Dominatrix Mimi

FangOfFenrir Oh...

FangOfFenrir Because I am bored, I'll try to get myself killed... (again) Fang:(distracted by feather) Hmmm... Looks like a kite's... Wonder how it got in here. (smacked into a wall) Wow, THAT JUST PLAIN HURT!!! I think I just broke a rib... Him:(stabbing a claw into the wall to hold Fang in) It won't matter soon, Hero... You're a dead man, you ruined it all... (staring eerily) I see the sin of Ira (Rage/Wrath) in you, and you'll be my slave in Inferno... Fang:*Crud!!! He's right though...* (Stares at the claw) *OH MAN, OH MAN!* I want to get out, but may as well try to be patient... (pulls out a deck of cards and starts playing Solitaire) What goes on a Red Queen?

FangOfFenrir Him:(takes it straight in the face) YOU LITTLE BI- Fang:(Still playing Solitaire, yet holding a smoking revolver) Don't finish that sentence, you'll end up in a lot of pain... (sets down the ten-pound Samaritan, and starts playing solitaire again) Bored... (flicks a card up, and hits it seven times in a circular formation) Seven vices... (flips it over) ...Seven Virtues! (Holding up the Joker card, a red devil) If I may? (Holds up the bullet card) You say the negative emotion brings you power? Brought on by the vices? As that would be the Virtues are the most powerful weapon combatting you. I understand Patientia is the virtue for Wrath. I know your poison. (Going back to his game) Him: SHUT YOUR TRAP!!! (Turns to R.R.) You have long been a thorn in my side... Now that changes... (snatches her up) You will become my demon general- Fang: Hey Amon, that's your name, is it not? I'm through with this lunacy, you are nothing more than a daemon who aligned himself with Pride and Wrath. They say names have power... Why so secretive, Amon?

FangOfFenrir If noone caught that, R.R.'s been trapped in a metal claw...

FangOfFenrir Fang's stalling, you could try something...

FangOfFenrir Fang: Good job... (pulls out a cutting torch and starts superheating the claw) This will take awhile...

stratus *down in the dreadful underworld ,in the 7th ring, a differnt castle sits proudly on an flat island of blood red rock. but beneath the catsle's surface there some thing unsual taking place. 3 kids, 3 humans who were not departed souls, not sent there by means of death, nor were they experiencing the place through a religious vision, they were really there, still in their mortal bodies and still completely alive. 3 kids that shouldnt be there. in a large dungeon the children have angered a dark ruler, a demon that some consider to be the actual devil Himself. he was a monster 5 stories tall! http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/7789/him5st.jpg he was becoming increasingly annoyed with the the foolish kids who still think they could win.* HIM:*the side of his head continues to bleed steadily with warm green blood, from previous strikes to the head, some of the leaking blood drips onto his fluffy white collar. HIM, with a mixture of boredom and annoyance. looks at fang wielding a blow torch trying to weld through his claw and free victoria from his grip.* HIM:Do you think a little fire will hurt me? i live in a world of fire, a take bubble baths in boiling Lava, i endured a full nuclear explosion without so much as a scracth! super heating my claw will only Harm little Vicky here ...nonetheless my paiteince is wearing thin. *massive tail bigger than t-rex's lashes forward and whips fang like i pesky insect.* HIM: ...besides Mr. Qaukers dosent like uninvited guest. http://img851.imageshack.us/img851/8299/mrquakers.jpg *suddenly, right on Que a duck waddles her way into thee dungeon wondering what all the commotion and whats been taking HIM so long to come back. needless to say she was furious! she goes on a pwerful rampage,http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xpdhl0_quakor-rampage_animals for this was no ordinary mr. quakers, she was Qaukor the Fowl. and yes shes female. hell doth have no fury like a woman scorned! she starts quaking angrily shooting energy beams she blast kintu with a diamond shaped sonic screams , she dosent attack mimi who is a known house mate, victoria who is trapped.

stratus * ..but Fang ohhh fang Who has caused her master the most harm,by far, she flys at him like an angry helicopter, her tail feathers spin wildly, and floppy webbed feet not truly designed for grasping, clasp on to fang's shoulders like vice grips! and instantly the sound of crunching metal could be heared. amour perhaps? she takes fang for a little ride, busts all the way through the castle walls, she made sure to use him as a battering ram of course. but it was not over yet, once outside she carried fang further, the smell of burning gas , and echos of tortured souls filled the air. she flying fang over over some lava pit filled with cursed humans, that smelled of burning flesh, and melting bones, it was a terrible place where unfortunate guilty souls are casted into for thier second death, it was the lake of fire. Quakor lets go of fang. so he may fall and burn there forever. meanwhile a creepy long tongue crawls up victorias neck and feels through her leaving a coat of saliva. oh my gosh hes tasting her!*

