Demonicuss ran as fast as he could. From the footsteps he heard behind him, he knew that DeMonStar was on his trail. He had to get to safety, to lose DeMonStar and, hopefully, get the hell out of the Community Area and into the safety of the Rumbles, where the rest of the Infinites Writing Staff, Parallax, Chuckg, and the rest of the Rumblers could keep him safe. As he neared a door, he saw a wall slowly drop in front of him. Aw cripes! he thought, someone must have started the security containment system! Gotta move fast or else I’m a goner!

Demonicuss’s heart pounded in his chest as he ran towards the dropping wall. With a dive, he just barely made it through as the wall dropped with a thud. He panted, catching his breath, and thanked any deity he could think of. Now, let’s see where I am. Demonicuss looked around. Walls surrounded him; the one in front of him had a door, the halls were to his sides, and the security wall that kept DeMonStar at bay. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. Great, locked. How the heck am I going to get out of here?

Then he heard the sound. It sounded like metal scraping on metal. Demonicuss turned to see in horror that the security wall was slowly raising. After if moved a foot, it stopped. Demonicuss, trapped, could only watch as two red hands appeared and lifted the wall up. Demonicuss then stood and stared up at DeMonStar as he walked up to the poster. I must not fear, fear is the mind-killer, fear is the little death that brings total oblivion, Demonicuss repeated to himself as DeMonStar loomed over him.

“I take it then that you are the one who Created me?” DeMonStar asked in a deep, powerful, Michael Ironsides/James Earl Jones kind of voice (so that all you reading at home have a clue as to how he sounds like). “Please don’t lie, it won’t work.”

“Yeah, I am.” Demonicuss replied.

“What is your name?”

“Drew Wendorf. Demonicuss.”

DeMonStar slowly brought his hand closer to Demonicuss’s face. Then, the fist folded out into a hand. DeMonStar said, “I would like to shake the hand of he who Created me.”

Demonicuss, stunned, slowly extended his hand. DeMonStar’s red-clawed hand enveloped his sweaty hand and shook it once. “I don’t believe many beings had have the honor of meeting their Creator. I consider myself deeply privileged.”

“So I take it you’re not going to kill me?”

“Of course not. If I did, I could also be destroyed. Besides, I care not for this place. You should know that, you created me. You know how I think.”

“True.”

“So tell me, Demonicuss,” DeMonStar spoke as he knelt in front of Demonicuss, “tell me why I wouldn’t try to destroy this place.”

Demonicuss thought for a while, cleared his throat, took a deep breath so he wouldn’t sound scared, than began. “It’s not your style. You work in the shadows, by indirectly affecting the target surroundings. Since the CBR has no technology that interests you, it itself is of no importance to you, and your goal here is to get back to BrimStar.”

“You are truly my Creator.” DeMonStar replied. “You got my thoughts exactly. Tell me, why did you summon me here? Or was it you that brought me here?”

Demonicuss shock his head. “I didn’t bring you here. I think that your arrival here is a distraction here for another plot.”

“Tell me the details.”

DeMonStar listened as Demonicuss told of Jack Tango, of his Cult, and of his apparent murder attempt. He heard of the panic that was caused, of how Demonicuss, his friend Z-Mage (funny, there’s always a Z-Mage), and the poster Papergirl tried to calm down the Cult members, only to have chaos break out as DeMonStar and that brat wizard Z-Mage emerged in mid-fight. He learned that Z-Mage and Demonicuss came to think that whoever poisoned Jack Tango was responsible for bringing himself and the whelp here to act as a distraction.

“So, if I was to locate the one responsible for this conspiracy, I could get back to my realm.” DeMonStar asked.

“Yeah, it could work.” Demonicuss replied. “So what are we going to do?”

“Simple. We work together. We locate the responsible parties and stop them from any more ‘distractions’. Since your existence is crucial for my existence, consider me your bodyguard.’ DeMonStar answered. “So then, where should we start?”

“Well, first off, we need to locate Z-Mage. Err, I mean my friend Z-Mage, not the evil wizard.”

“Agreed, plus we may need to stop that wizard if he gets any vicious ideas into his pea-sized brain. Lead they way, Creator.”

“Well, I wanted to see what was behind this door, but it’s locked.”

DeMonStar went up to the door, examined it for a second, and then promptly kicked it down. “Let’s go, Demonicuss.”

As Demonicuss led the way, DeMonStar planned to himself. He needed to know what would happen if Demonicuss died. Would he blink out of existence? Or, if he killed his Creator, would he become a God? He needed to think. He also wanted to know how he was brought here. By following Demonicuss, he hoped to find out the answers to all his queries.

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