Long Live the Evil Triplet

Chapter 26 - Confrontation of both Evils

Damien opened the door to Scrooge McDuck's bedroom.

Scrooge was sitting by the fireplace, facing the door, already waiting for him.

"So, is this Dewey, or Damien I'm talking too?" Scrooge asked as Damien came all the way in and shut the door, locking it behind him.

He kept his eyes on Scrooge, eyeing his cane in his hands, that he had rested over the top of it.

"D -. Damien." Damien answered in a squeak, but cleared his  throat quickly.

So.

Scrooge knew about him,  - and them.

He eyed him for a minute then said slowly.

"And who am I talking too?" Damien asked.

Scrooge chuckled and glanced over at his wrestling championship belt that Dewey had let him keep even though he had won it from him fair and square.

UGH.

Dewey's nice persona was going to end...

Tonight.

Damien was going to take over his life, his love, and his family, once and for all.

"I'm Mr. MoneyBags. Scrooge McDuck isn't here at the moment, please, leave a message for him if you wish, but I'll doubt he'd be taking it any time soon." Mr. Moneybags answered him, with a evil gleam in his eyes.

"So," Damien said, as he relaxed a bit. He strolled over to him and leaned up against the fireplace. "You've known about us the entire time, yeah?" He asked, and slowly picked up a fire poker, and started to play with it, casually, by twirling it around in between his fingers.

"Ever since that morning when Luis showed up." Mr. MoneyBags said. "Donald had sensed it too, he left to find a way to break the curse... But I -. Stopped him." Mr. Moneybags added, with a sneer.

The corner of Damien's mouth twitched upward for just a second.

Well,

Gotta hand it to the old man to take out his own next of kin.

Damien would just have to deal with that when it came time for him to take out his own great-nephews.

"Whatcha do? Corner him in a dark alley, and bam?" Damien asked, trying to hold in his excitement.

Mr. Moneybags just smiled.

"I can't give away all my secrets." He told Damien. "But enough about that -. Let's talk business." He said to the blue clad duck in front of him.

"Business?" Damien asked, interested.

"Yes. Business. See. I know you came up here to kill me. But, maybe, we can come into some sort of understanding, before we completely destroy one another. BEFORE we can both get what we desire." He told him.

"I'm... Listening...."  Damien answered, slowly.

Later :

Asha looked around, she couldn't find Damien, Louie, or Huey.

But a pair of eyes was looking back at her, with such dislike, that she felt a chill down her spine.

The eyes reminded her of how Damien would look at her before he had his way with her.

"Who are you?" The woman asked, putting a metal foot up close to her throat, and pressing down on it, hard, but not to hard so that Asha could talk.

"I -." Asha began.

"Before you say who you aren't just so you know -. I'm Della Duck. Nothing and no one can stop me. So, if you are the alternate ego of Webby, I'd advice you not to lie to me."

Asha looked around, trying to avoid the answer to the question.

"W -. Where is Louie, and Huey?" She asked weakly.

"That's not the answer I'm looking for." Della growled.

She put pressure on the girl's throat and waited as she struggled a bit as Della cut off her wind pipe.

Asha's hand shot out in front of her as she tried to push Della off her. Her eyes narrowed at the woman above her. If Asha hadn't been so weak at the moment with her recent encounter with Damien -.

She'd kick this bitches ass so far back she'd be on the moon again.

But here she was -.

Underneath the metal foot of the mother of her counterparts lover.

Asha could feel Webby stirring deep inside her. Wanting to take over. But Asha wasn't ready for her too.

Not now.

Not while Asha's trigger was yet to be resolved, and not while Damien was still on the loose.

Asha was fine if her trigger was never resolved, and she'd never be able to get back to Luis, but -.

Damien.

If he was going to wreak havoc among the innocent McDuck clan.

Asha sure as hell wasn't going to let him.

Not when they are even in strength of this world.

Asha kicked her legs underneath Della making her stumble back and away from her throat, and as Asha gasped in air she glared at Della.

"I'm Asha," She snarled, "and I would refrain from hurting me, if you don't want to become an only child." She snapped at her.

Della blinked, and her mouth dropped open.

"What are you -?" Della asked.

"Donald. He's been missing for a while now. Yes?" Asha replied.

Della's upper bill curled up in a snarl as she made a mad dash for Asha as she struggled to pick herself up.

Asha quickly, and painfully, dodged Della's blow to her head, and as she panted hard, held herself up by the banister of the grand stair case.

Already out of breath, Asha turned slowly to face Della.

Her main goal as Asha was to connect her life and find out who Webby's parents are. Della, coming back, questioned Webby's past and everything she knew about herself, which caused Asha to come out.

Webby couldn't handle what might be her worst fear come true.

So here Asha was, confronting the link between her and Webby colliding with each other.

"Yeah. But -. What do you know about it?" She asked, crossing her arms as she slowly came up to her.

Asha flinched when Della grabbed her chin and made Asha look up into her eyes that showed a lot of determination, and hate.

"Tell me what you know." Della whispered to her. "Or I'll make sure that you'll never find what you are looking for." She threatened, making every cell in Asha's body turn to ice.