Fantasy fight in the Fiction section – SS


Scene setting : The Book Store

co-written with Zetta & Moo


Zetta:  Blitz walked about the town proudly, with large steps and no concern for the weaker demonic beings that dwelled there. He was making his way directly for the Bookstore, as after his confrontation prior to coming here he felt that the woman he’d been looking for.. They separated upon setting here.. She had work. So now that a bit of time had past he knew almost for sure that she would take to learning more of her new-found strengths. When he had realized she’d been improving their entire time separated before, in the Mansion, he was thrilled for a meeting. But when he put real thought into it, their clashing powers would have obliterated the fabric of the third dimension there, the power that flowed through his body, and her soul brimming with a similar power would have brought that place to ruin.. He believed. Then at the end of his thoughts he was at the entrance to the store and soon inside of it. The walls beyond the bookstore were oversieged with brimstone but inside of the place seemed much more peaceful. The stand-still was evident in a place like this.. Hell was boring, but it had interesting people in it so he had no problem staying for awhile.

He would search for the strongest once-after being halted while he was heading for Astarte. His eyes, ears, and nose laced over every inch of this place too pick up the characters here. Only two of interest. So he moved toward them, though her scent was swarmed with that of thick but ancient paper it was still easy to track as he remembered it well from the couple of times they were close to each other. Astarte was with someone else, that other interesting one here.. Blitz was upon her in the moment after, while she sat and read the book in her hand, he walked up with his hands in his pockets.

“Yoo.” He muttered lowly to only get their attention as he neared. His greeting however was only to alert them before he started his attack, his face smiling lowly. The Demigod’s palm opened and spread out fully as it began to take on a golden glow. A wide emission of Aether was gathering, and at the wave of his other hand, the blast was launched. He felt it fitting to greet her, with the other like this, par agreement.



“Mammon?” Astarte asked, tilting her head back slightly. “As in prince Mammon?” A stupid question, as nobody else had the name. And he fit the profile, alright. She blinked, lowering the book in her hands. “Ah… My name is Astarte.” She started to say something else, but she suddenly felt a familiar presence.
“Blitz–” she turned to greet him, only to find him pointing a palm toward her. Her heart caught momentarily. Oh god, not the bookstore! All the reading material! Her favorite clerk! She made an effort to push Mammon out of the way, just to spare any trouble. A demon with his reputation and personality was not good news in situations like these, or rather after they were finished.
Thinking fast as Blitz lifted his other hand, Astarte mimicked the action. Although rushed, she was somehow able to present him with a similar beam, though silver. She hadn’t exactly gathered as much energy as he had, but her endless flow from her soul gave her enough to let it grow. A matter of control was still in question. Something she’d actually feared since killing several opponents by mistake with this ability. Misuse proved to be deadly.
The beams clashed, creating a shock wave as shelves of books flew back. She had been hoping the bookstore would not fall victim to their destructive forces, but now it was unavoidable.
Had Blitz smiled before attacking? She understood what he was doing. It actually forced a sort of happiness to blossom within her. Crazy as that was, as she was pushing back with more force than he seemed to be using, as his exterior was rather calm. What else could one expect from a demigod though? She gritted her teeth, hating to admit she still wasn’t quite up to par with him.

Razorbackwriter:  The demon Prince was just doing a simple introduction to whom he thought was just a simple girl in the bookstore, when he too heard a male’s voice call out “Yoo” from behind them. The girl had just introduced herself as Astarte to which Mammon nodded simply, not having heard that name before. He was going to reply, when all of a sudden, the girl became panicked and with both hands she thrust them against Mammon’s chest and then gave him a good hard shove that would knock him well off his feet. The Demon stumbled back and hit a shelf of books, which promptly collapsed. This one hit the one behind it, and in a domino affect row after row of books were crashing down. The sky was raining books.

The Demon Prince growled loudly at the girl but this time he was about to find out that an unlikely creature had ventured into the bookstore with one target. A loud crackle and shocking blaze of light came from the opened palms of a tall man that the girl had acknowledged simply as Blitz. Blitz had begun an attack against the girl, the likes of which Mammon had not seen before down in the pits of hell. As he tried to stand up, Astarte would fire back with her own powerful ability in a beam that when it clashed with Blitz’s sent the hapless Demon Prince flying back from the blast wave.

