5295/Borrowed Spaces

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Borrowed Spaces
Date of Scene: 21 February 2021
Location: Holy Ghost Church
Synopsis: Hellstrom pays a visit to Cloak and Dagger. They get up to some darkforce dimension craziness. Featuring the Predator.
Cast of Characters: Daimon Hellstrom, Tandy Bowen, Tyrone Johnson




Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    The nave of the church becomes preternaturally warmer. Then, suddenly in the center of the room (central aisle), a vortex of infernal flame erupts and swirls in a 6' diameter, 8' tall vortex. Suddenly there's the smell of brimstone that will linger a few minutes even after the vortex fades. Then, in the center of the vortex stands a man wearing a posh black business suit and red soled leather shoes. Upon his left lapel is a tiny pentagram pin of gold. His tie is also black with red stripes over a deep red dress shirt. He straightens his cufflinks as the vortex fades, leaving the room warm. No fire remains, nor does anything burn that the fire may have brushed against. He stands facing the altar and the old crucifix mounted to the wall. He stares at the idol and mutters, "Oh the pain you have wrought. Had you known it would turn out like it did - I'll bet you would have done it totally different."

Tandy Bowen has posed:
The young woman named Tandy was currently sleeping in the corner of the church new the pews. She's wrapped in a worn down sleeping bag with a ratty blanket wrapped around her. The duo of light and dark has an intense over night to early morning routine and thus she tends to sleep during the day.

It's also freezing, save for the small portable rectangle heater that looks as if it was built out of Stark Tech nearby. The perk of friends in high places.

When the room erupts in a bright light and angry heat, the young girl startles awake, pushing herself upwards in a flail of limbs and blanket. She's dressed in a heavy jacket, a shirt and some jeans beneath the sleeping bag with her thick blonde hair a bit ruffled.

As she stares at the man speaking to the idol, she forms a blade of light in her hand as the shadows are chased away to reveal the glowing angel. "Who the hell are you and why are you in my home?"

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
Cloak doesn't sleep. Sure, there are plenty of times he'll sit there brooding in his own thoughts during the quiet hours, but never does he just sleep. He watches over the sleeping Tandy, musing over their encounters of the day prior and the strange encounters, including mention of a dark power so similar to his own. Did more kids survive the drug trials? Are there others like them?

So many questions. Questions that, for now, remain unanswered and then forgotten as a devil arrives at the church.

The shrouded man abruptly rises to his full height and appears in front of Tandy in a rush of shadow and icy air.

"Start with the latter, in case we don't need your name." He tacks on with a low growl.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Turning to address the confrontational voice, Daimon does not appear 'defensive' or 'hostile'. Instead, he gazes across the room toward the blonde holding the blade of light and tilts his head ever so slightly to the right. He offers a slight smile and his tone is upbeat - as if he's pleased to see her, "Well, hello there."

    Yet, the sudden rise of the dark and shadowy figure that obscures his view of the diminutive girl causes Daimon to reconsider the moment. His gaze shifts from pleased and elated to curious and analytical. He refocuses his vision to gaze into the soul of Cloak.

    Daimon has a rather unusual ability to perceive broad patterns in the souls of those he encounters. Basically, he can tell what sort of soul you have. He can, in a general sense, tell if you are a 'good person' or a 'bad person' and all the subtle shadings in between. He can occasionally perceive specific sins or actions that eat away at someone or that they try very hard to deny or hide.

    "Well, had I known this was your home, then I would have knocked. The reasons for my presence are simple; I needed a holy place in which to perform a divine channeling. And obviously, this place being /abandoned/, I would have never suspected occupants beyond that of the standard homeless that litter this city. Especially not the likes of you two. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Daimon Hellstrom. Paranormal Investigator, Professor of the Supernatural, World's leading Exorcist - at your service."

Tandy Bowen has posed:
As Cloak appears, the light behind him starts to burn brighter, followed by Dagger peeking around him, now in her snug leotard with the sword cut out through the front. The glowing cresent moon forms over the top of one eye in a fiery blaze. "An exorcist?" There is a bit of nervous energy in her voice as she gives a glance upwards towards her partner, then back towards the new stranger.

