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Skylar Grey

Leader of the Mammon's Lost Gang.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RydeDawg

So begins...

Skylar Grey's Story

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#, as written by Gasmask
The shotgun clattered to the ground when the demon grabbed him and thrust him in the sky. Slim struggled admirably, going for a quick few jabs in the damaged eye before he felt the vice grip on his forearm. That made him stop dead in his movements.

Slim screamed. It was the first time in his life since he was a tiny spawn that he had screamed, it was a high pitched screech in contrast to the officer's normally gravelly voice. A Scythian body was hardy, but it was no match for something as demonically charged as the lord of greed.

"Viol'lah. I'll kill you." Slim screamed, ichor spewing forth from his forearm as the ligaments tore, the muscles were pulled and the only thing the pain would let him do was kick with his legs. "Fuck you." If the Maia wasn't strong enough to help him, he'd help himself.

Slim spat in the demon's face and struggled more than ever before. The demon wanted him to feel the pain, the torture of losing his ligament. It probably wouldn't expect what would happen next. The alien pushed himself downwards, shoving a hand underneath the demon's chin and pulling himself free of the vice.

Without an arm.

Slim dived for the shotgun, snatching it up and pumping it with his spare forearm that wasn't a bleeding stump. Slim would then whip around, stumbling back against the car and pointing the barrel at Mammom, he didn't bother with a classic slim liner. Slim pulled the trigger.

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When Slim was torn free of his own arm the Maia reacted, first with shock, then anger. Shock at what just occured, and anger towards Mammon. Hot holy anger. With Mammon distracted by Slim, all his attention on Slim in fact, the Maia faded from few before fading back into view, Reaching into the core of itself the Maia removed a pair of swords.

Thrusting one, then the other, deep into Mammons back of his nice suit, ruining the clothing further with the celestial energy of the Maia. Then, with a savage kick aimed at Mammon's back to send the demon flying, she withdrew the blades at the same time with a gutwrenching squelching noise as she snatched up the lost arm of Slim. She could heal that injury quite easily, as long as she had saved the arm.

In doing these actions the Maia was refreshed on the goings on in the world at large since her inprisonment within the soulstone. Now it was time for payback!


John backed up, his sword moving almost like a windmill to protect the Chief. Randin seemed to be the core of this mess. That much he knew. Without a word he fired a few more shots. Man if only they had some help. But what help was to come ? It was just them, locked in and fighting against demons from hell. So, the only answer was to fight fire with fire. Being a cat, Blacksad was practially immune to demons and lost souls. Some might have said he did not possess a soul himself. But he had a sense of honor, and he upheld that honor no matte the cost.

Even if it cost him his own life.

So his task was now very simple. Defend the WCPD to his dying breath. And beyond if he had to. And when it was over, corner Randin, get answers, in that order.

It was easier said then done.

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“Got it!” Janet shouted toward Randin, booking it toward the detective, weapon in hand. She skidded, in her heels, to a stop at his flank, blasting away any monstrosity that dared to come close. Janet wasn’t the best shot, but she was quick and fierce and fearless. It was doubtful that anything would get close enough to harm either of them. She never flinched. Not once.

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Saiga tried to raise the dog’s head off of the blood-flooded ground and onto her lap to keep him off of the nasty substance. “Hey, it’s alright,” she told Alex. “It’s a bit weird, but it looks like you really like this pup. He’s gonna live, promise. We’ll get through… this…”

She nearly dropped her coat when she witnessed their dead comrades rising.

“Shit. It ain’t over!”

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#, as written by Lobos
Thaddeus roared as the fresh onslaught began, taking stock of the situation as the dead rose and began to attack once again. Glaring at Randin, he shouted over the din. "Front door only! Get his idiot ass inside and then lock it back down, we've got enough shit to handle in here!"