“Wooooooooah!!!” The Demon cried as he hit a pile of destroyed books and broken shelving. His purple cape flying up and over his head, obscuring his sight. The bookshop was being blown apart from the inside by these two, and god knows what happened to the book store owner. He’d have to be awake for this. Ripping off the smoldering cape that he had worn into town, the Demon Prince attempted to stand a third time, and this time he let out an ungodly roar as he used his superhuman strength and speed, to make a charge like tackle at Blitz side on – with the hopes to take him down and stop the attack on the young girl, Astarte.




Zetta:  He allowed their powers to clash and caress each other passionately, so he could get a better understanding of the power she had been spending so much time gaining knowledge on. Blitz was unaware of all the times she had used this strength prior to then and was only happy to now see it having become this. When it came to Aether, it’s color represented all of the properties that formed the energy within. Usually concentrated life-force looked either green or purple in color, and that was because the form it grew from was either benevolent, or malevolent in nature. That color would change depending on the foreign energies within that life. His was golden- a combination of all things with matter put into a single offensive purpose and then manipulated for versatility. As her’s was silver he assumed she had gathered all possible energies except for that which was beyond her.. Which was a feat to be mentioned, as that meant she already understood several natural elements of this world, and had even picked up something else beyond them leading to this different color just a step or two from his.. He knew for sure her power lacked divine energy because she was impure and without heritage, but where she had none of that she could gain access to a source which would normally be beyond a god’s handle. That was Nether, the result of adding demonic forces to life, and twisting it totally into something dreaded. Yet he was sure she had not gotten that far either. Still; he was impressed with her progress, and she likely had even more to show him from their last encounter. But he was not going to fight her just yet, this place was not worth it; and she seemed to like being here as this was where he found her. Two different places altogether and he spots her in the library of both.. “Strong girl..” He said in minor congratulations, but the sound-waves probably did not overpower the clashing of their blasts.

While he studied he had not noticed her beam beginning to overwhelm his own wave of power, the forcefulness provided her with a few feet of distance towards him and her power would soon dominate him at this rate.. He would have pushed more as well, but he had already collected the data he wanted. So now he only watched as his energy completely dissipated before her’s and braced himself for impact. His arms folded across his face in an x-formation as he leaned forward to block off bodily damage except for his extended limbs. Chuckles puffed up within him and then were released in light breaths of a pleased man. When the two collided he held his position firmly, his arms burning slightly from the incinerating and concussive force present but he then swung both of his arms down; destroying the beam’s largest segment which was it’s front and allowed the rest to come onto him. But with those few moments of preparation he got a portal opened inside of his eye, when the blast neared it was sucked up into a vacuum that led to his pocket universe.. Against a beam this wasn’t smart, as the caster could continue to fire while he was locked in transportation and without an instantaneous movement his life would normally be in danger. His invulnerability made this a safer stunt, but he was more reliant on Astarte noticing his strength’s withdrawal. If not he’d have to actually consider a defensive strategy. But then, just as he had dispatched of most of the opposition he was suddenly tackled.

That was the movement he needed to remove himself from the direction of her blast regardless of what she did in retaliation. But with that move he was tackled and now heading to the ground. His reflexes kicked in overdrive in the face of a new opponent. His feet left the ground, but the direction of his body was still wholly under his control, he manipulated his momentum with the purpose of flight to keep himself from the floor. He lightly coughed as they collided. That strength felt like a full-on shoulder-charge against his stomach which pushed out most of the collected air in his lungs and torso. He was hardly harmed though, without the full intent of the jumping able to reach him. So while the demon might have descended, he would then be held up by Blitz only for a moment. The Demigod used this guided momentum to shift the attack into that of a counter, having taken interest in the fight once more. For now it could possibly be a two-on-one, unless Astarte backed out of it which was completely to Blitz’ disliking..

His body twisted vertically until he was on top of the demon and now forced his momentum downward to body-press the front part of the demon onto the ground with tremendous concussive force due to their combined strength put into a collision with the floor beneath. His hand was smoking from the power he suddenly dished out earlier, that radiating heat also pressed against his target’s back but with reduced effects from normal burning damage.



