What The Hell?

"You know what I really hate about graveyards? Having to deal with punks like you," Spawn said as he slammed said punk's head against the tombstone for the fourth time.

There was currently three punks on the ground in various amounts of pain, mostly in the extreme kind, while the fourth was quickly joining them. The man known as Spawn continued to do some internal brain damage on the fourth guy with an almost nonchalant attitude, his masked face revealing nothing while his eyes just glowed an unnatural green in the night.

"Bunch of emo, wannabe asshole trying to summon some demon in the middle of the night in a graveyard. You know how tired I am of this shit? Gets old real quick." Determining that he had enough, Spawn threw his victim with the rest. He then went over to inspect the reason he came over to investigate this graveyard in the first place. A demon occult summoning ritual. And one that actually works.

The usual star symbol drawn in the middle of a large circle with strange symbols surrounding it. And of course it had to be written in blood on top the gravesite of some dead guy. Leaning over he ran a finger through the blood, his glowing eyes furrowing as his suit reacted to it. Demon blood. That's hard to come by for mortals. How these chumps even managed to get a ritual to summon a demon from hell working was still a mystery. But it did make contact with Hell, alerting his symbiotic suit and him when the connection was made. Which is why he's here to find answers.

Going back over to one of the punks currently moaning in pain on the ground, Spawn picked him up from the collar and said with a voice that would make a fully grown demon piss in fear, "Why are you here, and what is the deal with the ritual?"

Whimpering like a puppy that has been kicked too many times, the punk stuttered, "W-we went h-here to summon Satan! We were d-drunk and high from pain medication we s-snatched off my grandma, so we t-thought this was a good idea! It was all Billy's fault!"

"Which one of you idiots is Billy?" Spawn asked, bringing his masked face closer to the bruised and bloody one of his victim.

"T-the fat guy! Right there!" the punk shouted, pointing to an empty spot on the ground. Spawn now noticed there was only three punks now.

He dropped the guy and summoned spikes from his arm, transforming his scarlet cape into a large axe he held closely in his hands. Scanning the graveyard, he was alert for any signs of movement. A familiar laugh from behind him made Spawn's neroplasmatic blood run cold. "Violator," he whispered, turning around to see his old enemy again.

"Aw, you remembered me," the Violator crackled, his appearance as ugly as ever. A short, fat, bald man with a blue face marked in the shape of an M. Also, not to mention his disgusting smell and rotting teeth. As always his fat sack of a stomach hung low and out, while his eyes glowed a crimson red in the darkness of the night. "Did you miss me, pretty boy?"

Spawn whipped his axe at the clown's head, missing it by inches when the fat man jumped back quicker than expected. Spikes exploded out of Spawn's suit aimed directly at the blue faced demon, but with a yawn the Violator lifted his hand in a stop gesture and the spikes disintegrated into green smoke. "Is that all you got, Hellspawn? Those powers won't do shit for you if you can't even get a scratch on me. I thought better of you."

"Let's see how well you think after I chopped your head off!" Spawn shouted, his right arm transforming into a sword as he ran with astonishing speed towards the bulbous demon. With a sickening smile the Violator snapped his finger, teleporting several feet behind Spawn.

"Why I'd just love to continue this fight, the boss is expecting me. Can't keep him waiting. And you now, since you'll just make this game all the more interesting," he chortled, wringing his chubby fingers together in glee.

Spawn stopped in his tracks, holding out his hand to summon upon his necroplasm to attack the demonic clown. "Boss? Malebolgia still ordering your fat ass around?"

"Nope. This is from the big man himself. The original, numero uno, big bad of existence. And boy is he holding one heck of a party!" Before the blue faced demon could let out another laugh he was hit with a fireball of necroplasm energy, the green fire searing his ugly face as he was knocked backward.

Chuckling and wiping away the green fire on his blue painted face, the Violator slowly began to clap his hands. "Oh, well done, Spawn, well done. That really stung. But I got a schedule to keep, and I only arrived to throw you in as an unexpected gift. To shake things up a little." The Violator snapped his fingers, the three previous punks from before burst into roaring green flames. From the fire appeared nightmarish demons straight from Dante's imagination, revolting creatures that would drive the sanest to insanity and the bravest to crying for their mommies while sucking their thumb in the fetal position.

Spawn merely growled and forced metal chains to sprout from his suit with large, curved knives attached at the ends, all of which were pointed at the Violator and his crew. "Is that the best you can do? I've fought kittens scarier than these guys."

The Violator laughed, his enormous gut wiggling like a water balloon being sloshed around. "Oh Spawn, you think I'd leave you with a parting gift like this? You should know by now I don't disappoint." The blue faced clown's body began to change, his true form appearing forth as he continued to laugh. He gut stretched, his face seemed it was going to pop out at any second, and spikes tore out from ever place on his body. In a grand flourish of flesh being torn apart the true Violator appeared from the old, the old's body scraps currently being wiped off.