"We are Cloak and Dagger. We protect these streets." She continues to give him a critical look-over, keeping her body tense and at the ready to leap into her partner's dark dimension if need be.

"We are not demons that need to be removed."

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
"You actually paid money to get a piece of paper certifyin' a degree in that?" Cloak says as he crosses his arms across his chest. A touted professor presumably has the credentials. "Hmf."

"So channeling? What's that, calling things to come invade our... living room?" He gestures towards the forehalf of the church. "Pretty sure ain't nothing sacred has visited here in a damn long time. Or did some quack send you after us with all of this angel and devil gossip we keep hearing about?"

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    While they spoke, Hellstrom was given the amount of time needed to discern the nature of Cloak's being. That amount of time also allowed him to process the unique qualities presented. Hellstrom states in a humored tone as he crosses his arms over his chest, "Cloak and Dagger, is it? I'm going to assume there's no question about discerning who is whom. Channeling is the means by which I can commune with a certain divine being. I will not be bringing anyone here to further interrupt your domicile. However, I do have to question your choice of living arrangements. Surely, two heroes such as yourselves are not living in squalor and soiled rubbish."

    While there were other questions about his credentials, Hellstrom chooses not even to pursue that line of questioning. He treats those words as rhetorical or perhaps an attempt at slander or insults.

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
There's a man under that fabric and shadow. Distant, like he was more of a barely tangible soul than a physical being. The pull of the dimension is always there, like claws sunk into his soul and grown into it. Claws of something big, powerful, and hungry. Arguably evil, and its influences runs through Cloak as much as tainted blood.

Tandy is a different being. Bright as a star, burning like the sun, like Life itself punched a hole through her soul and is shining through in all of its pure and fierce glory. But between them, there is an unmistakable connection, the expression of duality. Light and dark, life and death; flowing and moving between one another in a constant cycle.

"We ain't on the fancy payrolls." Is all that Cloak says in regards to their living conditions. "This works. It's quiet, beneath notice. Just could do with a roof. So which side of the line are you on? Call yourself a hero, a villain, or someone who gets stuck in the middle?"

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Daimon is very curious with all the fancy dichotomies he sees, but especially interested in the darkness over the light. His arms unfold and he takes a step forward - still around 20 feet from the duo. His hands turn upward, elbows slightly bent, while he explains. He states quite encouraged by the engagement of the conversation, "Quite caught up in the middle. While I prefer both sides to go unmolested by outside forces, I let things happen as they happen. Just as long as no body gets hurt in the process. Call me /heroic leaning/. If you will. And since it was declared that you two protect the streets. I'm going to assume you are the good guys who want to save the world from itself."

Tandy Bowen has posed:
As she listens to them, Tandy makes her way around Cloak and heads over towards the bag of food and water they have stored for her. Taking out a granola bar, she begins to unwrap it, followed by a few nips from it. "We just look to protect the innocent from those that are preyed upon. Those who are hurt by drugs, mostly. We're kind of like DARE, but far scarier."

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
"Adults can mostly make their own choices." Cloak says in the wake of Tandy. "We'll help 'em, sure, but they're not our focus."

"Kids don't always get as good a opportunity. We focus on the drug peddlers, the traffickers, the abusers. Figure if you can save a kid and get them back on their feet, maybe they'll have a chance for a good life - and save some others. Then you remove the little guys from the street, there's less building up the bigger guys on top. We just don't believe in the redeem first-punish second approach a lot out there do. "

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    "Ah, protecting the children. The world could use a lot more of your type." Daimon says with a tone of being pleased with the duo's answers. But then he takes on a darker tone, one of accusation and question of tactics - also focusing on Cloak himself, "And I'm to assume that the punish first, with the focus on the corrupting adults, is exacted by the demon that resides within you?"

Tandy Bowen has posed:
"No one is safe from punishment when they hurt children." Tandy says as she works her way through the snack, then crumples the wrapper to throw into a plastic garbage bin that they salvaged. It has mostly wrappers and water bottles in it.

