Naecken stared with great amusement at the massive doors. "Saros, bring me the amulet." Saros did as commanded, handing Naecken the amulet, then stepping back away from the composite demon. "Ladies, bring me the angel." Several of the female Annunaki then stepped forth, Tayden, held not entirely against his will, by their firm but tender embraces. "Master, must you kill him? He is so pretty. May we not play with him for a while longer?" One of the women asked.
"No, it is time. Place him on the altar." The women placed Tayden on a large, flat slab of ice. The angel's expression never changed. "It'll never work, you know. He won't allow it." he said as the women tied him down.
"Won't allow what? Your murder?" Naecken asked, leaning into the angel's face, his breath like a furnace.
"No, Hell on Earth." Tayden responded lackadaisically. "Breath mint? I think I have one in my left pocket."
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"Okay, comrade, I am picking you up, you are turning to steel, then I am throwing you through the robot! Is good plan, da?" Blackwulf asked the skinny meta with wild hair.
"Sounds good to me!" Spike the Human Lawndart, star of his own show on MetaTV responded, lighting a cigarette.
"Ok, we are going!" Blackwulf jerked Spike up off the ground, causing his cigarette to fall out of his mouth. "Hey, wait!" Spike instantly shifted his skin to metal form as Blackwulf tossed him into the nearest T5 droid.
Spike impacted into the droid, knocking it over onto it's back, his body sticking halfway out of it. "Blackwulf? Pull me out, man! Blackwulf?" Spike's legs kicked frantically as he waited for the B Teamer to retrieve him.
"Is being very good plan! Now where is being comrade Lucha?" Blackwulf wandered around the battlefield, leaving Spike halfway inside the robot.
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"How easy it is, to slip away from their so called vigilance." Mr. Smith pondered to himself, watching the battle from a point near Naecken's fortress. He held up a small neural inhibitor on his left hand. "With the chaos that one is capable of, I could grow very strong indeed." Smith smiled as Amuck severed the head of Ishkur.
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"Naecken, stop this foolishness." A familiar voice projected through the chamber as Naecken prepared to plunge the dagger into Tayden's heart. "Who dares??!" Naecken screamed in rage.
"I dare." Turkish Stringfellow stepped out of the shadows.
"What?! How. . ." Mick was too flabbergasted to finish his thought.
"Turkish?" Naecken was momentarily taken aback by the surprise appearance of the Prophet. "Is it really you?" Naecken began to turn away from the angel.
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"Do you think this will fool him for long?" Kristogar Velo asked, peaking out from behind a large ice stalagtite.
"Don't know. . .but if we can lure him away from Tayden. . .we may have a shot. . ." Phil Smith answered, sweat beginning to pour down his face, as he strained to maintain the mental illusion. "Never done. . .this before. . .you know. . .?"