The true Violator was really uglier than his human form, and that in itself is an achievement. He was several feet taller, his body taking on an almost insect appearance with his limbs elongated to ridiculous proportions that end with razor sharp claws. His glowing red eyes now resembled those of a bug, and his usual sadistic grin was upped past eleven in the creep factor now that his mouth grew teeth bigger than Spawn's head and dripped saliva that burned the ground beneath his feet like acid. His jaw was actually bigger than his body, his head now horribly disproportional to the rest of his now stick thin body. And then there was the three huge, boney spikes popping out from either side of his humongous head and back of his neck. In a nut shell, it looked like someone gave a psychopath LSD and a pencil and told him to draw the craziest looking monster he could think of.

"It feels so good stepping into my old skin again," the Violator whispered in Spawn's mind, the telepathic conversion pissing Spawn off to no end. "And I see you're happy to see the real me as always. Can't resist taking a peak at my new digs?"

Spawn remained silent and advanced at the group of demonic underlings, his chains primed to strike as he pulled out an M-60 from the folds of his cape. "The only thing I can't resist taking a peak at in your corpses when I fill them with lead."

A sadistic chuckle could be heard in Spawn's mind as the Violator turned his head from side to side at Spawn. "Really now? Do I look like some creature that could be defeated by a weapon commonly used by rednecks to kill squirrels for food? Besides, it's not me you have to worry about." Raising his thin arms wide above his head, a noxious green liquid spraying forth from his hands on the three terrifying demons surrounding him. The green fluid was quickly absorbed into their skin, mutating them into bigger and uglier versions of themselves. Growing spikes all along their body, along with extra arms, legs, and head in one of their cases, they definitely got a major upgrade in the threat level.

"Wow, I didn't think it was possible, but you managed to make demons even uglier than usual. But I'm still going to kill you all and drag your corpses to Hell, personally," Spawn said, cocking the M-60 at the Violator's head.

"Sorry to disappoint, but you aren't going to Hell for the time being. But I'm sure this place will be just as worse for someone like you," the Violator chortled, lifting his claw up and squirting out a stream of necroplasm. The toxic liquid missed Spawn, instead falling on the ritual for demon summoning atop the gravesite. Green light began to pour from the ritual markings as a vortex of green fluid began to appear, sucking in everything in the vicinity. Including Spawn.

Slamming multiple chains in deep into the ground and around tombstones, the Hellspawn struggled to stay upright and not get sucked into the tornado of necroplasm energy. Laughing telepathically and in the real world, the Violator grabbed a demon in each hand, throwing them at Spawn. The smacked him head on, but still he stood while the demons were absorbed by the tornado. Gripping the final one in hand, the one with the extra head, the Violator made his way nonchalantly to Spawn.

"You should be thanking me, Spawn. I'm giving you an early invitation to the party before all the fun starts. But this is just insulting. Someone should real teach you some manners." Spawn would have lobbed the demon's head off at that point, but all his energy was being spent trying to avoid being pulled into the strong power of gravity the tornado was inflicting on the surrounding area. "And I guess that someone is me!"

In a dramatic flourish he struck at the Hellspawn with the final demon, beating the antihero until his chains loosened from the ground and tombstones and his body became airborne along with the demon that was used to beat him from his spot. "Don't worry Spawn, I'll be over real soon! Save a spot for me! I always like good seats for Armageddon!"

Before Spawn could make a witty reply or use his powers to save himself, the necroplasm typhoon got its grip on him, and now Spawn was floating in darkness...

Spawn awakened when his body thunked painfully with the floor. His symbiotic suit acted on its own and shoved him to his feet, so he may be better prepared with his new surroundings. And boy were they really new surroundings.

Two... horses, he guessed, were having a... it seemed to be a tea party, right in front of him. One of them was sparkly white, having what appeared to be multicolored spectral hair that flowed in some nonexistent breeze. The other one had a sapphire blue coat and hair matching the other one in appearance, except for the fact it was blue and had a bunch of sparkles in it. And to top it off, they both had crowns and jewelry on, along with horns and wings. And for some reason... butt tattoos.

"What pit of Hell did I just wind up in?" Spawn asked himself as he examined his surroundings. Marble floor, high ceiling, fancy windows casting bright sunshine in the room. Fancy digs for sure, so maybe a castle. He returned his attention to the horses... thingies, both of who were slack jawed with their eyeballs nearly popping staring at him.

Then, the white one, uttered, "What are you? And how can you talk?"

"Holly crap, they can talk," Spawn noted, these horses getting stranger and stranger every minute. But before he could make another observation the green tornado that sent him here in the first place appeared out of thin air once again, chucking out the three demons from before. Each of the titan sized monstrosities filled the room with their vile sight, both of the horses now screaming in clearly girlish voices.

Cracking his knuckles in preparation, Spawn drew out his M-60 in his right hand and transformed his left into a hammer. "Okay, guess this is the pit filled with talking, colorful horses and roid-rage demons. My type of Hell!"