The Cuphead Show! Season 4

Gambler's Ruin Pt2

In a column of crackling flames the Hellivator arrived in hell. It stood there silently as something rustled about within. After a few seconds of waiting the metal door loudly slid an inch open, making an awful scratch.

From inside Eldar Kettle winced, he was hoping for a stealthy entrance. He stuck his eye to the crack and looked about.

Empty.

Kettle opened the door fully and stuffed the magic chalk that was in his hand back into his belt.

"Looks like that blue demon really wasn't lying." kettle remarked.

The kettle tiptoed through the halls of hell, conscious of every sound, fearing each drip of water to be a footstem and every creak of a pipe an approaching enemy.

He crept to the end of the entrance way where the cavern split off into various little tunnels that frayed out into different directions. Elder Kettle stood there for a few moments before hearing music coming out from one of the paths.

He poked his head round the edge and saw the flashing lights of a party along with the clamouring voices of the party goers.

Kettle carefully snuck down the hall, pressing himself against the wall so as to not be visible from inside the party room. He continued on until he was directly outside the entrance to the party room. Opposite the entrance was an ornate vase, covered in a thick glaze that glinted in the light.

Kettle stared at the vase deeply and managed to catch sight of his target in the reflection. The devil.

"Oh yes, you lot have been working tremendously," the devil complimented one of his employees ,"I heard that the mortals are working on technological developments so we are due for an upgrade soon. Sorry, just a sec, I have something to attend to."

The devil began to casually walk towards the corridor where kettle was hiding causing the veteran to panic, he had nowhere to go.

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The devil jaunted out the party room and put his hands on his hips,

"Well devil," he said to himself ,"there's nothing like a job well done."

As the devil walked out the room he noticed that the vase opposite the room seemed unpleasantly large.

"What the me is going on here," the devil exclaimed at the unsightly vase which looked like some huge kettle with legs, "I need to give those design demons a firm talking to."

The devil walked on and Kettle breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ok," he said to himself ,"I hope this magic sweater works as well as advertised."

Kettle crept along the corridors, following the devil through an incomprehensible web of tunnels. His heavy military boots were not designed so each of his steps made and unavoidable *clop* sound that was only offset by the constant soothing Hell ambiance of brimstone, fire, dripping pipes and distant screams.

Soon, the devil arrived at an opening. It was a carved out room, marks from the excavation still visible but in the middle of the room were three cubes, perfectly hewn from the rock. The stone the room was made of was made of jet black rock that had a slight pearlescent sheen over the surface like that of a mother of pearl but seemingly animated and moving.

"Ahhh," the devil sight ,"achievements mean to much more when you work hard for them...

Kettle slowly tiptoed towards the demon, finger outstretched to poke the demon.

"... you really outdid yourself devil, soul controlling rooms from this vein of Psyceorite, ingenious it-

Kettle reached out and poked the devil in the small of his back.