FangOfFenrir Fang:(spinning forward in the air) GAAAAH! RIBS BROKEN, POSSIBLY BLEEDING INTERNALLY!!! HOW DO YOU RIP THROUGH CHAINMAIL LIKE THAT?!!!? (Starts pulling things out of his backpack wildly, grabbing onto a high-pressure water hose, and starts pushing himself away from the cloud of equipment, falling on a pile of skulls) Huh... Better get back. (starts hopping on rocks toward the castle, clutching his side) *cough* *cough* Crud, this is hurtful... May as well have gotten shot. *Yes that is how painful the broken rib is, at least the stucco kept him in place*

FangOfFenrir Fang:(puts stuff back he can find and starts hopping through holes in the wall) Oops, sheer drop... (falls on top of Gir) GIR: You can get off now... Fang:(stands up) I thought you ran your head in the wall. GIR: Got out. Fang: Okay, got that medical epoxy? Gir: Sure. (Tosses) Fang:(injects and rib heals instantly) Thanks. (Looks up at the claw and Victoria) Uh... OK. CREEPINESS! GIR, go protect the plothole and Mimi, I'll figure something out here. Gir:*salute* Fang:(runs up tail and slices the base with his scythe repeatedly) Hey, demonnnnnnn... Wanna' playyyy?

FangOfFenrir Yay!!!

FangOfFenrir YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!! WE MIGHT DIE AT THE HANDS OF A TWO-BIT PUNK OF A DEMON!

stratus HIM was in the middle of private interview with a special client, he admired her unique" taste". Literally. (though she probably didnt like being treated like a lollipop). when suddenly he was visciously assualted by a hot blooded lunatic who considered slashing at his giant tail with a sycthe like a scracthing post was some sort of play time. Such insolence! he let out a mild grunt of discomfort. a warm wave of breath rolled past his conned monsterous teeth and washed over Victoria. HIM: you want my attention?! now you've Got it! *suddenly the surface fang was standing on began to ripple like a puddle. this section of the tail felt liquid and waxy like a melting red crayon. and fang, fang began sink. 1st up to his sneakers, than he sank up to knees. the sticky goopy puddle was hungry for him. Glooop! his body was already sunken halfway in! he was being phased into hims body. sick! >.< next came his arms . gulped down like 2 french fries in a pool of evil kecthup.. at last semi liqiud surface was satisfied. it had fang swallowed up to his neck ,and he could no longer move. then fang floating down the tail. the ripples floated with him. he could feel muscles squeezing him down towards the tails end. then finally WHIP! hes flung forcefully against a wall and it produces a large spider web like crack.* *as he falls theirs a sudden elelectric flash under him. his landing is broken by a supernatrully summoned torture table. the pulling people apart kind! Chains come to life and tightly shackle fangs wrists and ankles. an evil duck watches pleased as she perches herself eagerly on the crank. * *HIM. turns his attention back towards the girl in his claw. his other giant black claw pats her head gently* HIM: I still havent lost interest in you. i'd hate to waste something valuable. you see i prefer corruption over killing and betrayal over morality. im into the business of making deals i give the desperate and hopeless something when thier prayers fail them. for a modest price of course. its quite charitable work actually,

stratus * lots of people have made arrangments with me. your ol chap stratus for example. you and him becoming freinds was no coincedence you know it was my intention from the begining. and then theres good ol blossom, after her dexter dissappered. i moved into her life , i gave her love, i gave her a child.. ...even susan has joined me after his tragic death http://img585.imageshack.us/img585/40/mandarkdth.jpg . *suddenly a robotic spider pod latches onto Gir and begins rapidly draining his battery! a depressive mandark walks into the dungeon. at his side clasping his arm. an emotionless life like manikin girl. * HIM: i gave him a DeDe of his own, his only request..i even used her original body* Mandark: De......De.... *girs power cell drains 90% ...85%...80%* HIM: what i want you to realize my dear Victoria... is that right and wrong are merely silly labels created by the close minded. *suddenly theres a flash. everything goes white, when you wake up, your in a strange place, your school classroom, but everything looks much bigger, and your viewing it through steel bars. the floor beneath you is covered in wood shavings, and theress a large empty wheel in the corner. your in a cage! a hamster Cage! you hear the ring of a school bell. the door opens and students notice you immediately, they crowd around your cage, you look at your hand and notice its now a paw! the students point and luagh. even though your now a hamster they somehow still recognize you T~T * "hey look at the dork" one said. "sweet what she we do with her". said another."" i have a python at my house "one suggested. They tease and make fun of you. one even jabs you with a pencil! ouch! they reach into your backpack and pull out your skecthbook. they start tearing out pages! they use them to make spit balls. there's nothing you can do. suddenly thers another flash and your back to normal sitting at your desk. the class room is completely empty. all your belongings are restored. check on your drawings , and find that all the mean kids are now trapped in your skecth book. suddenly your head fills with possibilities, drawing mustaches, blackining teeth, or maybe a few stink lines? ...your pencil twicthes in your hand, you can express your self how ever you want. you can do anything. you can absolutlely rule them with a simple pencil. its all up to you. what do you choose to do?