At the mention of the demon inside of Cloak, her eyes glance towards her partner, then back towards the son of Satan with a narrowing of her eyes. "How did you know about that?"

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
"I don't know what the hell it is. Only that it's something." Says Cloak with a darkening scowl. "Something big and mean. Wasn't sure if it was the drugs that took a shape, or maybe even my own evils. But a demon? ...guess that makes as much sense."

He crosses his arms over his chest as a warding wall of striped dark fabric. "I'd just been calling it The Hunger, cuz it always is. Take it that's part of your job as a demon doctor?" Paranormal professor, whatever. "Cuz I'd sure love to know what it is."

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Daimon reiterates from the earlier notation. His eyes glance from Dagger then to Cloak half way through his dialogue, "World's leading Exorcist - as noted before. I know things. I see things. And the creature within the darkness of Cloak's cloak is quite infernal. Perhaps you did not know the source of that hunger? Perhaps you did not know you were influenced by another entity? That is quite common amongst the possessed." He then focuses wholly on Cloak and says, "Which brings up the dilemma. If you were to be exorcised, would that strip you of your power and thus usefulness against evil and corruption? Or would it leave you with your abilities to channel and control the /other/ darkness within you. To know the answers to your questions, we would have to call the demon from you and speak to it face to face..." His last statement seems to bring a happiness to Daimon's face, as if he's looking forward to such an encounter.

Tandy Bowen has posed:
"We shouldn't be stripping Cloak of anything. We got these powers after we were experimented on with a drug called D-Lite. A synthetic heroin. It wasn't until much later that I started to feel the presence of this 'other' deep in the dark. We've never seen it, but I've felt it, heard it rumbling." Tandy says as she gives a furrow of her brow in thought.

"But, I could take you into the darkness so that perhaps you can see for yourself what this hunger may very well be."

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
"So what now, the drugs were demon-possessed? What about you?" Cloak says to Tandy, sounding not at all comforted by the revelation. His concerns about her are clear.

His head jerks back around towards Daimon and his frown darkens. "So you wanna let this thing out? Yah, thanks for the help, but no. I don't know you, and I certainly don't know your intentions. Besides, if I was given this.. Thing, then maybe I was given it to control it. Or certainly use it. Use evil to fight evil. I couldn't do anything of this before the drug. When I need to be Me, I can do it. Willpower, Dagger's light. Then I can take me back like I was, but not always for long."

Suggestions of going into the darkness doesn't seem to settle well on him, likely due to his already clear distrust. "All I need to know what it is and what it wants, so I can learn how to say no when it needs to hear it."

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Listening to the words of both, and processing them, Hellstrom considers a few things. He then reiterates and offers those considerations in kind, "Cloak, correct me if I'm wrong. But you're implying that Dagger's light energy must be consumed for you to be /you/? Is that like a drug that you must take to become /better/ and not influenced by the demon within? Therefore sating the demon's hunger?" He unbuttons his jacket and begins to remove it. He will fold it long ways (backwards) and then lay it over the back of a pew.

Tandy Bowen has posed:
"He needs my light to survive, to feed from it. I need his dark to cool my light, or else I will burn up. Like.. explode." Tandy says as she folds her arms over her chest. "But no, I do not have a mosnter inside of me. I just get really sick if I do not discharge my light quick enough."

She glances over towards Cloak with a concerned look in her eyes, shifting her jaws to one side.

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
"It's a necessity for us, not because we want to." Cloak explains as he squares his shoulders and lifts his chin. Defensive. Indignant. Dismissing. "It's not about being better. It's about her not dying, and me not killing people who don't deserve that. Neither of us want this. At the same time, even getting rid of them... then what? Sure, we're free of that and can be selfish and go back to normal lives. But what about the people out there who need us? So we suffer for them, and find a balance."

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    "Let's rewind a tick, shall we?" states Hellstrom as he raises his right hand and index finger makes a circle in the air to indicate winding back the clock. "We are not sure your powers are linked to the demon. Considering that Dagger's are not - as I see no indication of a demon within her. It would be wise however to discern the nature of the demon and its influence over you - whether it be the source of your power, or a convenient passenger attached to them - if it even has any connection at all. I propose this, as Dagger suggested, she take me /inside of you/ and I have a conversation with the demon. I'm definitely one to believe that evil can fight evil... however, if the demon is potentially harmful to either of you, or to innocents, then something should be done."

