Gamingboy, Jet Jaguar, Ubergeek and
just about every other major character was standing around.
"Where's Raptor?" asked Ubergeek.
"Off chasing Hellspawn," said Gamingboy.
"The devilish fiend is believed headed for his SECRET SECRET lair, somewhere
just off the coast of Roostville."
"ALRIGHT, FOLKS! Here's the Damage
Report! We need to finish this before you restart the Mayoral election!"
The projection came up:
"Okay. So that can't be too hard, right?"
the Mayor inquired of the multitude before him.
"That's why you aren't gonna be mayor
Despite the lone heckler, the Mayor
proceeded with his latest State of the City analysis. "It's going to take
each and every citizen (and you non-registered, tax-dodging freeloaders
also) to get this town back up and running. Sheriff Varan, when we're done
here, you might as well pay a visit to Catbert and get him roused out of
his latest sugar induced coma. Him and his minions can be put to work repairing
his share of the damage like everyone else."
"What about the TV cable?" a citizen
shouted from the back of the crowd. Everyone immediately looked to Sauron,
the resident provider of all things electronic.
"I defer to Jet Jaguar and Lord Jimi,"
said the techno wizard, waffling in view of the fact that the town's broadcasting
facilities had once more been leveled.
JJ was at a loss to come up with a reasonable
(or otherwise) response and suggested everyone go check out the latest
tournament taking place at the Colosseum, which had somehow managed to
avoid the latest round of mass destruction. "AFTER you have completed your
work assignments," the robot added when he saw the Mayor's eyes flash a
dangerous red in his direction.
A collective "awwwwww..." rose from
the crowd. Morgoth had heard enough from his constituents and quickly ran
down his list of who would be responsible for what.
"NOW GET TO WORK!" he thundered as Roosters
scattered to their appointed tasks.
Almost 900 billion dollars worth of
Restore electricity to non-essential
Rebuild the Airport
Rebuild the Museum of Monsters
Up the security at the Prison
Rebuild everything else
Catbert slept and slept. The only times
he was awake, he drank X-MEN DEW and ate NUTTER SHADOWCATS. His orcish
cat guards played Slapataire, read GET FUZZY comics and mainly wore no
armor. The X-Men played Slapataire with the cat-orcs, read UNCANNY X-MEN
and teleported to varied locations.
He finally got up and found he was a
Nightcrawler look alike! "AAAAAAGGGHHHH!"
"Um, Cat, that was my- OMYHOLYCOW!"
Scott Summers (Cyclops) screamed in agony as his mutant power backfired.
"Sorry. I guess your Evil HR Genius of the Millennia portrait will have
As an ER team was rushed to the scene
on Mr. Summers' behalf, the ex-Mayor-to-be turned to depart. He heard an
oddly modulated whine approaching and groaned, stepping back to make room
as a compact, stingray-shaped black spacecraft touched down in the parking
lot. A hatch on top opened up, disgorging the craft's pilot: one of Roostville's
many-tentacled ID4 'Greys,' forced to eke out a living alongside the city's
human/kaiju/mutant population when one of their City-Busters was forced
down in the East River. In fact, the Dark Lord recalled, most of the fighter
pilots had elected to stay on when Ubergeek wangled a lease on the Buster's
above water portion.
"Let me guess: a message from the Geek?"
grunted the Mayor. The bio-armored E.T. emitted an obscene burbling noise,
shrugged its narrow shoulders and handed over a large leathery briefcase
before jogging back to its ship and roaring off. Noting an extra-large
Sticky Note™ atop said bag, Morgoth narrowed his eyes as he read:
"To Whomever or Whatever it May Concern
(didn't check the election results):
"I regret being unable to join my fellow
citizens in the repairs but extenuating circumstances have come up. By
which I mean the disappearance of several Roostville citizens, including
Bato-Goji, Angillis (at this, Morgoth snorted) and Miyako Aso. That, and
a fair portion of our space-faring monsters have mysteriously vanished
as well, some of whom were serving sentences in the onboard penitentiary
on D&D (Disorderly and/or Destructive) charges.
"I propose that said disappearances
are closely connected with the latest Xian 'entertainment' project, which
they've been less than forthcoming regarding details thereof. As such,
I intend to do some less formal 'sight-seeing,' if you get my drift. I
can't reveal too many details here but I'll see about rustling up some
help (nobody hereabouts, so don't worry), then get word out if I find anything
of an incriminatory nature.
"What I can leave you is the following:
"With any luck, I should be back in
time to help repair a shop or two but I hope this helps in the meantime.
-Your Friendly Neighborhood Geekspawn™"
Full access to the Buster™, with the
provision that said access is used in either urban renewal or 'black ops,'
if you get my drift. Medical facilities, force fields, ripping off hull
plating for housing frames...it's entirely in your hands.