minniemandy1fan WOW all of you are making soo many action stories for pictures!!!!!!

FangOfFenrir Yes @fanscene GIR:*The robot starts going ballistic, clawing at the cybernetic parasite, launching rockets, spraying lead, hurling plasma. This droid's last-ditch effort....* GAAAAHHH!!!!- *the little android hits the ground with a "clank", the pod detaches and scuttles back to Susan's feet* Fang:*strapped to the rack, spikes digging into his back* Wow, GIR just... *the chains pulled taut, the boys mind drifts to one thought, interrogation of the Knights Templar, how many limbs were collected from a machine such as this, its not meant for provoking Death, but a confession* Fang:*turning his head to the duck* Why this device? Many could kill me much better. Why not the maiden, spanish tickler, head crusher, pear of anguish, garrotte, lead sprinkler, or the Judas Cradle? *ungodly silence follows, and then the chains pull tighter* Well, crud.

FangOfFenrir Let's die! Yay!

FangOfFenrir Ah, this is a fun one!

stratus *there is no right or wrong. only cause and effect. good and evil are simply tools. no different from a wrench or a hammer.Darkness is misunderstood. and its value improperly recognized. The dark is Liberation, the dark is Opportunity , Darkness is the birthplace Of Thought. ..Of Dreams ..Of Creation. The light may hold innocence but a sleek Invisible black is no less something pure. From the beginning "He" wanted to corrupt her. Monitoring her progress, keeping updated on her misadventures, Studying those allied closely to her, and documenting her occasional trails of destruction. he saw something special in her. something dangerous. she had wonderfully dark potential. possibly one that could reduce the kingdoms of Heaven and Hell to 'Ruin' You could say she was sort of magical weapon of mass destruction. all she needed was a push.* *and so it began, it started with an impersonation, tricking of the dessert witch. then framing for a stolen sacred birthday cake, Then an abduction of the chosen girl by the Devil's Daughter. who wanted an explanation and her wish returned to her. then a big birthday brawl unlike any other since the year with Mina. It was all a test and HIM was more then pleased with the results. She did live up to his expectations and still posessed much more untapped power. she was the one he was looking for all along . she was the chosen girl. her name was Victoria. His plan was well under way though trying to persuade her was proving difficult and even more so. now that a few of her friends came to interfere in his affairs. and of course Mimi was not Happy with him either. He was forced to take more drastic measures.. like morphing into his final form, nearly crushing or incinerating victorias friends, threatening to destroy jeffs soul, locking fang on a torture table at the mercy of qaukor and Mandark And sealing Victoria to a pocket dimension where there would be no further interference from his influence. *

stratus *the fluorescent lights of the class room grew dim with a disapproving red glow. Victoria gave up simple chance for even the smallest revenge towards bullies who carelessly tormented her moments ago. the sketch book crumbled to ashes and vanished. every thing fell silent. then the chalk board screeched with the sound of rusty nails. and familiar face appeared on the board.* HIM: hmmm i dont think your being true to your self dear...Not being real you ,,i Need the real you. why resist your true nature? why ignore the thoughts that whisper "they hut me so hurt them" im trying to free you from your self... but if you prefer to live life in a cage.i can put you in a cage. *victoria in a cage once again* * this time the cage is in a collesuem. you have become half claw devil. you and boogie are sorruended by copies of every enemy you ever faced, evil Dannys, Mandys, Terror Clowns, Doll Makers, Normals, zombie hounds XXXXroses . the cage door falls and the army charges blasting and slashing and trying to kill* *the crusader has been ties to a torture table, fang has been having his bones pulled painfully. Mimi and jeff' soul are no where to be found. Fang is alone in a dungeon with Mandark, a corpse bride Dede, and an evil super powered duck. Qaukor the fowl has been savoring fangs anguish. She wanted to make him pay for harming her master. *mandark signaled her to stop and she gave the wheel one more good twist before flying off. Mandark; the lives of heroes and villians alike are ones especially filled with tragedy. loss and sacrifice. its an endless cycle. i no longer see the logic in pursuing either. these affairs Good and Evil i stopped caring about both. how ever i do have a job to do. *puts on a surgical mask, his gloves spring up cutting tools like scalpels drills, buzz saws and scissors.* i never dissected a symbiotic human demon host before. but soon i will break you down, rebuild and give you a new purpose i can always reporgram Girly later.. *zombie doll DeDe applies a mask to fang suddenly his body is going weak ,lights fading..fading..fading its becoming more and more of a struggle just to keep his eyes open.*