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
Tyrone Johnson pulls a grimace that lines his dark face further in shadow. He quiet for a few moments as he thinks over this, once or twice looking in Tandy's direction as he does as though weighing her opinions on this.

"I don't like it." He says finally and rather obviously before hissing in resignation, "But... ff, you're right. Can't fight it or live with it if I don't know it. And you know how to do that, as convenient as it is you just showed up here. Fine. Stick next to Dagger until you know its safe, I dunno what that place'll do to you."

Tandy Bowen has posed:
"I am not afraid of whatever is inside of Cloak's darkness. If anything, that monster may very well be feeding on the light that I give him." Tandy says as she gives a long stretch of her body, then starts to glow brightly as she steps forward towards Damion, reaching out with her hand towards him.

"Take my hand, or else you will be driven mad by your greatest fears and sins. Without my light, you would be lost." With her free hand, she holds it towards Cloak as she lets some of her light drain from her fingertips.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Hellstrom smiles, quite pleased with the direction this is going. He raises his left hand just out to his left and a trident standing just over 6 feet appears. It's golden and enflamed. That flame flows over his body and burns off his shirt and tie revealing his muscular frame and a fiery pentagram upon his chest. His pants are also burned, but instead of disappearing they are changed to a demon leather of deep red and his shoes shift to boots that also match the material and abrasive texture. The flame around his body fades, yet the trident remains ablaze. His eyes are also encircled by flame and his facial features seem to become harder, more chiseled.

    As Dagger approaches, Hellstrom smiles, "I'm sure that would happen to mortals, but not to the Son of Satan." He takes her hand none-the-less. His grip is warm to her touch and he says, "Lead on." and he will move with her as she moves forward into the darkness.

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
"And you call yourself hero leaning?" Cloak says with a snort and a narrowing of his eyes towards Daimon's transformation. "It takes a demon to know one, does it?"

His eyes briefly regard the surrounding church. Nothing catches on fire. Nothing blazes in outraged holy light. There's not even the scamper of a rat. Which means either nothing sacred is left here, God doesn't exist, or God doesn't care.

"Let's get this over with." He says bitterly as he stretches out his arms, showing the faint impression of a formless body of shadow and a void beyond. "Just know that if you hurt one hair on her head, I'll drag your corpse in front of your father myself."

Tandy Bowen has posed:
Hesitating, Tandy stares at the man during his transformation. "The son of Satan?" She looks nervous now, glancing over towards Cloak as her eyes widen. "Geez." She breathes out. As her light touches him once she takes his hand, he'd be able to feel the warmth of her living light flow through him. The Lord's light. It's soothing to the touch, designed to purify the sick and diseased.

As she steps forward, she makes her way into the darkness, leading him as the cold dark swallows them whole. Onwards.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    "Of course..." Hellstrom says dismissively to the threats of violence regarding harming Dagger. "But it should be pointed out, it takes a Hell-Lord to know a demon. I'm not as pathetic as those creatures. I lord over them." Then into the darkness he sinks with Dagger. Such a wonderful darkness.

    Once inside, he comments in humor regarding the inner workings of the darkforce dimension and Cloak himself, " 'He wears black on the outside because black is how he feels on the inside.'." and then sites the original writer of the line, "-Morrissey."

    His fiery eyes shift, scanning the 'realm' for the infernal presence. Seeking the eyes and black heart of the demon.

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
"Next time I come 'cross some old white chick demanding to see the manager, I'll know where to send her too, your Lordship." Cloak deadpans to Hellstrom before the church is lost to darkness.

The dimension is silent. It's not the restful quiet of night. It's the silence of someone holding their breath in the closet, trying to hide from the murderer outside. The air is permeated with fear. With despair. With grief and horror. It's that oppressive feeling that people say spawns vengeful ghosts, and their dread sets the air to an frigid cold. It's not the cold of the grave, it's the cold of the vacuum of space. Just endless, frigid, silent nothingness.