Several 'Grey' liaisons/translators
to assist in said access. They'll be paid out of my account so that's taken
Roughly 70% of said account, again for
the purposes of civil service/anti-terrorist ops.
Use of the experimental Mech/fighter/attack
craft wing, with assistance from JSDF and 'Grey' techs.
A direct line to Ogasawara Island's
security forces in case our 'friends' rear their ugly heads again and some
heavy support is needed.
Finally...a little gizmo I'm quite aware
was outlawed around here a while back. If nothing else, it should be good
for speeding up that urban renewal work. The batteries are good for another
two hours or so of space/time work, so use it wisely.
Shaking his head, the Dark Lord opened
the case, rifled through pages of disorderly paperwork and blueprints and
hefted the Temporal Remote©. For a moment, he considered what a stink
the Japanese government might raise if neither were-Goji returned as they'd
assisted in some of the best years Ogasawara's Kaiju Preserve had seen.
Not a single mainland incident in the past three years or so. That, and
if he recalled, Miyako's granddad had just become Prime Minister. Hopefully,
the old man could render Uber some unofficial help.
Materializing in a pillar of blue flame,
Saruman cocked an eyebrow. "What's with the Remote?"
"Eh, the Geek's run off on some goofy
errand or other. Saving his girlfriend, I think, but he left us plenty
Saruman and Morgoth left City Hall,
bound for a less conspicuous place in which to hatch their nefarious scheme.
An unremarkable warehouse near the river was their destination. The two
Dark Lords entered, soon discovering that their respective minions had
been busy. Breaking up the full-out orc ruckus, the two adjourned to a
long table that dominated the room. A tall cylon, its chrome body gleaming
in the faint light trickling into the chamber, took up position beside
the Mayor of Roostville; its red optic scanner zipping from side to side
within the visor of its face, scanning for any sign of an intruder. Several
bestial uruk-hai formed up beside their master. The other denizens of the
hall took up places around the table as well. Morgoth glowered at all of
"My plans are well in advance of schedule,"
he announced, smiling wickedly. "The destruction of Godzilla Tower was
just the thing we needed." He cast a snide look at the downcast features
of the skaven delegation, mercenary saboteurs the Dark Lord had employed
to undermine the recent political race. The skaven cringed under his gaze.
"Much better than the doppleganger fiasco."
"I think we should try and shift blame
for the disaster on the Simians," commented Saruman. "If we can pin the
blame on alien terrorists, we might be able to divert defense funds as
well as reconstruction costs into our project."
"As ever, there is no arguing with your
observations," Morgoth said, his voice laden with irony. He directed the
assembled minions to gaze at the maps strewn about the table. "As can be
seen, we will soon be able to rezone the destroyed area, making it extremely
simple to buy the land rights from the current owners. And with the site
of the former Godzilla Tower firmly in our grasp, we will have secured
the center of the future site of the Roostville Dome!"
"But wot doz da dome do?" a not particularly
bright orc inquired. At a gesture from Morgoth, Red Eye the cylon put a
big hole in the orc's head with its blaster. Morgoth addressed the other
"The dome will be pivotal in Phase One
of the plan. It will become THE tourist attraction in the world, bigger
even than Euro-Disney! And as the tourists spend their wealth, then we
shall be in a position to execute Phase Two..."
The delegate from the Si-Fan adjusted
the thick glasses that perched precariously on his nose and looked up from
the 900 page print-out that was titled simply 'The Plan'. "But what about
phase 342?" the Chinese cultist asked.
The surly features of General Urko of
the ape high command snarled at the inscrutable Chinaman. "Eh? What is
that, human? You question the ability of my troops to execute Phase 342?"
The gorilla grunted with disgust and slammed a gauntleted fist on the table.
"As I've always said, the only good human is a dead human."
Saruman stared at the Si-Fan representative.
"If the gorillas are unable to execute Phase 342, we will send in an army
of robot cylons to exterminate them." Sutech the Slaughterer, a grim figure
in ornate Hersey Era space marine armor painted in the colors of the Thousand
Sons chapter, pointed an armored finger at Saruman.
"But what if the cylons are pacifists?"
the booming voice of the traitor marine echoed from the speakers in his
"Then we will execute Phase 345, tangent
alpha-4. We employ shape-shifting xenomorphs to destroy the cylons' power
supplies", Saruman explained.
"Huh," grunted Warboss Spyder Froatrippa,
a massive space ork with half of his green, fungus-like body replaced by
ork bionik bits. The monster grinned a toothsome smile and flexed his massive
power claw, the cybernetic limb riveted to the stump of his arm. "What
ya gonna do if the xenomorphs revolt?"
