon Malone, is perhaps one of the last remaining 'relics' of the last Great War to repulse the hideousness that was unleashed so many years ago."

    "They called us Shadows." With that, he sunk his legs into the soft center of Malone's stomach. "And you've pissed me off yet again. You've got a talent for that, you know?" His right hand was now covered with spikes. That hand was momentarily placed on the demon's wing for a bit of pain. "Now we could go on fighting for hours on end, and probably destroy most of these sewers. But I'm sure you know we're being watched at this moment. Are you so distracted you can't see that?"

    "Now calm down, dammit, and let's get on with it. Oh, and I'm not a ROBOT."
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    Pain throbbed through Astarté's left arm in the exact same place where Poe momentarily held Malone's wing. She struggled with it and she swore she'd never felt such a thing before. It tingled, and stung, but did not severe her.

    She thought back from a only a few moments before. "What the hell are you following this one for? Do not even think about hurting this one....it is special! The quarry ahead is for me to take care of mortal!" It wasn't directed at her, though she was almost positive it was ABOUT her.

    She turned around, with difficulty as her legs barely held her upright. Breathlessly, she cried out "Malone, I see you haven't left yet...I don't know what you're here for, or what you want, but I'm not here to play games with you. If you want a fight with anyone, it would be with me. And just for the record I believe that you're robotic "friend" here had no INTENTION of hurting me, but you, on the other hand..."

    She paused. "You, want something from me, don't you? I don't know what gave you any idea that I'm special, but the 'quarry' you look for is not here." with this she turned and looked at him directly her green eyes exhausted but as cool as ice.

    "And you..." she pointed at the store owner. "What business, do you have with me, I am merely a servant girl. I have no gifts, or talents, nor am I different...so, if you don't mind, I wish to go home, please..." Astarté turned slowly on her heel and limped weakly back to whence she came before the madness started.

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    The pain passed quiuckly, and the cyborg let off his attack as the girl begun to talk, Malone got an arm free and grabbed Poe by the throat and stood up holding him like a rag doll. Malone simply turned his head, and stared at the girl, and seeing her flinch as the cyborg had made his attack had made Malone wonder....

    It was written long ago in the Daemon temples in Pandemonium that within the mortal race there is always one link for one Daemon, the link is physical in pain and enjoyment, and also of the mind. When Malone had seen this girl wince at her right arm and other certain body parts as he was being pummeled, this made him think whether this mortal was his link......

    Malone threw the cyborg as if he was a spear straight towards a wall, "Yes i think i could fight for hourse my mechanical friend, but i surely think that after the first 15mins i would be fighting nothing more then a corpse!" Malone laughed.

    He turned and slowly started walking towards the girl, and he did something which shocked and sickened him, he held out his hand to her......

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    Astarté still rubbed her left arm slightly. She looked up to see the daemon reaching for her hand. She stood, although she was not immobilized this time. She felt shock more then anything else.

    She sent a thought out to him, she concentrated it more so that sweat appeared on her brow. What is this? Is this a trick, you're trying to fool me again, aren't you? Malone, though obviously disturbed from the look on his face shook his head no.

    She took his large hand in her own. Her palm was so much smaller in size, but she was able to gather as much information as she needed. It looked as though to her as if the daemon she so feared until now, was her mortal link...she was speechless, yet curious.

    Astarté peered at Malone questioningly, though she was still not sure what to say. She nodded in confirmation of being his "eternal link" then released herself from him, crouched on the ground and hugged her knees to her chest.

    She didn't look up at Malone, but sighed. "Malone, look what you've done..."

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    ...You could always put a plasma spike through his head, boss... Yeah, he could. That was usually a very effective means of ending a conversation. Being tossed like a rag doll was interesing, to say the least. It had been a long time since he'd been in a fight, or more of a "pissing contest", one might say. It wasn't pain he was feeling though... It was pleasure.

    If these two thought he'd give up and walk away now, they had something else coming. But, if this Demon was convinced he'd rather chase the blue haired girl, and some ancient Evil racing around down in the sewers, Poe decided he could deal with that. He just wasn't going to go alone. Well, he would 'think' he was going alone..

    What had him thinking was the name Malone had uttered during the fight. He knew that name. The Dreams told him everything he needed to know.. in graphic detail. Horrible things tormented him to the point where he could not bear it. No, he would have to see Aziraphale for himself.

    When Malone cast a sidelong glance back to where Poe was standing moments ago, the spot was empty.
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    "It seems that my plans may not come to fruition as soon as I had planned. This freak and that tin man think they can stop me, well they have another thing coming. And he's got MY SLAVE! No matter, i'll reclaim her in due course, but her betrayal will not be forgotten." The floating cloak bobbed over it's hiding spot and withdrew the satchel he had placed there earlier through the solid stone. Opening it up, he withderw a tiny blob of clay and placed it on the ground. Immediately the small featureless lump began to swell and contort itself into a small gargoyle, remniscient of the old stone machinations of times past. He picked it up and placed atop of an alcove that overhung the tunnel entrance. "Maybe this thing will give them something to think about." With that, he melded into the fartherest wall to escape his would be pursuers.

    The Luggage was confused by the continuing state of affairs. Fragments of Phant were now gettign restless with a sudden lack of action. They had taken to circling the many folds in the Luggages frame. "This is no fun. Why won't they kill each other? But it will mean nothing soon, for that gargoyle will come in handy when these fools finally reach our lair..."

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