Contractor Diablo One Shot

They weren’t going to make it. Legend cursed under his breath as he fired more beams that twisted around the front layers of Ziz’s barrier of debris, only for them to be blocked by rubble that had just happened to be in the way.

They weren’t going to make it. Alexandra broke the sound barrier as she flew at the Simurgh, fists forward, only to be slapped aside by one of the Endbringer’s wings like a toddler shooing a fly. She tumbled in the air, only to right herself a moment later.

They weren’t going to make it. Eidolon lifted an arm, a series of black orbs flying towards Ziz, each bit of debris or rubble they touched vanishing. Not one of his attacks reached the Endbringer. They were taking too long, unless something changed in the next five minutes, they were going to have to dome Canberra.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” a dark, twisted voice laced with malice and power echoed throughout Canberra, drawing the attention of everyone in the Endbringer Battle, even the Simurgh seemed surprised by the new arrivals.

There were four of them, two were of normal human size, one a Case 53 that had blue skin while the other was a blonde in just pants and a breast strap, while the other two could only be described as being utterly demonic. One, the taller of the two, had four arms, the upper and larger set possessing massive spikes on the back and shoulder pads that seemed to have mouths. The other, was big, bulky, had forward swooping horns, twin rows of spikes running down its back, and a red crystal sticking out of the middle of its forehead.

“A would be angel from the looks of it, Father,” the taller of the demonic figures said in a similar voice to the first, but feminine.

“Indeed. Kara, Morinth, clear the chaff. Daughter, you and I shall deal with the false angel,” the bulkier of the two demonic capes ordered.

“Of course, Master,” the blue-skinned C53 purred as the four of them leapt forwards, the blonde taking to the air, her eyes glowing red.

The apparent leader of the group roared, and every cape present felt a jolt of dread run down their spines at the sound. But, to those keen-eyed enough to notice, something different happened. After over a decade of a simple, placid expression, the Simurgh had a look of nervousness on her porcelain face.

The blue-skinned C53 threw her arm out, her entire form glowing with a blue field, and a black sphere appeared in the midst of the Simurgh’s floating barrier of rubble and debris. Immediately, there was a massive gust of wind, pulling everything into the sphere, though the Simurgh remained immoble. The blonde seemed to stare at the tinkertech creation the Simurgh had spent the last ten minutes constructing, which had two points begin to glow red hot, moments before it began to explode.

As for the two demonic looking capes, the bulkier one barreled through the field of debris and, as would later be described by observers, shoulder checked the angelic Endbringer. The Simurgh folded over his shoulder, a look of surprise on its face for the first time since it’s appearance all those years ago.

The taller one, apparently the daughter, followed through the gap the bulkier cape left in the debris barrier. Her upper right arm lashed out, the bony blade projecting from her forearm cleaving through a pair of the Simurgh’s wings like a hot knife through butter.

“Lexi,” Legend began as the Triumvirate watched in mute shock, the Simurgh’s ever present scream going quiet for the first time. “Care to explain just what the fuck we’re seeing?”

“It appears that a pair of demons are attacking the Simurgh,” Alexandria said, her voice showing her to be just as confused as Legend was.

“Oh good, it’s not just me,” Eidolon remarked. “Um… is it just me, or do the demons appear to be winning?”

Indeed, despite the uncharacteristic look of outrage on the Simurgh’s face, the two demons were keeping pace with everything that she was throwing at them. The masculine demon sent a wave of red, screaming lightning at the Simurgh, which coursed through her, crackling her porcelain exterior. While the taller demon’s tail wrapped around the Endbringer and dragged her to the ground, both demonic capes seemingly unbothered by the telekinetic debris sent at them. Within three minutes, the two capes had the Simurgh pinned to the ground, the masculine one trapping her legs under his own while his daughter had her tail wrapped around the Simurgh’s neck and a foot pressing down on her head.

“How disappointing. I was expecting a far greater challenge. Perhaps it simply failed to realize the threat we pose?” the masculine demon mused. “Oh well. Leah, be a dear and begin the corruption on your end. Even if she is a false angel, I’m going to enjoy this.”

