snowballs chance in hell against this guy.
Lucifer Steals Jack's Girl...Again
Jack's feet were far better equipped to handle the accelerator and brake than his hooves had been. He was driving barefoot only because he didn't have any shoes, but that was ok, he liked it better that way.
He idled to a stop outside the police station. He figured if push came to shove he could just march right in there, let the bullets bounce off his hide, rip the cell door open and carry Shelly to safety. That was assuming this was the right place. Maybe they were holding her somewhere else , in another nearby jail. Maybe the cops hadn't got to her and she was still out there driving around, trying to lose them. But if she'd been caught, it would have probably been in or around Kenosha.
He figured he'd hang out, see what was up, and decide from there.
His thoughts turned to stone when he saw the fucker. It was Lucifer nonchalantly waltzing right out the front door with Shelly in tow, being led by the hand like a child.
Jack's horns erupted from his forehead and sent a searing pain that made him scream out in agony. The scream shattered the windows of the car and caused the werewolf to howl.
Lucifer had Jack's body and face and mannerisms but he exuded that peculiar glow that only Jack and others who'd seen hell first hand could detect.
Jack's feet started to curl up and harden as he gripped the steering wheel in a fit of fury. The pain was intense as his newly released feet crusted over and became hooves once more. The tail he'd ripped off like an old scab grew like a worm wriggling out of the mud during a rainstorm. His skin hardened and he saw it redden. His claws grew out before his eyes.
It was the pain that stopped him from reacting. Every fiber of his being screamed out for him to rush Lucifer and destroy him, or die trying. But the pain immobilized him.
He watched through the foggy windshield as Lucifer poured gasoline over his own head and then lit himself on fire.
Woohoo!, Jack thought, but Lucifer wasn't committing suicide, he was molting.
His human body peeled off in thick chunks of char and ash and the real Lucifer emerged before his eyes.
Jack had to admit to himself, the creature was magnificent and formidable. When every last flickering flame died down Lucifer grabbed a shell-shocked Shelly in a bear hug and took off into the sky with his immense, leathery black wings.
At the last moment, he looked into the car and acknowledged its occupants. The look of arrogance was obvious as he sneered at them and then winked their way, right before he disappeared into the sky.
Jack said fuck and he shook the steering wheel with impotent rage.
He smacked the spider off the passenger seat and through gritted teeth said, "Why did you bother undemonizing me if it could all be undone in seconds?"
Dick-eyes said nothing.
Jack looked at the abandoned gas can outside the police station and said, "Can I do that? Can I shed my form with fire?"
Dick-eyes told him he could not.
It seemed Lucifer had him beat at every turn. He was bigger, stronger, smarter, knew all the tricks, and yet Jack still wanted to take him on. He ached for the opportunity, and he'd just let it slip through his fingers. Where the fuck was Lucifer taking Shelly? Was he really going to rape her as the prophecy foretold or were his plans more grandiose?
Why was Jack still sitting in the car with a back seat full of monsters while cops poured through the doors with gun s in their hands and indignant, fearful anger painted across their expressions?
He had to find Lucifer. And maybe this was his lucky break. He said to the werewolf, "Can you pick up his scent?"
The werewolf couldn't but only because Lucifer had taken to the skies.
But the pig could, if the bat-mobiles could work together and get him airborne quickly enough. The pigs nose was more powerful than the werewolf's and he was lighter to carry.
The pig squealed with delight when Jack told him what he
Lucifer Steals Jack's Girl...Again
Jack's feet were far better equipped to handle the accelerator and brake than his hooves had been. He was driving barefoot only because he didn't have any shoes, but that was ok, he liked it better that way.
He idled to a stop outside the police station. He figured if push came to shove he could just march right in there, let the bullets bounce off his hide, rip the cell door open and carry Shelly to safety. That was assuming this was the right place. Maybe they were holding her somewhere else , in another nearby jail. Maybe the cops hadn't got to her and she was still out there driving around, trying to lose them. But if she'd been caught, it would have probably been in or around Kenosha.
He figured he'd hang out, see what was up, and decide from there.
His thoughts turned to stone when he saw the fucker. It was Lucifer nonchalantly waltzing right out the front door with Shelly in tow, being led by the hand like a child.
Jack's horns erupted from his forehead and sent a searing pain that made him scream out in agony. The scream shattered the windows of the car and caused the werewolf to howl.
Lucifer had Jack's body and face and mannerisms but he exuded that peculiar glow that only Jack and others who'd seen hell first hand could detect.
Jack's feet started to curl up and harden as he gripped the steering wheel in a fit of fury. The pain was intense as his newly released feet crusted over and became hooves once more. The tail he'd ripped off like an old scab grew like a worm wriggling out of the mud during a rainstorm. His skin hardened and he saw it redden. His claws grew out before his eyes.
It was the pain that stopped him from reacting. Every fiber of his being screamed out for him to rush Lucifer and destroy him, or die trying. But the pain immobilized him.
He watched through the foggy windshield as Lucifer poured gasoline over his own head and then lit himself on fire.
Woohoo!, Jack thought, but Lucifer wasn't committing suicide, he was molting.
His human body peeled off in thick chunks of char and ash and the real Lucifer emerged before his eyes.
Jack had to admit to himself, the creature was magnificent and formidable. When every last flickering flame died down Lucifer grabbed a shell-shocked Shelly in a bear hug and took off into the sky with his immense, leathery black wings.
At the last moment, he looked into the car and acknowledged its occupants. The look of arrogance was obvious as he sneered at them and then winked their way, right before he disappeared into the sky.
Jack said fuck and he shook the steering wheel with impotent rage.
He smacked the spider off the passenger seat and through gritted teeth said, "Why did you bother undemonizing me if it could all be undone in seconds?"
Dick-eyes said nothing.
Jack looked at the abandoned gas can outside the police station and said, "Can I do that? Can I shed my form with fire?"
Dick-eyes told him he could not.
It seemed Lucifer had him beat at every turn. He was bigger, stronger, smarter, knew all the tricks, and yet Jack still wanted to take him on. He ached for the opportunity, and he'd just let it slip through his fingers. Where the fuck was Lucifer taking Shelly? Was he really going to rape her as the prophecy foretold or were his plans more grandiose?
Why was Jack still sitting in the car with a back seat full of monsters while cops poured through the doors with gun s in their hands and indignant, fearful anger painted across their expressions?
He had to find Lucifer. And maybe this was his lucky break. He said to the werewolf, "Can you pick up his scent?"
The werewolf couldn't but only because Lucifer had taken to the skies.
But the pig could, if the bat-mobiles could work together and get him airborne quickly enough. The pigs nose was more powerful than the werewolf's and he was lighter to carry.
The pig squealed with delight when Jack told him what he
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