All that is initially seen is the wane silver aura of Dagger's light illuminating the space immediately around them and the pulsing glow of the fiery trident. There's no signs of anyone present, presumable the thieves of the day prior was kicked out someplace convenient.

Tandy Bowen has posed:
As she throws up her free hand, Dagger lets her powers rip free through the dark. While they are surrounded by the shadows, beneath their feet is something of a sandy beach, though there is no water nearby. It's just old, ancient sand and dirt, filled with valleys and hills around them. Everything is gray, sullen and sad.

As she looks around, she gives Daimon's hand a squeeze before she lets him go so that he can feel the full force of the dark dimension. If he is an expert and an exorcist, she trusts he won't be ripped apart by the madness.

"So, here we are .. in the Between."

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Hellstrom's trident glows, flickers of infernal fire, albeit the darkness absorbs the light after mere inches to feet (absorbs or there's nothing to reflect off of). It's enough that he can be seen by Dagger and he can see her. However, he has 'sight-beyond-sight' that allows him to seek out the evil. Plus, there's her illumination that spreads throughout giving his sight an advantage - her light is alive.

    Hellstrom smiles as he looks around and says, "Now this is my kinda place. Silent, devoid of the constant noise of people or demons whining and bitching about how pathetic their lives are. Empty as far as the eye can see..." He steps away from Dagger a few steps and flexes, seemingly enjoying the peace and quiet of the dimension.

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
It's probably not a surprise a world like this is empty. If the demon is as ravenous as described, it'd stand to reason it long consumed anything remotely qualifying as food. If anything remains out there, it knows to stay quiet and unnoticed. There's a dim sense of it out there for Daimon, that nagging awareness of a predator watching from the dark. It doesn't seem to be in their immediate vicinity.

Tandy Bowen has posed:
"Well, I can always just leave you here so that you can have a life of Netflix and chilling in the dark." Tandy says with a glance over towards him. As her light burns bright, she whips one hand outwards, throwing out a seeking light blade as it cuts through the darkest shadows.

"I have never seent his creature, if there is one. But I have heard the growling laughter at times. It unnerves me." As she follows after the light blade, she can feel the ground shift beneath her in dusty gray clouds.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Lifting off the ground, Daimon rises 2 feet from the surface. He 'feels' for what he can feel. He knows its out there. Just where? He looks down to Dagger as she speaks of its presence and her history with it. He watches the thrown blade and it's overall trajectory. He comments, "Oh, it's near." Then he calls out louder, as if to taunt the creature, "It Hiding! A Coward! A Pathetic, Puny, Useless Demon! I know you're out there! I know you're Cowering in the shadows! Afraid!"

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
The words of Satan's son echo through the vast expanse, fading out quickly in the oppressive silence and leaving their combined light to remain the primary identification of their position.

What feels like a minute passes, maybe two. Maybe an hour. Or is it more like a week? Nah, probably just a few minutes. Time is a strange sensation when removed from familiar reality.

Just behind them, there is the low cough of a tiger before something charges out of the dark.

It's massive. Like an obscene bull elephant in scale, first charging on four legs and then rising up even higher to two just outside of the aura of light. It's Lovecraftian in nature, a sickening amalgam of insect, fish, and dragon on cloven back hooves and bony, taloned hands. It's armored, scaled, and furred in putrid greens and browns. Its face is almost comically tiny compared to the massive body, with most of it occupied by a gaping jaw with teeth too big to fit.

Black, empty eyes fixate on the two figures and it shrieks out in a mix of a falcon's scream and a bull's bellow as it focuses on Daimon first. "You have no power here! This is MY realm. MINE! I will shatter your bones to pick my teeth, and your flesh will make a fine bed to lay on."

To Tandy, there is a snake's hiss as its jaws twist in what may be a smile that is all hunger. "And you. I watch you pass through. So bright. So warm. A feast like I have never seen."

Tandy Bowen has posed:
"I don't know if that's the best way of approaching this situation." Tandy says to Daimon as he calls out his taunts. "Usually how these things go is that someone gets upset, and then they --- " There is a pause at the sound of a stampede behind them.

