One Helluva Time

Chapter 26- A Form of Entertainment

~~~Elliot POV~~~

I knocked down the door to Vox's house, to see him on his couch drinking. Multiple prostitutes surrounding him. He looked annoyed, then when he spotted me it turned to fear. Seeing that look in his eye made my day.

Elliot: "Hello."

Vox: "What're you doing here!? You said I had 2 days, it's only been 1!"

Elliot: "Do you want the quick answer, or the actual answer?"

Vox: "Actual answer."

Elliot: "The author."

Vox: "Huh?"

Elliot: "This is a fan fiction, a bad one at that. The author's grown kinda bored and wants to focus on a different story, but doesn't wanna leave this discontinued. So here I am."

Vox: "The fuck do you mean?"

I sighed and rubbed my head, the prostitutes escaped long ago.

Elliot: "I lied about the 2 day thing."

Before he could argue I threw a spear and impaled his arm, sticking him to the wall. The TV screamed in pain and tried to rip it out. Walking over to him, I ripped it out, once again he screamed. Kicking his shin, I heard a portal open up behind me. Once I turned around I saw both Will and Darkeem sitting in beach chairs. Darkeem waved to me and I awkwardly waved back.

Elliot: "Hey guys. Why are you here?"

Will: "We both got bored. Oi. That's my fucking popcorn."

Darkeem: "Too fuckin bad!"

Will slapped Darkeem's hand away and I got back to Vox. He looked just as confused as me, I wound a kick up and delivered it directly across his face. As he collapsed I heard a cheer come from Darkeem, I chuckled a little bit.

Vox: "Why? Why are you doing this!?"

Elliot: "Because, I need to make a statement. What better why to do that than by killing 3 of Hell's most influential and infuriating overlords?"

I picked him up by his collar and threw him across the room. He hit the wall and slid down, but this time something was weird. When I got over to where he was, I saw he was cackling. Standing over him I raised my foot to stomp on his stomach, but he disappeared. Then I saw sparks travel across all the electronics in the room. Once the charge reached the TV, his face appeared on screen. Just as quickly as it appeared, it went away. Suddenly, I was knocked onto my stomach.

Vox: "My turn."

Vox reached his fingers out and hit me with a barrage of electricity. I began to scream in pain, it felt like a thousand needles were stabbing me over and over again hundred times a second. A large, creepy, smile reached from one side of his face to the other. The barrage eventually stopped, and I saw my body was literally smoking.

Vox: "You seriously thought it'd be that easy!?"

Another barrage began, and he started to laugh. After a couple more minutes, it stopped. Before he could start another one I threw a knife at him. With surprising ease, the TV demon caught it and threw it back at me. It embedded itself in between my legs.