Prey On Halloween 03

 
                                               From Memoirs Of An Invisible Woman. 
                                                         By Susan Richards.

Oct 31, 2013

He had us!

There was no question about it.

Dramon had us.

Every time Dazzler tried to use her light she'd suffer its effects instead of her target.

I only had my invisibility for all the good it did me. He actually turned poor Alison into a hell hound. Seriously! He turned her into a DOG! And the bastard forced her to sniff me out.

And the witch known as Lambda the Stalker. The guardian of the mystical nexus in the small town of Springwell. Just as formidable as either Dr. Strange or the Scarlet Witch. And JUST as helpless as we were.

All three of us ended up in some room ladened with books and charts of magical importance. Gagged and bound to a wall in a kneeling strappado. All three of us at the complete non-existent mercy of this bulked up beefcake zombie version of Edgar Winter.

Dramon the Diabolical was originally a shorter, pudgy, bald man with a van dyke beard. His body was ripped apart by a demon he made some bargan with. How did he become this...this thing standing before us?

And that tattoo on his arm. Was that Lambda?

And why was he always holding that bloodstained axe like his life depended on it?

Was he going to hack us to death with it?

"BECAUSE OF YOU TWO MEDDLING BITCHES!" He suddenly shouted. Filled with rage. "AND THAT INFERNAL PAIN IN MY ASS, LAMBDA!

"BECAUSE OF YOU THREE I WAS TORN ASUNDER BY A DEMON WHO WOULD HAVE BLESSED ME!

"INSTEAD HE CURSED MY SPIRIT AND I SUFFERED TWO YEARS IN TORMENT BEYOND THE IMAGINATION!

"I HAD TO ENDURE HELL!"

Victor Von Doom claimed to have escaped Hell. So it isn't outside the realm of possibility that Dramon did too.

"BUT..." He made an effort to calm down. "But a wise man doesn't make a deal with the devil without some loophole...some escape clause. It took two hellish years of waiting but FINALLY I'm free. And I WILL HAVE MY VENGENCE!

"You three little sows will suffer as I have suffered. BEGGING for death to claim you. But Death has no ears. He'll not hear your pleas. Only I will hear your screams. Dancing to their beautiful music..."

"OH LIGHTEN UP!"

She appeared out of nowhere. A young girl in her late teens, maybe early twenties. She was wearing one of the X-Men uniforms. Her left shoulder and arm was encased in some form of armor. And she was wielding a sword almost as tall as she was.

Ali would later tell me she was called Magik. And that she was the young sister of the X-Man called Colossus. And while he was a literal man of steel, she was a teleporting half-demon mystic.

It seems Dazzler also knew this other mystic named Victoria Bentley. She and Dane Whitman, the Black Knight, were the guardians of a supernatural nexus somewhere in England. Victoria had a premonition about us being prisoners of Dramon. She made contact with the X-Man known as Psylocke. Who, in turn, contacted Magik. And so...

"Who in Perdition are you, little girl?" Dramon snarled. His bloodstained axe transforming into some kind of chain and sickle.

"What was it that cartoon dog liked to say?" She made a gesture. "Oh yes. I'm the hero."

And suddenly, just like that, we were in a place Magik called Limbo. All five of us.

Ali, Lambda and I, no longer bound and gagged, floated like astronauts on a space walk. Though free from bondage our powers were still messed up. All we could do was watch the surprisingly brief battle.

Dramon swung his chain and sickle around Magik's Soul Sword. He had every intention of yanking it out of her hand. But Magik morphed into her half-demon form.

Darkchilde, according to Dazzler.

"Fool!" The Darkchilde snarled. "Here MY power is supreme!"

Then she yanked HIS weapon out of his hand and flung it away. It transformed back into that axe just before a portal opened up. I could see outer space and the sun. The axe entered the portal which then closed up.

"NOOOOOOooooooooo!" Screamed Dramon. "I must get it back! I must!"

But suddenly Dramon's body convulsed and elderich energy crackled about him. The energy took on the ghostly form of Dramon's original body as it left the physical one he inhabited.