".. Do exactly that."

As she whirls around, her light forms around her, followed by blasting outwards with both hands towards the monster. "Geez! Is that what has been living inside Ty' this entire time?! I'm not your snack!"

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Turning to face the abomination; Hellstrom's expression turns from annoyed taunting to that of excitement when he sees the opposition. His lips part and he smiles broadly. He mutters to himself, "Well, hello there.". He also starts to propel himself toward the oncoming creature. Yards will pass beneath his feet before they touch the ground once again. Both hands grasp the trident and he is in an attacking posture and running toward the demon. His body becomes bathed in hellfire as he intends to engage the demon in hand to hand combat. Hellstrom lives for these engagements, enjoys them, thrives on them. For he is not afraid of death, injury, nor being the victim of some lower level demon.

    Hellstrom offers his own preternatural roar as he charges and then yells just before leaping into the air to attack with his trident, "YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR ME DEMON, YOU WILL FALL TO THE SON OF SATAN!"

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
"Mortal child, stop fooling yourself. You already /are/." The eldritch beast laughs, like the sound of rusted swords grinding against one another in battle.

The laugh, however, is cut short. Hellstrom is in motion, and the Predator throws up one bony, chitinous arm against the fiery trident. "Leave or die! Shame to your line! Human-loving traitor!"

It roars in hot rage and the shuddering notes of fear. It knows, it knows the power it is up against. The other taloned hand swings through the air, trying to knock aside the charging Daimon with a strike that looks like it's cleave boulders in two.

Tandy Bowen has posed:
As the two prepare to do battle, Dagger's eyes widen at the sight of Daimon's power. Now she truly knows what it is like being a D-List superhero. A trio of blades forms once more in her hand as she throws them towards the creature, letting them whistle through the dark hair before they strike him in the chest.

Though he may feed on light, she hopes that these may at least slow him down, or distract him long enough for the prince of Hell to strike. "Cloak, can you see this thing? It's pretty big."

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    The trident will go through the demon's flesh and lodge itself into the upraised arm. It burns hellfire and soulfire alike. Sure, one would think that a hell spawn creature would be invulnerable to such an attack. Yet, it is mystical in nature and will harm anything that it touches. Additionally, the trident amplifies Daimon's own personal energies. The demon will lash out at Daimon. The Son of Satan expected it. Using the trident as leverage, Hellstrom will twist himself up and over the demon - pulling the trident harder and toward the demon's chest (also trying to pin the demon's arm in the process). Behind the demon, Daimon will reach around the neck of the demon and grab the trident with both hands. His legs will also wrap around the waist of the demon to anchor himself. And he will pull the trident in hopes of piercing the chest of the demon.

    Dagger may take note that Daimon's features have changed even more than before. Now he has horns on his forehead, flaming hair, deformed (goatish) legs and a tail. He is also smiling. Very excited and happy to be fighting.

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
And dual-blow fire and mystical mysteries aside, the trident is *still pointy* and jammed through its arm. The Predator cries in pain and outrage, lashing and twisting like a bucking bronco as Daimon climbs it. For all it boasted that it intends to consume Dagger and clearly has a compulsion to consume light, the concentrated blades of her power strike an equal blow. They pierce that strange, hybrid carapace-hide of the Predator, punching holes through its chest and hissing as it cauterizes, much as the fires of the trident do.

"I will destroy you!" It howls in impotent rage, because its clearly punching outside of its weight class. Too long has it grown fat and lazy hunting weak-willed and powerless humans. The strength of the Hell-Lord is greater than its own. Slowly but inevitably, the trident is pulled towards the wounds the Lightdaggers already caused, and the tines sink into its chest.

The demon gives a horrific scream, one that echoes through the dark expanses like a siren. Numerous other howls and roars, shrieks and moans go up in the dark. Allies? Enemies? Was one Cloak? It's hard to tell, but there's the awareness that they're definitely not alone.