"Then we will be forced to employ Phase
567. We seed the underground sections of the dome with Matango mushrooms,"
"What if the xenomorphs won't eat the
mushrooms?" asked Kenny, dressed in the traditional school uniform of a
Japanese kindergartner, despite the fact that he was now almost totally
bald and fifty years old.
"Phase 867, we send in werewolves disguised
as Gigan's Pizza delivery boys to give the xenomorphs several hundred 'supremes'
laced with Matango mushrooms," sighed Saruman.
"But what if the underground has a cave-in?"
came the metallic snivel of the Decepticon Starscream.
Hellspawn's new base was a golden pyramid,
located on one of the tropical uninhabited islands near Roostville. Two
military jets soon came zooming in.
Pilot #1: "Alright... we've got ya this
Pilot #2: "Launching missiles....what?!
The controls are jammed... The missiles won't fire!" Suddenly, a beam/ray
came from the Pyramid, destroying the aircraft. The island began to shift
around and then went underneath the ocean.
Inside of the secret base, Hellspawn
sat on his throne and spoke.
"I need Necromancer: The Book of the
Minion: "What, sir?"
Hellspawn: "Necromancer: The Book of
the Damned Dead, one of my most prized possessions. The book itself is
a mere gateway to Hell. With it, I could open the void and travel through
the schisms. Roostville would be mine..."
Minion: "Oh. Those witchcraft books.
Sir, the Mods, they found 'em and thought they were Desutoroia's. They
took 'em down to the Mod Station as evidence..."
Hellspawn: "Damned fools! I need that
book. Without it, I can't travel across the schisms into the boundaries
of Hell. Without that book, demons are not mine to summon... GET IT BACK!"
Demonic Serpent Voice: "Patientsss,
my child, patientsss, the book and the powers of the Necronomiconians will
soon be ours to command..."
The present Mayor of Roostville, Morgoth,
had secretly gotten into the Evidence Room at the Mod Station. He was looking
for something but couldn't find it and got out quickly. He went into the
Sheriff's office and there it was: Hellspawn's witchcraft, cult, etc. books.
The Mayor began looking through them. There was one that he specifically
wanted but it wasn't there. The Sheriff walked in.
Morgoth: "Heard about the escaped convict.
I came to make sure that you are doing everything to, uh, catch him. And
uh, GAMZILLA... will he be seeing a release from the mental institution
Varan: "With Hellspawn, we're still
searching for him. As for GAMZILLA, he's been declared mentally insane
and mentally unstable. With treatment, he should get out of there within
a year." The Mayor noticed that Varan was holding a book in his hands.
It was Necromancer: The Book of the Damned Dead.
Morgoth: "Aw, what's that you're reading?"
It was the book he was searching for.
Varan: "Oh, this..? It's called Necromancer:
The Book Of The Damned Dead. Found it at Desu Mansion. Apparently, Desutoroia
was into this weird witchcraft shit..."
Meanwhile, one of Hellspawn's minions
lurked inside the Mod Station disguised as a cop.
The Lord Magnus hovered silently above
the ground, his cape whipping wildly about in the howling, salt infested
winds. The evil super villain's gloved hand scrapped slowly away at the
dirt that was covering a dubious shaped rock in the ground. As more of
the dirt was removed, a transcription of sorts was painstakingly revealed.
"In this chamber lies power
beyond your imagination."
Magnus smiled beneath his mask as his
hand activated a power within the rock as well and the transcribed symbols
began to illuminate with light. The ground roared beneath him, falling
backward and giving way to a darkened room. A flame leapt from the hands
of Magnus, setting fire to torches and thus giving light to the darkened
room. And yes, in the middle of this room lay an ancient artifact; a great,
powerful one that could rule the world. It would do his bidding and obey
his every desire. Finally, he had within his grasp the instrument to rule
the very world.
There was a howl of rage as one of the
great stone arms of Majin lifted into the air. Magnus laughed hideously.
Back at the Mod Station, Sheriff Varan
put Necromancer: The Book of the Damned Dead on his desk and asked the
Mayor to come with him. As they were leaving, Morgoth turned back to see
a patrol officer walk out of the office with Necromancer.
"Shit," he mumbled. "Ya know what, Varan,
another time maybe. I have to.. uh... get back to my uh... lair, er house.
My uh, nephew is comin' over..."
"Oh, Mr. Mayor, is that so. In that
case then..." Morgoth walked off and then rushed out of the Mod Station
to follow the cop with Necromancer but he was on to him and with a little
bit of movie magic, was able to escape without being seen. The impostor
returned to Hellspawn's dominion and handed the Lord his mighty book. Hellspawn
held it up high.