He couldn't be more proud of his officers at the moment, and he responded in kind, focusing the energies of his own gauntlets and throwing blast after concussive blast into the now enemy crowd, bursts of force tearing into the turned ranks with the effectiveness of controlled grenades. Throwing his bursts into the rearward clusters of zombies, he glanced closer for a moment in time to intercept a lurching possessed dead in a vice grip, lifting it overhead to come crashing down, splatting most of the upper torso into so much gore with a slam enhanced by his equipment.

"Thanks John, you're welcome John!" Bellowing as his blood was up, the WPCD chief continued to tear in the fray, stray rounds deflecting off a field that was beginning to lose its cohesion from the numerous volume of impacts.

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Alexander had no idea how to fight the undead. This wasn't his specialty so all he could was shoot at whatever was heading their way several times before trying to see back to his dog. But he was no vet. He just had to keep Benji sheltered and safe, keep pressure on the bleed and make sure that the dog survived.

"He's my partner. He's surviving. It's no different to being partnered with another officer. He's my best friend. It's not his time to go yet."

BANG! BANG!

Alex shot once more at one of their dead comrades that were coming for them.

"This shit needs to stop. How the fuck are we supposed to stop them?" Alex growled. "I need to get Benji out of here and to a vet!"

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#, as written by Nemo
Reception Room

With magnums thundering in his hands, Randin stood by Janet, blasting down the hordes of zombified corpses until Kianna and baby managed successful escape. He grunted as Kraggen gave him permission to briefly lift the lockdown at the front doors.

"Good work, officer," Randin nodded to Sou, "now get back to the main formation. I'll handle things from here." Racing to the re-enforced door, the detective briefly entered a few access codes into the nearby terminal. Lights flashed as the external shields briefly powered down and the massive impervium doors retracted ever-so-slightly.

Precinct Exterior

The crisp morning light quickly enveloped Randin as he stormed out into the chilly precinct exterior. His magnum, loaded with holy rounds, was trained in his hand. He blinked twice as he struggled to adjust to the drastic change in lighting, quickly catching sight of Slim near a damaged squad car, struggling with what appeared to be Mammon in his favorite incarnation. The demon lord had him by the throat. Thing's didn't look good, but at least Slim appeared more or less-

And then he ripped his fucking arm off.

Shock and rage took Randin as he watched Slim literally push back against Mammon, willingly allowing his own arm to be wretched free in order to reach the shotgun. This was bad. This was very, very bad. If Scythians anatomy was anything like a humans, then Slim would need medical attention fast or risk bleeding to death. Was there a medkit in the cruiser? Maybe he could go back and get help from one of the doctors in the precinct? Was he better off tying Slim's wound off with his belt? Questions and scenarios swirled through Randin's head, mingled with the sharp, stinging fear of imminent loss. Slim was Randin's friend and partner. He didn't want him to die. Not here. Not like this.

But then Randin's eyes snapped up at Mammon. A rage like ice water coursed through his veins. There was no way he could help Slim so long as this demon-bastard was still on the field. Leveraging his gun, Randin loosed two holy rounds both the demon lord's legs directly after Slim blasted at him point-blank through the chest with his shotgun. The detective looked vigilantly around the area for Mammon's accomplices and would shoot at them as well if they presented themselves as threats. For the most part, however, he was concerned with Mammon, the source of all this pain.

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Character Portrait: Aiedail Character Portrait: Detective Blacksad Character Portrait: False Mammon Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: Slim Character Portrait: Daniel Johnson Character Portrait: Janet Sou Character Portrait: Spiritu Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Skylar Grey Character Portrait: Thaddeus Kraggen Character Portrait: Shelly Reed Character Portrait: Julian Harris Character Portrait: Saiga Dubicki Character Portrait: Alexander Leonard Character Portrait: Ted Ellison
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The now three armed cop made a move that did throw the demon lord for a loop, and that was how he was able to get away in the fashion that he did. But he had no time to worry about the mortal’s incoming attack, it was only a shotgun blast that he could heal later.

