Smii7y+ House And The Return Of The Entity

Chapter 10- The Forgotten Fight

"WELL WELL. WELL. LONG TIME NO SEE BROTHER."

"Don't call me that. You know very well we were never that, even if we were it'd be long behind us, long gone and forgotten. We're here for one reason, and one reason only."

"INDEED WE ARE. BRING IT ON VENCONIC."

The Entity and Venconic would charge at eachother as Blarg scurried for cover.

The black abyss of the room would suddenly explode into light of red and blue, as if it had been flashbanged. The two lights would stop dead in the middle, desperately trying to push against eachother, fighting to take over, within each light stood a creature. The Entity looming in the red light of hell, Venconic lurking in the blue light of heaven, joined by Blarg who was trapped in the middle of this great war.

Red lightning of hellfire would explode around the room, plummeting on the floor engulfed by the blue light. Every section it hit decayed to a black hole, that seemed to go down infinitely. Blarg would peek down a hole that formed centimetres away from him, it was clear to him that once you go into the void, there was no coming back. A bolt of hellfire would strike behind Blarg, as he stared into the abyss of the hole, sending him into shock. It was then he'd decide he'd best shelter, using what little cover he had access to, whilst this colossal conflict unfolded.

As the bolts of darkness rampaged, they'd be interrupted by bolts of light that wofted through the air in tranquility, but they were still very much lethal. The blue glow they casted created a sense of serenity, hiding the deadly heart lurking within.

A rampaging red bolt would strike Venconic on the head, knocking off the spikes that were on its forehead, leaving behind flesh like venom remains. Venconic would put its hand on its forehead where its spikes were sawed off. There would be green liquid dripping from Venconic's forehead, forming into a puddle like blood. Where the puddle was forming the acid would eat through the floor causing a searing hole to open up. It was clear Venconic was in severe pain.

The blue half of the room would be temporarily overpowered by the red half, but soon Venconic would strike back with avengence.

Its eyes would gleam a viscous blue as its blue magic stormed and raged. Venomous vines of demonic origin would rip through the floor bellow The Entity, wrapping it tightly in their grasp, injecting lethal venom into The Entity's very bones whilst crushing it at the same time.

A haunting squeal would echo the room, deafening those present, a pig being slaughtered. Blarg would curl up, blocking his ears, trying to drown out all sounds. The squeal itself was one of pain, belonging to The Entity.

Crackling of hellfire would follow after, heat exploding in the room, a volcano erupting, smoke smothering the room. The squeeking shriek of plants burning would be heard faintly amidst the inferno, a creature burning to ash.

From within the smothering smoke, Blarg would catch brief signs of blue and red light, like lightning it would flash before being gobbled by the abyss of smoke. Sounds and shrieks would fight through the suffocating smoke before being absorbed into its depths once again.

Several hours later all sounds and sights would stop. All red and blue light gone, all shrieks of pain silenced. The smoke would clear revealing an awful sight.

Both Venconic and The Entity mangled, carrying several wounds, way worse than anything the youtubers experienced. Huge puddles of venom and liquefied ash littered the floor, the very blood of Venconic and The Entity who now hovered, wounded and weakend.

"You know I can't let you win Entity, you hurt too many people, both physically and mentally. Why do I even bother calling you Entity when I know who you truly are. What happened to you? When did you stray away from your duty? How can you change from assisting people into the afterlife to a psychopathic killer, gaining joy out of human pain and suffering caused by torture. You know as well as I who you truly are Death, or do you prefer Grim Reaper?"

Blarg couldn't believe what he was hearing. True The Entity looked alot like how Death is portrayed in the stories and legends, but it couldn't be the same being. Could it? If it was then maybe there was still a chance to save his friends. Blarg's mind would flood with questions as the conversation between the two demons continued.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU CALL ME VENCONIC, AFTERALL I GO BY MANY NAMES. IN ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTIONS, WELL IT DOESN'T CONCERN YOU. TIME TO MEET YOUR END."

The Entity would charge at Venconic with its scythe, another key depictation of The Grim Reaper, infact The Entity's entire look matched that of Death, especially its humanoid form.

"Looks like we can't have peace. I'm sorry for what I have to do Grim, but I can't let you torture, torment and haunt anyone anymore. Looks like our friendship meant nothing to you."

With that blue magic would surround The Entity trapping it with no chance of escape. Its scythe would be ripped from its hands and broken to smithereens right before its very eyes. The Entity was next and Venconic would look it dead in the eyes one last time.

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

With that Venconic would tear The Entity apart piece by piece, as the blue light overpowered and overtook the red light before fading away.

A fellow demon that once had a strong friendship with Venconic, a friendship ripped apart by The Entity's own actions, a friendship decayed to ruin by The Entity's obsession with human pain and suffering, there was no chance of mending this breakage.

As The Entity fell, red light would explode into the air, caping the room with the very light, heart and spirit of hell, the light itself would be accompanied by shrieks, cries and screams of pain and defeat. The Entity had fallen for the last time, never to arise again.

Within the defeat something was off, three faint white lights that looked like souls would float up before fading away.

All Blarg could do was watch in amazement as the conflict concluded, questions flooding his mind. A war of many moons finally bought to an end.

The Entity, Death itself, defeated. This was something it could never come back from. Even though The Grim Reaper was dead and could never return, Blarg still felt heartbroken. The death of Grizzy, Smii7y and Puffer he caused by his own hand, left him empty. Blarg couldn't celebrate his freedom from the haunting shackles, the thought of betraying his friends couldn't be denied, he was now trapped and secluded in guilt, wishing this never happend.