“Of course, Father,” the now named Leah seemed to coo, before the end of her tail, spikes and all, shot into the Simurgh’s mouth. The Simurgh screamed, not her usual, mind-altering scream, but a scream that every cape recognized as a scream of pain. Her eyes were wide in agony and shock, apparently feeling pain for the first time, her severed wing stumps shifting, the white fluid that had been slowly oozing from them turning red and much more fluid.

“Are… are we going to stop him?” Legend asked, as the masculine cape lifted the Simurgh’s hips up until she was kneeling, his intent obvious as a red, barbed, and very large shaft started to rise up between his legs.

“Every cape present couldn’t do as much damage to her as those two did in two minutes. As distasteful as this is,” Alexandria winced in unexpected sympathy as the masculine cape drove himself into the Simurgh, the Endbringer screaming in fresh, hellish agony. “I don’t think there’s anything we can do that would stop them.”

“How right you are,” an unexpected voice spoke up behind the Triumvirate. The three whirled around, seeing the blonde cape staring at them with disdain as one of the monsters slowly killing humanity was brutally raped. The blonde continued, “If you try to interfere with my Master’s acquisitions, I will stop you. Then, I will kill the two men, while saving you for him when he is finished with the false angel.”

“Who are you?” Alexandria demanded, not letting how the threat unnerved her show on her face.

“I am Kara Zor-El, once of Krypton, later of Apokolips, now enforcer, concubine, and Fury of Diablo, the Lord of Terror. Second under Leah, Queen of the Hellswarm. More than enough to handle the three of you.”

Eidolon cycled a new power, a Thinker ability that gave him omnidirectional awareness of everything within his line of sight. What his new power told him shocked and horrified him. The blonde, Kara, despite her appearance, wasn’t human, her DNA was fundamentally different. The blue skinned Case 53 was even more alien than the blonde. As for the two demonic capes? Both of them were injecting some sort of biological fluid into the Endbringer, one that was changing it, where it was once countless crystalline layers, it was turning into flesh and blood.

“What the hell?” Eidolon whispered to himself as he tried to understand what he was ‘seeing’.

[center][b]Wards Lounge, Brockton Bay[/b][/center]

“Should… we be watching this?” Vista asked, as the entirety of the Brockton Bay Wards stared at the screen showing the ‘battle’ in Canberra. At first it had gone as expected, but then the strange four capes had shown up and everything had gone completely off the rails.

Needless to say, not one of them woke up this morning expecting to see the Hopekiller face down, ass up getting raped worse than a blonde cheerleader grabbed by the Merchants.

“After all the shit the bitch has caused, it’s damn time she got some comeuppance,” Sophia snarled, her eyes locked on the multiple camera feeds, her hands firmly gripping her knees, forcing them to remain still.

Dennis was the only one not staring at the screen, his phone out as he furiously searched for something online. As the taller demonic cape finally pulled their tail out of the Simurgh’s mouth, the endbringer appearing to cough out a mix of blood and some sort of black fluid, the time freezing cape shouted, “Found it!”

His fellow Wards all turned to look at him as he pressed a few buttons on his phone, before the screen changed to show an old image that bore a remarkable resemblance to the cape that was raping the Simurgh.

“Diablo, the Lord of Terror and primary antagonist of the Diablo franchise of video games from Earth Aleph. The last game entry was about nine years ago, but there should be another one coming out next year. Part of an ‘unholy trinity’ called the Prime Evils alongside Baal the Lord of Destruction and Mephisto the Lord of Hatred,” Dennis read off as Chris pulled up an earlier still image of the cape in Canberra and compared it to the image Dennis had found.

“So… the devil from an Aleph video game showed up, curbstomed the Hopekiller, then raped her… should we be expecting the legions of Hell to start showing up?” Carlos asked, only half jokingly.

