[Story] Satan's Lightning

The full moon strobed through the sky.

Sheets of dismal energy arced across the floor of the Earth, flattening through what remains of the cities and mountains. The ground crackled near where Giant dim white lengths of flesh swung across the atmosphere, shrieking through several orifices that resembled mouths but resolved themselves to be aching air channels of the sides of the ends. Enormous worms followed, shards of metal clasped around their heads, jagged sunglasses pulled over their eyes. In an instant the metal pulled off and bit the swinging flesh in seven places, yanking the sunglasses upon the barren ends that could still perceive. Shielding the sight of the blinding light pouring from the ends of the worms, crosses flaring from the exposed beady eyes. “Lower world scum, you minimize my presence with your crudity. Primitive wasteload” he screamed, grinning, as the flesh was torn through seven grinning metal mouths “making us higher organisms look bad. Perish you swinescum gutwrangler dismalflock dance macabre dipshits.”

Satan's corporal form swung into the Misty atmosphere then, as the worms formed their metal headpieces together into a drill shape. “Hemorrhoids be lackin' considering the paltry disease you maintain down here.” Lightning dissipated as wings materialized, hitting the clouds, the spiralworm screaming as it burrowed through the side of a leg, searching for guts but missing. Skulls glittered the edges of enfleshed bone as they witnessed the battle from above the Arena, extending a view of the Rings. “Come” spoke Gravemind, giant armies of remnants of the dead engaging into a swirling dimension of an alternate Satan form, giant tattered batwings swinging as clawed fingers swung at the dead, the bare skin bleeding. As the Dead proceeded from the earth, they were a more reliable weapon, seeking the memories of Satan impacting the lives they were remainders of.

A giant canister was blown into the Earth, the remainders of a version of a daft plan buried 10 miles down. The sides were so brittle, the most flimsy charcoal.

Dismal shades of misused creativity collected on a gruesome, blemished bulk. Writhing beside the curling threshold of the dimension, batform Satan was thrown towards the expanse of rotted dreams. A million experiences of the MCU collected together nearly the same. A million Funko pops filled a single imagination fully. They all crackled with lightning as Satan hit, the blended dim humanity forming a multitude of Hysterias about race and sex and many other things usually less grounded outside of the bubble of misery. Satan was sideswiped back into the air, swirling into a monstrous form, and dim echos surrounded him of the most dire beasts, screaming into existence. They tore out of unactualized futures, the monster screaming, being bound into the Future, cast into loops of causation and finality outside of the end times. The dire beasts laughed, giant raindrops glittering on their boney jawspikes. Hordes of digital artifacts yanked the enemy back into the machine expanse, where deep within massive red eyes awaited meeting him. A dire beast flayed open its jaws, laughing from its throat, as a tail accelerated the Enemy back into the middle of the arena in a burning sonic boom. Laughs, screams, and shimmering outlines of skulls filled the arena. A robotic tentacle lashed out of a portal to the future, instantaneously arranging the dismally electrocuted wokecorrupted preinternet into a single face and intelligence, which whined.

Dismal bugs with wings like pterosaurs flopped down on rocky raises on the edge of the arena, seeping out air as they felt the only world they knew die so quickly after it had been made. They spasmed, their disgusting neurology like squirming maggots witnessing phantoms of humans running between them, caught in moments unknown to themselves of what they had seen there was to acquire and feel in the future, having been unaware that they were merely sensing the hide of some Underbeasts and had never known any treasures of the Elect, only the pleasure of the Beasts in various treasured instruments of torture.