The Maia made it’s move, and Mammon drew his own angelic blades to deflect the creature’s attack. But unfortunately Randin came in and blasted at Mammon’s legs with two holy rounds.

Mammon groaned in agony as the bullet’s found their targets, and caused the demon lord to stumble over himself as the two Maia blades came at him. But he was able to deflect one of the blades completely off course. The other tore into the Mammon’s side and cut him down to his true self behind the meat suit. Then came the kick that sent him flying.

He hit the wall rather hard and looked at the mangled body. Mammon didn’t have the time to fight both Randin with his holy ammo and a being of celestial energy like himself. He quickly healed his vessel’s wounds, but he was still suffering from his own on a celestial level.

Skylar looked off towards his boss and ripped his own shirt off. On his chest, painted in blood, was Mammon’s incomplete angelic sigil. Skylar bite down on his thumb and finished the sigil with his own blood.

After Skylar had completed the sigil Mammon’s vessel’s eyes glowed brightly. The vessel screamed in pain as the light that emitted soon exited out it’s mouth and ears as well. And soon Skylar’s own eyes, ears, and mouth emitted the same light that the vessel was emitting. The Sigil teleporting Mammon into a different meat suit without having to risk getting hit in his true form.

Mammon looked down at his new body and quickly made a run for it. The new Mammon unfolding six angelic wings and jetting away at a speed that was close to teleportation itself. And with him gone from the field the chaos itself in the department would end.

The demons that were left all left their possessed victims and seeped into the floor. The Legion upstairs returning to it’s black mist like form and seeping out the windows and away from the department. The Hell in the department had finally ended.

All that was left was the men and women left alive who worshipped the Demon Lord of Greed, but the officers would see that they would give up without a fight with their master gone. Throwing their weapons on the ground, getting to their knees, and putting their hands behind their heads.

But as for Mammon’s vessel that he left behind. That was also left behind and he soon opened his eyes and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Help me!” he said. “Help me, please! No More...I can’t take anymore of these fake realities!” The man thrashed around and pulled at his own hair. Ted Ellison was a broken man but he was finally free.

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#, as written by Gasmask
"Oh. Zanav." Slim breathed, pushing himself up from the ground and threading the shotgun over his left pair of shoulders, the alien wrenched itself back and threw down his head in a vicious metal headbutt towards the old shell of Ted Ellison. The whining, mewling man wasn't missing an arm, it wasn't his place to cry yet.

Slim lived to regret it though, having three arms really messed with his inner sense of balance and he toppled over onto the asphalt, the ichor had thickened up and the bleedout process had been stopped considerably, but it was still lethal if he didn't get to a surgeon ASAP.

The Scythian righted himself and dragged his butt behind and leaned his back against the wreck of his cruiser, letting his eyes flutter between closed and open.

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#, as written by Nemo
Randin grinned with carnal satisfaction as Mammon was driven off under the combined force of three different attacks. The screaming and explosions rocketing inside the department came to a chilling halt as the possessive energies left the precinct. Once again, the demon lord had been defeated.

The detective frowned. No. Not defeated. Driven off. Forced into a retreat. He'd be back. Next time, perhaps, with bigger armies, with broader schemes... and with him would come even more widespread death, destruction and chaos. As Randin holstered his magnums in the misty wake of the battle's aftermath, he found himself swearing to bring the Demon Lord of Greed to justice once and for all. It was not the first time he'd taken such an oath. He prayed it would be the last.

Bounding into action, the detective ran first to Slim, determined to help his friend first and foremost. He looked warily at the cultists kneeling in submission on the street and at the recently-freed Ted Ellison writhing on the asphalt. His brows knit. Had there been a real man beneath Mammon's favorite facade this whole time?