Astarte found herself grinning as she heard his comment. And of course she had. Her ears allowed her to hear long, long distances after all. Though as his own beam disappeared, her heart thumped in her chest as she was too slow to withdraw. She shut off the channel she had going within the next moment, and was relieved to find that he had taken the damage just fine. A sigh escaped her lips as she slumped forward, ears falling forward.
The moment didn’t last though, as Blitz was tackled by Mammon. Oh, it kept getting worse! Knowing Blitz, he would take the challenge, no matter who his opponent was. This wasn’t normally a big deal, because Astarte knew he was very, very capable of handling himself. However, she had a gut feeling that it would not be a pleasant outcome if they did fight.
Blitz and Mammon were still going down, and it was obvious that they were targeting each other. The hellcat bit her lip. Should she get in Blitz’s way, he might become upset with her. But to hell with it! She decided; it was final. She put her hands in front of her, stretched completely, and then balled them to fists before pulling them apart. Of course the two males were separated instantly. As Astarte had learned to ‘animate’ objects and other beings during her time at the mansion. Mammon would end up on his rear by the mess of books, and Blitz would sit on his under the windows across the room. She let out a huff of air.
Honestly, she had no idea how the prince would react. He seemed as if he were ruthless. Though he had also gotten the wrong idea about the greeting Blitz gave her. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t in any danger,” she explained, addressing him. “Can we leave this shop peacefully?” She never let go of either body, her hands spread away from each other, though still balled in fists.


Razorbackwriter:  When men go head to head, its usually a good idea to stay well clear, right? Not in this case it would seem. The plucky Astarte decided to take matters into her own hands as the Demon Prince and Demigod were about to come to serious blows. Mammon’s face was inches from smacking the ground, with Blitz’s fist pummeling to slam him down front first; when all of a sudden Astarte’s hand seized the Demon Prince and literally threw him along till he landed on a pile of smoldering books. Mammon let out a frustrated howl of protest and flicked his hair back away from his face so he could see his opponent now on the other side of the room under a window. The girl had flung them about like rag dolls in some tempered fit.

Mammon struggled to his feet and glared at each of the pair in turn; especially Astarte who just had to say “Don’t worry, I wasn’t in any danger.” The Demon Prince cocked his head to the right and had a “what the f*ck?” look on his face. The shop was simply in ruins. The many tomes of good books and of course the bad ones were nothing but piles of torn pages and ripped covers. Mammon reefed back from the girl’s grip, as he was quite indignant about the whole affair. The one time he tried to be nice and this is the thanks he gets? But then you have to remember, that this was of course the Demon of Greed who was standing before the pair, and his eyes turned to sharp slits as he realized something else. THIS was a couple. It was like a flickering flame had been ignited within him, and the Demon then brushed down his jacket as though there was only a speck of lint in it.

“Shame…about the bookstore. Pity, I happened to notice that you had enjoyed being amongst the many tomes.” What was the Demon getting at, you might wonder. Oh, he always had a back up plan. Taking out a card from his jacket which had his address written upon it, he offered it to the girl.

“I happen to have a substantial private library within the walls of my castle. Made sure I had the very best selection in all of hell.”

The book store owner would no doubt seek restitution from the destruction of his store and for that, the Demon Prince was willing to pay. All this done of course to gain favour with the girl that had just stopped him from having his dick kicked in the dirt by her brute of a boyfriend.

Though Mammon was still slightly disheveled and sporting an injury to his shoulder that would require attention, he tried to deem himself as being more of a gentleman, than a brute that smacks his lovey with blasts than flowers. Mammon would lick his wounds in private but for now, it was all show.

“Until next time, Astarte.” Mammon tugged on his jacket and on his way out he sung out to the book store owner. “Put it all on my tab.”




One Hell of a Bookstore – SS


Introduction of Mammon – The Demon of Greed.

Scene setting – The Book store

co-written with Moo & Zetta


Razorbackwriter:  The chiming of the bell that hung over the entrance to the book store might alert the owner that he was about to have another customer. That was if the old demon could fight off sleep. Having had no luck at the brothel, Mammon was wandering around town. He happened to acquire a small flask of whiskey from some poor sap on his travels, and was about to take a swing when he saw the signs at the counter that said, “No smoking, drinking or eating allowed.” The demon prince’s right cheek twitched as he took his cigarette from his lips and stubbed it into the nearest ashtray. Guess the old man didn’t want to see his books go up in flames, though having demons as clients that was a terrible risk.