[center][b]Canberra, Australia[/b][/center]

I leaned down, looming over the false angel as I felt myself nearing completion. Looking into the Simurgh’s eyes, I could see the confused emotion in them, moments before I reached down and bit her shoulder, swallowing down the blood that welled up from her now organic body. Five more minutes, and the most feared of the Endbringers would be mine.

Hilting myself in her, her ass rippling as I did, I leaned back and roared as burst after burst of hot, thick, demon cum filled the false angel’s womb, sperm swimming through channels that didn’t exist an hour before, to find new eggs and impregnate her. Accepting the contract was the best deal I’d ever made, even if this ends up going to shit down the road.

I dropped the Simurgh, letting her lay limply on the ground as I turned to Leah, the daughter of my body, fused with an alternate version of both it and the rest of the Greater Evils. She meekly bowed her head, and I absently gestured to the broken bitch between us.

“Take her home. Have Kara move onto Project George. See if Azula has finished her task, then have Morinth do so as well. I’m going to find a brain dead buffoon and deal with it,” I ordered.

“As you command, Father,” Leah said with an extra purr to her voice.

I stepped away from my newest capture, and rolled my neck before roaring as I changed form. Still demonic, and absolutely covered in hellfire, I was now unmistakably a dragon. My wings flapped, sending waves of hellfire with each beat, but I took to the sky to seek out my next prey.

Living up to my title, I tapped into the fears, both conscious and unconscious, of all the world. It was a simple manner to sort through them to find the one I was looking for, and a grim chuckle left my mouth. I had less than a week left before the other Contractors would arrive, and I intended to have the board as cleared and stacked in my favor as possible. How fortuitous, he was heading in my direction. Probably to determine what had happened to Ziz.

I roared out in challenge, and sent out a wave of infernal flames at Scion shortly before we would have collided in midair. He dodged, his impassive face keeping sight of me as I banked. He was much more agile and nimble than I was in the air, a consequence of the difference between our sizes. It didn’t matter, I just needed to get my teeth onto him, then I’d have him. I let the instincts take over, Diablo’s countless eons of fighting in the Eternal Conflict making it far more effective to do so than for my mind to try to micromanage it.

My mouth opened, about to unleash a blast of raw, undiluted terror, when my vision went dark. I couldn’t move, my entire awareness was… oh. So this is what it was like for Diablo when Aiden killed him in the first game. Well, this is why I picked D2 Diablo, I just have to wait for some schmuck to…

[CURIOSITY] What is this?

Oh, this is so much better than I’d planned, I was just planning on using the Treasure Hoard perk to capture Scion, but if he takes my soulstone? He doesn’t have enough of a sense of self to have a will to resist.

[TEMPTATION] I can bring back the Thinker, I offered him. It was even true.

[QUERY] What is the catch?

[TEMPTATION] Drive the crystal into your Avatar, have it pierce the projection, let the projection bleed, and you will soon be with the Thinker again.

This was all too easy, I mused as Scion took my soulstone and drove it into his avatar’s chest, where the human heart would be. Scion waited there, floating over the Pacific, my soulstone absorbing the blood he gave his avatar at my words. Five minutes passed, and with a dark chuckle, I had him open a portal and float through.

[center][b]Grand Manor, Pocket Dimension[/b][/center]

I smirked as I reclined on my throne, Azula and Morinth both dutifully sucking at my human cock as Scion floated through the portal he’d opened.

“Your plan didn’t go as intended,” Leah, now much more human looking, noted as she entered the throne room.

“Clearly,” I agreed, “but this is just as well. Zion, remove the crystal from your chest.”

The avatar of a planet sized space whale did as I commanded as I picked up the Company smartphone and pressed a few buttons. I’d been in Earth Bet for less than two days, and I’d done what Cauldron had been trying to build up to for thirty years. Zion’s avatar disappeared, as did his real body in whatever dimension it was residing in, and two Tier 11 tickets were added to my account. I’ll make my purchases with those in a little bit, once Kara returned with a certain Dragon she’d taken a larval symbiote to capture.