And it had been such a nice day too.
Really nice day. Spring, y’know. Chirping birdies, sun shining, tentative sprouts prickling the ground-
And now he was hanging in that godforsaken nothing-world again, glaring murder at the other dozen heroes dangling from the same kind of nothingness as him.
They were silent for the moment, contemplating what more they possibly could be asked to quarrel about before the idiotic explanation to their continued existence came up.
The gals could not possibly have hired the villains again, now could they? Could they?!
Huh.
Okay, somebody was going to die. Die slowly, screaming in agony.
He looked at his fellow prisoners, and one by one, they turned their gazes towards him.
He was the one they would entrust their powers with, despite his past. Yes, he was the one who had come closest before.
Those who had magical powers focused - and this was most of them. The few who had not simply focused their willpower towards him.
And in a flash of light the dark mage disappeared from the watercolor cloudy-dimension, and reappeared in a rather messy apartment.
“Yikes!”
A young woman with long, brown hair clumsily flung herself of her chair and landed on the floor with a miserable thud. Scrambling backwards she waved one hand at the approaching shadow.
“April’s fools! April’s fools, I didn’t really-”
“I don’t care.”
She slipped on the carpet, clawing at it as she scrambled towards the bedtable, fingers reaching out for the black pencil lying there-
A hand grabbed her hair and yanked, sending her stumbling backwards with a pained yelp.
“You have some nerve dropping us completely and then dragging us back just for an April’s fools joke, woman,” he said, yanking again for good measure.
“Eep…”
Grey eyes stared up into cold red ones as in a dark flame, the scythe materialized in his free grip.
“Any last words?”
She gulped, cold sweat pearling down her brow.
“Uhm… sorry?” she croaked.
“Won’t cut it,” he replied and raised his weapon to remove her head.
It would look real nice above the fireplace.
“Nice pun,” she said, voice nearly breaking.
He snarled, eyes narrowing in rage as he realized his own mistake. The split attention was her last chance, and thank god for long hair. She flung herself out and grabbed the PS2 controller lying on the floor, ramming it into his stomach with all the feeble force she could muster.
With an “ouff!” followed by an enraged roar, Magus disappeared in another flash of light.
She hit the floor again and breathed deeply in relief, pressing the controller to her chest.
“No more April’s fools…” she muttered, shaking her head vigorously.
That was just three seconds before another portal opened, and a severly pissed half-demon made his entrance.
“GODDAMMIT!”