Mammon peered over the counter at the old demon, whose head kept lulling forward as he tried in vain to stay awake. Hardly surprising since there didn’t appear to be that many customers this eve. Was there no one about on which to prey upon? This was hell after all, you would think there would be at least someone to harass.

Suddenly, Mammon’s ears pricked to the sound of a book snapping shut. He turned his head slightly to see a fair looking woman, who was just finishing looking at a book and tucking it under her arm. Mammon bobbed his head as he went to see if she had another with her – a companion perhaps, but alas she appeared to be very much alone.

Already bored after his stint at the whore-less brothel, the Demon prince sauntered in and his hood gently slipped back from the top of his head to reveal his shock of purple tinted hair. The girl was now looking at another book and clicking her tongue as she perused it’s cover. Twin tails danced out from behind her, as she appeared to be quite happy in her quest for a good read.

Mammon looked at the nearest shelf to him, that contained a series of books that were written by an author – E.L. James. The demon picked out a copy and turned it over. It was called “Fifty Shades of Grey.” Standing there for a moment, the Demon flipped the book open to a random page and then his eyes widened as they scanned the text.

“He’s naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm.”

As Mammon read the text outloud, his face creased for this was cringe worthy reading. Flailing, and nearly dropping the book, he shoved it back into the row where he pulled the book from and acted like he had touched something that had infected him with a disease.

“Who writes that kind of shit….honestly?”

The demon had been scarred.





Moo:  Astarte hadn’t paid much mind to the man when he first came in. Her ear had twitched, of course, as it picked up the chime of the bell. She was a woman who kept to herself unless she was addressed. Plus getting mixed up with demons wasn’t the best idea, despite her being something like one. She chewed on her cheek as she picked up on his nearing footsteps. It had been obvious the man looked at her. Though, if he was interested, he would surely be let down.

Her head lulled to the side as she peered at lower shelves, pretending she didn’t notice as he neared. The cloaked stranger pulled a book from a nearby shelf, seeming interested in the cover itself before opening to a random page. Glancing over at it, she immediately held an expression of distaste. Astarte had heard many things about that book. None of which were good. And as he read a small portion aloud, her ears flattened and her nose wrinkled. “Gross,” she commented, tucking the second book under her arm.
He seemed to agree with her as he nearly dropped it, disgust written all over his face. “A lonely woman with a good labido,” the hellcat answered with finality. It was decided. Humans were pathetic creatures. Not only because they were helpless in a fight, but because she felt they were also a waste of space. She huffed lightly as she plucked yet another book from the shelf. Stocking up on reading materials was a past time anymore.
As she ran her fingers along the spine of the book, flipping it over in her hands as she looked at the man. He seemed a little elegant, actually. High class, snooty, maybe even a little narcissistic. She tapped the book in her palm, pursing her lips to the side. “You don’t look like much of a reader.” Then again, neither did she.



Razorbackwriter:  Mammon actually felt like he was going to be sick after having read the words from that book. Disgusting Oddly enough, in his panic and then having asked a question to no one in particular, he was answered by the same girl with the twin tails. “A lonely woman with a good libido.” Mammon did a double take as he heard her speak, and he couldn’t help but agree. Mammon wiped his hands down his cloak as though trying to rid himself of having touched the book in the first place. The demon prince shuddered, but was now wary about what he picked up from the nearby shelves. Perhaps this girl who was more at home in the book store than he, had a good idea of what to look for in a book.

Course, she had to go and say that she thought he didn’t look much like a reader. Mammon had no idea that for one to read, they needed to look a certain way. Was she the epitome of what a reader should be? The demon prince shrugged at her suggestion, as she was pretty fair on the mark. This was normally the last place you would find a Prince of Greed.

“Well, after what I just read, I don’t feel like doing it again anytime soon.” His eyes casting back to that dreaded shelf and then back to the girl before him.

“The name is…Mammon, by the way. Miss….err, sorry but I didn’t catch your name.” It wasn’t like the demon was trying to pick the girl up, or anything sordid. Truth was he was a trifle bored, and was not really keen to pick up another book.