A man and his demon (Open)

At 4:30 p.m., St. Mark’s Cathedral in Steel City opens for confessions. At 5:00 p.m. the Cathedral was set on fire by an unknown source.


Abog stood at the foot of the Cathedral, staring at the entrance. It was as if he was standing in front of the pearly gates, except these gates were wooden and not so pearly. He lifted his wrist up and looked at the time on his watch. 4:30 p.m. The time at which the confessional is open and the only time he would be able to reach help sense Goba is asleep. He walked into the Cathedral. The current visitors were elderly and few. Abog felt reliefed that the Cathedral had so few people instead of it being full. He walked into the line (2 people were waiting) and waited patiently. The woman in front of him turned around and offered a pamphlet that was supposed to remind him of what sins he had done. He shook his hand and smiled at the gesture. He couldn’t think about what he had done or else it would awake Goba.

He finally sat in the confessional seat. Before the priest could say anything he spoke. “Father,” He said, “Do you do exorcisms?” The priest just stared at him and asked. “Why do you need this, my son? Because I doubt that you do need it for you walked into the Church.” Abog shook his head and said. “Never mind, I should have talked to you out of Church.” He stood up, about to leave when the priest said. “Wait, let me do the act of confession.” Abog’s eyes widened as the priest began to pray. With a curdling scream he covered his ears as he heard Goba’s voice screaming in his head as if he was being tortured. He stumbled out of the confessional and knelt, his chest growing a bulge as his eyes and ears started leaking blood. The pain of another body leaving his was horrid. His shirt ripped open, revealing a head growing out of his chest. Then an arm came out, grabbing his shoulder as it pushed itself away, another hand doing the same with his other shoulder.

With one push, a body came out of Abog, naked as birth. Fire surrounded the naked man, creating cloths as red as blood, and wings like that of a bat. The man stood up fully and looked around as smoke continued to arise from his body. Not from the flames, but from him being there. “Why have you brought me to this place? Have you planned to send me back to Hell? Silly Abog.” He said as his eyes turned towards him. Everyone in the Church evacuated including the priest after seeing such evil. “Abog,” Goba said, glaring at him. “Be a dear and head for the entrance of this sanctuary. I don’t want you dieing now would I?” Abog ran towards the Church’s entrance and stopped just outside. 100ft perfect. Goba breathed in and held his hands out like the father welcoming his son back to his home.
Fire escaped his hands, spreading throughout the church. He walked towards the entrance stopping next to Abog as he was sitting on the cathedral steps. It took Goba 30 minutes to enjoy the flames but it took the police and SWAT shorter to arrive. A helicopter shone it’s light on Abog and Goba. A man with a megaphone told the two to surrender but Goba just grinned. He put his hands together, lacing his fingers, and slowly separating them to create an orb of fire. He held his hand up and threw the orb, hitting a police car and sending it flying. He held his other hand up, throwing another fireball, and another until a bombardment of fireballs hailed on the police.

Abog just sat there, wishing he could do something, but knowing that that wasn’t possible.

"This little runt wanted to get rid of me!"

He yelled, a circular fire blazing around him until it rose to his shins. Abog just brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, looking away at this monster he was stuck with.

"I will not go back to Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllll!"

He yelled, the last part ear shattering. He opened his mouth wide and fire spewed from his mouth. The fire blooming and curling as it reached towards Spider girl but some flames plummeted below towards the barricade that the police had set up. The officers had successfully escaped a fatal fate.

Goba stumbled back as the sticky substance stuck to his face. He furiously wiped his face as the smoke rose, his vision blocked but his anger still rising. He looked around and mumbled something. Then, suddenly, he breathed in and quickly out, fire surrounding him until a pillar was formed around him. The smoke left but the pillar stayed. This fight started to look like something from the Bible.

"Child, you have no idea what tortures await for all in Hell."

He spoke within the pillar, fire escaping his lips as rage built up inside him. He held his left arm up and a fire ball appeared hovering over his hand. He held his arm up and threw the fire ball towards her, then another, and another, until hails of fire spewed out of the pillar.

Goba acted fast as the water was sprayed on him. Sure the water can put out the flames but it was considered dangerous to demons, side that of holy water. His wings extended and covered his body as the water put out the flames. He held his hand out through the gape of his wings and sent a fireball to the fire truck, the nozzle that was connected to it clearly showed the source of this brat hero's water. The truck was sent flying in the air and crashing down to the earth. His wings were smoking, not from the fire, but from the water. His wings fell off of his back, withering as they were removed until they were turned to ashes. He looked around at the glorious destruction around him. Cars on fire, buildings on fire, everything around him was like a small representation of the one place he never wanted to go. He took one step down and towards the Spider-girl.

"Look around you. This place is destroyed because of me. Though it is your fault. After all, your a hero. Your suppose to stop the bad guy. But look, you barely scratched me. Well my wings are completely destroyed but..."

Fire surrounded his back and vanished as two new pairs of wings appeared. The wings moved back and forth for a moment as he was getting use to the new pair.

"Much better. Now, back to you. It's sad really, I thought heroes were suppose to be challenging. So far I'm unimpressed with your childish antics."

He breathed in and fire surrounded the two in a circle. He was 50 ft away from Abog, whom refused to move and even look at Goba. The fire rose until it became a dome over Goba nad Spider-girl.

