Hosed Halloween Horror Pt. 3

******November 2nd, 2015; 9:30PM******

The small group of high society socialites had backed up a bit when the old homeless woman had approached them after numerous taunts about her being poor and homeless.  When she shot towards the group, they all hid behind the one woman of the group that wasn’t scared by her at all.  Eventually the homeless woman grabbed the wrist of the woman and start muttering under her breath, smiling when a small burst of light happened at the point where the younger woman’s arm was grabbed.

“What did you do to me, you old hag?”  The woman was angry that she was being touched by someone like her, purple eyes flashing with anger.

“You are now cursed to know what I have gone through.  You will lose all of your money, your friends, your privileges, everything will be gone.”  She half wheezed as she looked her target right in the eye before cackling a little at what she had done.

One of the young men in the group put a hand on the young woman’s shoulder.  “Don’t believe her, Rosalind.  It’s just a trick.”

Rosalind Chambers looked at the man real quick before yanking the scarf from around his neck.  She wrapped it around her left hand and grabbed the witch’s other arm and then wrenched it to an unnatural position.  She wasn’t about to let the people she was with know that she could read minds so the witch’s threat was real, but she was going to make sure it didn’t stick.  “I don’t know why you think you can push back against us, but you’re going to remove that curse before any damage is done.”  While she chewed out the witch, she started using her power on her.  When the witch’s eyes widened, she smiled, confident that her powers were working on the older woman just fine.

The witch recoiled in shock as an overwhelming fear overtook her from out of nowhere.  “Please don’t hurt me…” She squeaked out as she tried to get herself free from the younger woman’s grip.

“Remove the curse and never bother us again, then you can get on with your miserable life.”  Siren responded with a tone that was colder than ice.

“I will…but…can’t concentrate…to…cast…”  The witch was on the verge of hyperventilating as she tried to take a step back but found her legs buckling under her.  In a few seconds, she felt herself calming down significantly, more than enough to concentrate to cast spells again.

“You have 30 seconds, be quick about it.” Siren’s patience had long since run out and she wanted this to be over and done with.

The witch nodded and started mumbling to herself again. Seconds later, she touched the same spot she had grabbed before as she finished the spell.  Another small flash of light went off as a rune lit up and shattered into bits of light, evaporating before they hit the ground.  “It is done, but in the future you should think about how you react to other people.  The next beggar in the street may be you one day.”  She sounded defeated as she offered some advice to the group before the terror started to return.

“Good. Now get away from us before I have you arrested for vagrancy.”  Siren half barked at the witch as she let go of the arm.  Once freed, the woman hobbled away as fast as she could, heading around the nearest corner to get out of sight in about a minute.  Once she was finally gone, Rosalind tossed the scarf back to the guy she took it from.  “I’m going to finish drinking at home.  TAXI!”  She shouted once she got to the curb at one of the small fleet of yellow sedans driving by the road at this time of night.

******North of the Imperial Capital of Altdorf, after sundown******

The last of the cultists still alive had just finished the incantation to open the portal at the hidden spot of power.  The rest of his comrades being killed by the Knights that charged into the clearing intending to cleanse the area of the taint of chaos before it was too late.  Before they could cut down the last man, an energy vortex shot into the night sky. Beyond the sickly green light, a form could be seen coalescing into the world with deep red glowing eyes.  Far too soon for most of the people on the ground, the energy fell away, revealing a demon with six arms. All eight fingers on each hand ended in talons that look like they could punch through even the sturdiest steel armor.  “Look upon me mortals and despair, for I am your death.”  The demon bellowed from multiple mouths found all over the body to shake the nerves of everyone standing before him.

After his proclamation, most of the assembled group took a few steps back and were huddled together in fear, all except for one man.  He did not move from the spot where he stopped at all.  He just stood there, looking at the demon through the visor on his helmet.

The demon looked at him with all five eyes with amusement; the mouths that could smile did so as he crouched down and looked at the one man in front of him.  “Show me your face, mortal. I would see the man that can look into the face of sheer terror and not flinch.”

The man lifted up the visor on his helmet before crossing his arms across his armored barrel chest.  The demon saw a pair of blue eyes staring him down. Occasionally he would move his upper lip causing his red handlebar mustache to twitch a little.  The one thing that was starting to annoy the demon a little was his refusal to utter a single word.

“Tell me your name, mortal, and I will make sure they carve it on your tombstone.”  The demon growled this time as the rest of the assembled Knights started to approach a little closer, gaining some bravery from their comrade that didn’t run.

The man standing in front of the demon calmly picked up his weapon, a hammer nearly as tall as he was, off the ground.  He continued to radiate an aura of indifference to the appearance of the demon as he got close enough to bring the hammer down on the knee the demon didn’t have in the ground with all his might.  He allowed himself a slight smile as the leg turned partially to pulp and the demon howled in pain from all his mouths at the same time.  As the demon fell to the ground with small bits of black ichor oozing out of the leg, the man moved around to a different position and brought his hammer down again, catching two of the three arms on one side.  Another multiplied howl of pain came from the demon as it looked like both of those arms were broken where the weapon impacted them.

By now the demon was in an indescribable amount of pain, and rolling around on the ground as the man came around to his head, stomping on his chest with an armored boot to get the thing to stay still before he leaned down, boring two holes into the demon’s head with a glare.  “Tell the rest of the demon filth that Lord Alexsandr Kerensky of Altdorf will not tolerate their presence even for a second.”  The deep baritone of the man’s voice reverberated through the demon from the one sentence he spoke before closing the visor and lifting the hammer for one final blow.  The demon almost felt he could feel a small twinge of fear before the hammer buried itself in all five eyes.