"Slim!" he shouted, racing to the torn-open police cruiser and quickly taking inventory of the alien's condition. The blood was clotted somehow, thank God. "Slim you goddamn... cocksucking..." A flurry of emotions raced through Randin's head. Most of them came out of his mouth as profanities. "...cunt-mongering... bitchfucking...." He sprang into the car, opening the dashboard and retrieving a medkit. "That was absolutely... reckless... fucked up..." His spat the words out with livid anger as he removed a canister from the kit and began spraying biofoam on Slim's stump. "This is exactly, EXACTLY..."

'What I would have done.'

The realization hit Randin like a sucker punch. Good God. This was EXACTLY the sort of action-movie heroism that was so commonplace in Randin's everyday life. Fighting insurmountable odds... charging evil head-on despite near-certain death. On one hand, he was furious at Slim for making such a foolhardy advance against Mammon without backup. On the other hand, he was absolutely in awe of the Scythian's courage.

"You're just..." Randin shook his head, his heavy tone softening slightly, "...you're just a goddamn..." He shook his head. Just a goddamn hero.

A small squad of officers quickly followed Randin. Though beaten and battered from their battle with hell's legions, they nonetheless rounded up the surrendering terrorists with remarkable efficiency.

"Hands in the air!" one of them shouted to Ted Ellison.

Randin turned and watched Ellison out of the corner of his eye.

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The Maia, now convinced the threat was gone. Went to where Slim laid against the cruiser, holding h is severed arm in one hand, the mystical creature went to the aliens' side and carefully took in his injury. "Don't move" the strange creature said. She then clasped Slims injured shoulder in one hand, and with the other she lifted the severed arm, and gently, yet with enough pressure to prove painful, rejoined the severed appendage. Putting her healing magic to work.

The only problem was if Slim was going to remain still long enough for the healing to run its course.

The other problem was that the Maiar spirit was recently woken up to her true powers.


Inside the station hell literally came to a halt. Well, this was something indeed. John took in the carnage, a shit load to clean up he could see that clearly. his radio chirped. "Dagger to Fondue Fork" The voice of Dirk said from upstairs at Homicide "Alls quiet and clear up here. " John smiled, well, the gang was safe, his team was safe, that was what counted as far as he knew.

He turned to the Chief, The man seemed more or less at a tense ease. John knew not to relax too soon. But this was something else indeed. He knew there was something weird in the energy drinks, but there was no idea for sure what exactly there was in the things.

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"Hey, hey, hey, don't panic, a'ight? Yo' dog's gonna be fine." Saiga rose up on her feet with the bleeding dog in her arms. She didn't like this situation very much, but the guy was going berserk about the animal.

And, all at once, again, things just... died down. A lot of things just stopped. The attacks ceased. Saiga gave the gore-splattered office a gander, then a cringe.

"Hey, we should take it slow, a'ight? We get to a vet quick. But the second he's in the vets hands we need to come back and take care of everything here, m'kay? You got that?"

One fucking dog. It whined in her arms.

"We've got injured officers here, and who the hell knows what's up with all the innocent civilians outside..."

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Alex looked around as everything just stopped. Silence. No more corpses coming after them, no more fighting. No more evil it seemed. No more hellhounds trying to kill them. Nothing at all. Alex was on edge at first. It was like in the movies. Things got a lot worse before they got better. Silence was usually a sign that something bigger and badder was coming. But nothing. Not a single thing happened. Alex kept his gun ready though, just in case and listened to the chaos. He was prepared. Well, as prepared as one man could be against the supernatural.

Saiga then spoke and Alex frowned. "I respect what you're saying. But Benji is an officer here too. He probably saved a few lives because he could detect the hellhounds. I know that my comrades are injured and worse, dead. But he's just as much an officer as they are. You can just take him out to the car. I'll drive him to the vets, get myself stitched up and come back to help." He told her.

He didn't care if they didn't see Benji as an officer. He did. Benji was his partner and he was going to make sure the dog got the best care possible. He couldn't quite help with his arm anyway. So while he was at the vets, they could stitch him up too.