FangOfFenrir Fang: I will... Murder... All of you. *His eyelids drop and his scar glows a dark blue. His teeth elongate into fangs, his cuts are healed, he grows batlike wings, and his eyes flutter open. Fenrir is loose.* Fenrir: I'm here to wreck your face. *Fenrir pulls on the chains and the links snap. He hops off of the rack and takes the scythe in hand, it goes jet black and the blade ignites. He impales Dede and flings her at Mandark*

stratus "ashes, bitter broken flakes, powder without form or shape, the remains of something that used to be, but have since lost all identity whatever they once were, now only mystery." ...There was no rising from these ashes. here there was no rebirth. only sorrow or madness but most inevitably 'Ruin'. the breaking down and withering away. reduced to nothing more than screaming voices filling an endless red sky. leaving behind only Ash... their sorrow merely scenery, they were but little more than fuel. becoming the very essence of the king of that decay. http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/8708/himn.png *Mandark was on the road to Ruin. he was empty and alone. he had no purpose. no reason to keep going. he was content to waste away quietly. but someone saw his potential and offered him hope, granted him power, authority , and purpose at the price of eternal loyalty. for Mandark those things didnt matter anymore. his only request was to have beloved by his side... but now in this moment, in 1 instant, in 1 clean swipe, there she was wounded in his arms, like watching her die all over again. mandark so frantic and guilt stricken. his emotionless persona cracked. and for a moment he forgot that this DeDe wasnt the same. this 1 was immortal. *

stratus Mandark: nooo! not again! never again! medic bots! i need medic bots. i need the demon containment squad here immediately! Somebody! Anybody! *looks to fenrir* you savage! you vile brutish beast in human skin. you dont deserve to walk the same ground this angel. you deserve pain! you deserve suffering. i wish youd experience the devastation that utter turmoil brings! maybe then youd know. maybe then youd have a clue! *evil essence imbued at the core of corpse doll DeDe responds to the raw desire in Mandark heart for vengence. her damage regenerates instantly. she teleports and appears floating above mandark with red wings, a red halo., and 2 elegant red swords. His very own Angel of war. she gracefully slashes fenrir across the chest with a twin bladed strike.* meanwhile in a pocket dimension created by none other than HIM. Victoria was in a makeshift gladiator pit fighting waves of cloned past enemies. she had been mysteriously given a power and form similar to Mimi and HIM. she wasnt entirely on her own though. she had a little maniac of a shadow demon to keep her company. And of course HIM was there watching her every move. any ways the more she fought the better it felt. the enimies fell like dominos. she was untouchable. On a totally differnet level. None of them were technically real which meant nothing was off limits. she could attack with utter freedom. it was intoxicating. the evil essence adored its new host. HIM: its just as i thought. Victoria you are a "prime seed" *looks at clipboard with charts.* from you stems every possible branch of evolution. your compatible with every form and power. your truly something special. not even mimi could adapt to my power that quickly and she's my own flesh and blood. With you i can create something truly Ultimate. *enters arena in person, wearing black robes and a light saber* now your real training begins. *attacks*

FangOfFenrir *Fenrir lets the blood drip to the stone floor of the cavern as he lets out a roar of pain and takes a defensive stance* F: "Mandark, right? Hear me out. You are DEAD, that monstrosity you have claimed as your dame, even more so." F: "Point is that thing is not the 'angel' you loved, she's in that place up there with the pearly gates and stuff, that thing is a just a reanimated corpse. Not even with her soul inside it, mind you!" F: " You did horrendous things to land yourself down here, cuz' from what I hear the Big Guy is pretty forgiving, but that could change. Turn that thing on some of those hellbeasts down there, you'll save the LIVING, and you might be redeemed and see your sweetheart again."

FangOfFenrir ((*SCREECHES*))