"This is what hell looks like....Any last words?"

He asked, cocky and confidence blinding him.

Hotwire was walking down the street when he noticed the smoke billowing from a few blocks away. He began to run, and run, and run. Soon he came upon a strange scene. A church on fire, with spider-girl fighting a man in a bat winged man wearing a red outfit. 'I'll just assume he's the bad guy' hotwire thought.

Upon seeing this, hotwire had a stroke of inspiration, he saw the wings disintegrate with the water, and the thrown hose was just what he needed.

He snuck up behind the fire engine, and touched his hand to the pump controls, though damaged, his nanochips had no issue hacking in, and increasing the pressure of the hose 10-fold.

With his connection, he ordered the upgraded pump to spray.

Goba stumbled back as the webs clanged to his face. He was getting tired of these childish games. He pulled the sticky substance off of his face, an inhuman growl coming out of his lips. He breathed in, just about to launch another fire ball, when water spewed into the dome. He didn't have enough time to dodge the water. His wings folded into each other, the fire in the dome collapsing as he was jetsoned into the steps of the cathedral, landing bellow Abog's feet. Goba's skin was slightly wet but his wings were completely gone. Only thing left of them are wholly wings. Goba slowly stood up as his skin was smoking from the water.

"You little bi-"

Goba was cut off from a tap to his shoulder. He knew it was Abog but what he didn't expect was what Abog was going to do. He turned around and his face was met with a fist. Abog had jabbed his right fist into Goba face and all time stopped within Abog's head. He was examining all possibilities of how he could take down Goba. He knew that Goba smoked sometimes so a left hook into his ribs will cause short breath. Goba had a glass jaw (well, to Abog's punches really) and gave a right uppercut towards to his chin. That would cause a break in his jaw and motion sickness. Then he would roundhouse kick his left temple, knocking him out in one blow. He agreed to this action and began. He hit Goba's right ribs but was stopped by Goba's fist against Abog's chest, sending him flying into the cathedral door. The impact was shocking him, blood coming out of his mouth.

"That should keep you there. I didn't hit hard enough to kill you. That would be too easy on you."

Goba said, grinning at what he had done. So much pain, so much hate. Goba breathed in and released a flow of fire towards the Spider girl and the fire truck. He was going to melt the truck where it parked.

Whoa, that was weird? Spider-Girl had been sure the truck had been blasted and was useless, but in mid swing of her fire hose it suddenly came alive and blasted the demon with a cold jet of water. Afterwards a random boy began to fight him while Liz looked back real quick to see how that had happened. Some other guy had seemingly repaired it, just by touching the machine.

(Mind)
"Cool. He could be of some help."

"Hey! The fire hydrant, find a way to use it to douse the area while I keep him busy."

That being said, Liz looked back to the fight as so she could aid the pedestrian just as the boy had been taken out and her own danger sense activated when Goba breathed a stream of fire in her direction. Acting instinctively, Spider-Girl jumped up and then shot her grappling hook at the top of the doorway before retracting it. this enabled her to zip forward so she could hit the demon in the chest with a dropkick.

"So I hear someone doesn't like to get wet?"

She needed to distract him while the other guy found a way to soak him again, as well as help protect this pedestrian.

"Luckily for you, I don't believe in easy."

OT: I'm sorry Hotwire but you and the others need to learn this now, we do posting order here please retype your post and next time wait for my response. You go after me and then Abogoba goes after you and so on.

Hotwire needed another distraction to give spider-girl time. Touching the near fried controls made operating the equipment harder, but do-able. Hotwire then accessed the motors in the fire trucks ladder, and swung it down. Controlling it again, he swung the ladder towards Goba.

This was the best he could do using the firetruck, and he hoped this would give him the chance to join the fight when Gobas attention wasn't on the truck. He didn't wanna get fried.

Goba stumbled back as his chest was hit with a kick, the pain more enjoyable than unbearable. He loved this kind of pain. Violence towards others was his favorite and he loved it like his own kin. He grabbed her leg on impact and grinned. He started to spin fast, gripping tight on her leg, and letting her go towards the bottom of the Cathedral steps. He could see the ladder moving clearly. He grinned at the little action.

"Do you really think such a thing can hurt me?"

He smiled and held his arm out to block it but then two little words came from behind him.

"Unser Vater..."

Goba's back stiffened as if someone struck at it. Those two words, the first words of the Lord's prayer in German. He looked back at who was speaking. It was Abog! Abog spoke those words. He was standing in front of the Cathedral doors as if he wasn't hurt at all.

"Vater im Himmel,
Dein Name werde geheiligt.
Dein Reich komme,"

Abog continued to speak those words, those blessed, yet accursed to Goba, words. Goba held his ears and shrieked as the words were like a thousand speakers playing all at once. The words piercing through his mind like a thousand arrows. The ladder struck at him, sending him falling to the ground. His body twitched and moved about crazily, like a chicken with his head decapitated.

"Quick," Abog yelled over Goba's shrieking, "Knock him out, he will not move if I pray."

Goba spat out latin words towards Abog.

"Dein Wille geschehe,
auf Erden wie im Himmel.
Gib uns heute unser tägliches Brot,"

Goba shrieked again at those words.