Five weapons went off as one. There was a dazzling flash of light, and then nothing was left of the Old Wizard but a plume of curling smoke.
Everyone in the store just stared. The Men in Black, the Men in Grey, the Men in Beige, the feminized Hell's Angels, the mob of Furries, the three French Maids, the horny Hobbits, the Breasts-Girl and the giant cockroach. All they could do was stare. After all, none of them had actually expected to kill off the renowned and famous Old Wizard (aka that funky old dude in the dirty bathrobe).
But that's exactly what they had done. And in the process they had done something else as well. During the fracas a very ancient and very rare statuette of pre-Cimmerian vintage had fallen off a shelf in the backroom. Not only had this resulted in the destruction of said statuette (at a loss of nearly 5 million dollars U.S.) but it had also destroyed the wards of protection carved into said statuette. And this in turn resulted in the release of an ancient curse which opened up a shadowgate which led straight down into the bowels of deepest, darkest Hell.
And can you guess where it was that the other end of that shadowgate just happened to manifest itself? Well why don't I tell you. It was in the inner sanctum of the one, the only, the most hellishly bodacious fuck fiend this side of Gehenna.... the arch-demoness DEMONICA !!
And Demonica knew exactly what the shadowgate was the minute she saw it. Without a moment's hesitation she jumped into it and then found herself in the backroom of the shop we know as Spells'R'Us.
Meanwhile, in the front of the store.
"Well this is just great!" one of the hobbits whined. "We came here to beat him up a little and then force him to change us back to normal and now the Old Wizard is fucking dead!" The others in the room glumly nodded their heads in agreement.
"Well now, maybe I can be of some help," a voice suddenly said, breaking the morose silence. Everyone looked up and saw a tantalizing figure walk in from the backroom. Her skin was blood red, her wild mane of hair the color of fire. A pair of black bat wings spread out from her back and a long, serpentine tail swished about between her legs. Her eyes were pools of darkness, her lips full and moist, and two small pointy horns protruded from her forehead. "With the Old Wizard gone, its time this shop was taken over by new management. And by that I mean by me."
"And who exactly are you?" one of the Men in Grey asked, hefting his overly-large firearm.
"Why, I'm surprised you don't recognize me, Mr.Hands," Demonica grinned, her sharp eye teeth flashing white under the store lights. "My name is Demonica and I am your worst nightmare... I am your darkest dream. You know what I'm talking about. I'm the thing you sleep with at night, when you thrash about in your bed as you dream your dreams. I'm the thing you hunger for. I'm the reason you wished you never had to wake up in the real world ever again." Demonica paused to gaze at all of the faces upturned toward her, silently watching her. "I know all of you, down to your deepest, most sinful desires. And deep down inside of you, you all know me. We're like old friends. And because you're my friends, I've got some deals for you that I just know you won't be able to turn down."
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