Tandy Bowen has posed:
Spinning the light blades about in her hand, Dagger continues to slowly circle in the dark as she keeps her light trained on the pair like a spotlight. Though she is not going toe to toe with this monster, she still feels nervous about the unknown. This place is still very much a mystery to her.

"That doesn't sound good! Cloak, are you okay?" She calls out to him as she lobs a few orbs of light upwards, then expands them outwards with a push of her hands so that they circle her like small orbits.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    In an attempt to finish the creature off. Hellstrom will do what he can to shove the trident deeper within the chest cavity of the demon. He calls out to Dagger - his voice is rough, nothing like the silky smooth baritone from before, "Strike him again! Pierce the demon's heart with your light!" There's a resonance to his voice with the background hisssss or sounds of searing. He struggles against the strength of the creature in his attempt to further skewer the creature with the trident. There's lots of grunting and demonic growling.

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
The Predator thrashes and jerks, swiping claws at the trident in his chest and the hands holding it. Not so much luck. The Lordling has a potent grip.

As a matter of desperation, the monster throws himself down onto four limbs and then just rolls himself over like a horse with biting flies. He's a big old brute, and is likely hoping he'll just crush Hellstrom under him. It's bound to make things difficult for Tandy to aim, unless she can catch the monster when he's not flailing himself.

Tandy Bowen has posed:
As she charges forward with the speed of an athlete, Tandy nods her head in affirmation to Daimon. She slams her hands together, then draws them back as a long blade of light forms shaped like a curved sword. She holds the sword with one hand, while the other comes up to give a sharp *BURST* of light, looking to stun and blind The Predator momentarily.

With that, she will strike, swinging the sword downwards as she jumps towards the creature, hoping to drive it into the creature's chest as her blade burns with the light of a sun.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Smashed into the darkforce sand, Hellstrom holds on tightly. The width of the creature is double that of the Hell-Lord. The nature of the creature's irregular shape seems to cover Hellstrom almost fully as he is ground into the darkforce surface. He is only able to see over the Predator's left shoulder as Dagger strikes with her light sword. He continues to hold strong, regardless of the weight of the creature - at this point in his being Hellstrom can lift nearly a ton.

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
The Predator may have Hellstrom pinned down - until the man decides like bench pressing the beast - but Dagger is prepared for the fight. The slight woman bounds up the thrashing demon with the flaming trident her guide. The Predator can't defend itself against them both, and with an unearthly howl and a font of oily green-black ichor, the beast falls under the onslaught of the two.

Death in its own realm, however, doesn't seem to easy. As it falls still, the carcass of the monster crumbles away like the sands around them. There's a brief shadow left in its place, before it takes off past their circle of light and out into the dark.

Tandy Bowen has posed:
Pulling the blade free, it disappears from Dagger's hand as she stares down at the crumbling beast, then lets out a low sigh. "It worked." She says, then glances upwards and around the darkness as she calls out again. "Cloak! Can you hear us? Are you okay? We got rid of the monster!"

Her hands glow brighter as he holds them out, looking to chase the shadows away and lead Daimon back towards the exit. She is still cautious as she continues to listen to the quiet expanse of the lands. "So .. you are /really/ the son of Satan?"

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    While rising up to a seated position and then to fully standing, Hellstrom's form shifts from more demonic to more Hellstrom. The horns fade, the tail recedes and his legs go back human - however his pants are shredded below his thighs. He brushes himself off and he listens for a response from Cloak after Dagger calls out. When her question is directed to him, Hellstrom says, "Indeed. Though, I am clearly not my father's son. I've no interest in his exploits and nature.... however, as it was pointed out - the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Tyrone Johnson has posed:
No doubt aware - at least in some fashion - of the chaos going on within, Cloak soon appears a short distance away. He's hunches over slightly as if uncomfortable, though he looks like himself. Which isn't saying a lot for a big shadowy guy.

"I was trying to cross, but it was chaos. What happened?" Asks the man as he approaches the two, having missed the transformation from semi-demon to man. "And why do things seem.. brighter?" Brighter by many a few infinitesimal ticks on the exposure chart, but there is a slight calm where before there was not. The light from Dagger looks cleaner and seems to stretch farther.