"Of course." Said Lambda. "That was the 'loophole' he mentioned. He placed a part of his soul into the axe. And when that man touched it Dramon was able to escape Hell and possess his body."

The albino morphed back into a man with normal skin tone and dark hair. And he was clearly terrified by his new surroundings. And the sight of a sword-wielding demon girl with horns on her head and cloven hooves for feet.

Meanwhile the Darkchilde taunted the ghostly image of the true Dramon. "Your axe was consumed by the fires of the sun. And YOU shall return to the fires of the hell you came from."

Dramon screamed as he then faded away. Gone back to the torment he brought upon himself.

I noticed Dazzler started glowing without ill effects just as we were suddenly back in Dramon's lair.

Just like that it was all over. A mystic who escaped Hell. Who took out a nexus guardian, Dazzler and I with ridiculous ease. Hi-jacked to another realm, disarmed and sent back to the Hell he came from. All by a girl who probably still got carded when she bought beer.

And in less time than it took Ben to wolf down a sandwich.

Ali was glowing, so I tested my force field by picking up a book of alchemy from one of the shelves. Yes. Back to normal again. While Lambda went to check on Dramon's former host Ali gleefully shouted.

"Illyana!"

Who was once again a cute blonde girl with an armored arm and sword.

"How did you know?" Ali asked.

"Magic." Illyana playfully replied. "With a C." Then she told of us of Victoria Bentley and Psylocke.

"Well I owe you big for this one." Ali said.

"WE owe you." I added. "It was pretty bleak for us until you showed up."

"Glad to be of help." The Russian girl replied. "But you owe me nothing. Think of it as repayment for what I owe you, Ali."

"Me?"

"You braved another Hell with the other X-Men to save me."

"As I recall I really wasn't much help on that one."

"Admittedly no. You weren't. BUT you made the effort. You braved a place no one wants to go to. All for me. That counts in my book."

Lambda joined us.

"Billy's shaken up pretty badly. I had to put a soothing spell on him." She said.

"I take it you know him?" I asked.

"No. Never saw him until tonight."

"But the tattoo..."

"Oh that. Some of the people here like to honor me. Some with tee shirts. Some with ink on their body."

Of course. There are people in New York with "4" tattoos. And some with my face.

"Billy told me he's part of a construction crew hired to demolish the old slaughter house that closed down two years ago. When he found that axe in a store room he picked it up to toss it into a junk pile. The next thing he knew he was in Limbo with us."

"He placed a part of his soul in an axe inside an abandoned slaughter house?" Ali was understandably puzzled by that one. Then Illyanna volunteered the reason.

"During my brief contact with the weapon I got glimpses of his memory. Dramon didn't know the slaughter house was closed. He thought it was still open."

"And thus thought someone would touch the axe much sooner." Lambda added.

"That just wasn't his day, was it?" Ali said.

"No it was not." Lambda replied.

"Well, guys." Illyana said. "I have to get back home. Ali, Mrs. Richards? Can I give you a lift?"

"Dramon teleported you here." Lambda said. "I'd take her up on it."

"Well then." I replied. "I guess this is goodbye then. Hopefully if we meet again Dramon won't be involved."

"Or anything weird." Dazzler added.

"In Springwell?" Lambda chuckled. "Not likely."

"Well if you are ever in New York." I added. "Look us up."

"If I'm ever there." The Stalker replied. "Illyana. A pleasure to meet you. You're the second half-demon I met who fought for the angels."

"Oh? Who was the first?"

"Some guy on a motorcycle. Johnny something."

"Flaming skull?" Ali asked.

"Yes."

"We know him." Ali and I said in unison.

Illyana took us home.

After calming Reed down, and telling him what happened, we engaged in a rare treat.

Thank-God-You're-Safe Sex.


Thus ends  and  's Halloween trilogy featuring the Invisible Woman, Dazzler and Magik. All three held in a dungeon called Marvel. Lambda the Stalker and Dramon the Diabolical just some characters I came up with and given form by Dan.

 
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