"At long last you are mine again! Now
Roostville will fall before me... before us! The rise of evil!"
Demonic Serpent Voice: "Not so fassst.
The book cannot give us the full power of the Necronomiconians. Morgoth
is the Supreme Necromancer. He has the lassst item of the Necronomiconians
Hellspawn: "Then, my master, I shall
take it from him even if I have to take it from his dead hands!"
Demonic Serpent Voice: "Nooo! C.L. Werner
is the only remaining descendant of the ancient Necronomiconians as well.
We neeeed him to perform the sacrifice... to make usss the eternal rulers
of Roostville. FOREVER!"
Hellspawn: "So be it. Morgoth lives...
for now. Hahahahahaha! "
Meanwhile, back at the Mod Station:
Sheriff Varan was sitting in his office
and Melkor came in. "You called, sir?"
Varan: "I've been doing a little research.
Remember the girl who died at the church during those terrorist attacks?
(in THE MURDER
Melkor: "The girl that claimed she was
married to Desutoroia?"
Varan: "Yeah. That's the one. Any ways,
she wasn't who she said she was. But she was one of Roostville's most notorious
con artists. Desutoroia's real wife disappeared shortly after his death.
I want you to lead the search for her."
Melkor: "Have you any suspects for the
kidnapper if she's still alive?"
Varan: "Hellspawn... or possibly GAMZILLA..."
Hellspawn: "Ha ha ha! My dear, how are
you enjoying your stay here in my palace?"
The Prisoner: "This is no palace!"
Hellspawn: "Come with me. We were good
together. Promise you won't pull another fast one and I'll let you out
The Prisoner: "No. After my husband
died.. you... you..."
Hellspawn: "I what? And listen: your
precious Desutoroia is no more. You belong to me now. He's dead."
The Prisoner: "No.. I.."
Hellspawn: "When you're dead, you're
dead. Forget him. You belong to me."
The Prisoner: "How can you say that
about my husband? He was your friend..."
Hellspawn: "Yes, well, now he's dead
and you're mine. And so will Roostville. The end of one era and the beginning
of mine! I'm only completing Des' unfinished plans for Roostville.. hahahahahaha!
But I suppose if you don't want some freedom out of that cell, then...
Meanwhile, the Shapeless Demonic Serpent
Voice saw all and thought, "Foolissh Hellspawn..."
In Gamingboy's Headquarters where he
was scouting eBay for construction tools, the computer started blaring:
"WARNING! WARNING! BIG BAD DUDE DETECTED! Gamingboy sighed.
Hellspawn, the leader of the Todd McFarlane
cult and his forces marched against Morgoth. On their way, many Balrogs
had attacked them but they were weak compared to the McFarlane Cult followers.
As they approached his castle, Saruman and Sauron appeared to fight them
off but it was no use. Saruman, Sauron and the Orc armies fell before Hellspawn
and now it was Morgoth's turn to come out to play. Inside the castle, Morgoth
refused and hid.
From the dark depths of Hell rose up
The Violator. With his demonic powers, he destroyed the castle, taking
Morgoth prisoner. He returned to his abode while Hellspawn and the McFarlane
Cult triumphantly marched toward Hellspawn's base with Morgoth in their
"News reports just in. The Castle of
Morgoth has been destroyed. Eyewitnesses say the Todd McFarlane Cult is
responsible and the disappearance of the Mayor..." Gamingboy flicked off
"Damn 'Ultra Digital Q'! You can never
believe anything on that program..."
Meanwhile, Hellspawn and the Todd McFarlane
Cult gathered what they would need for their plan and left their
base, bringing Morgoth along to perform the ritual and Desu's wife to be
their sacrifice. Melkor, who had been searching for her, discovered the
secret lair before it was abandoned. He followed the Cult and while hiding
to avoid detection, he heard a clicking sound. "Shit!"
"Get up. Now. Or I personally blow your
brains out!" a Cult follower growled. Melkor got up slowly. "Hey boss.
I caught a big one!" Hellspawn turned to see they now had Melkor also.
"Kill him," Hellspawn ordered but Melkor
kicked the gun out of the villain's hand and grabbed it.
"Now, you're mine!" The cultist dropped
to his knees.
"Please.. I.. I beg mercy! Please don't
kill me." Five other guys came up behind Melkor and knocked him unconscious.
"Let's kill him!"
Other Cult Follower: "NO! Tie him up
with the girl. We could use them both as the sacrifice."
Third Cult Follower: "What ever the
master says is approved by me."
Hellspawn soon halted their march and
pointed to an area in the far distance.
"You see that spot?" he shouted. "That
is the border where all the kaijuu nations, Neo-Monster Island, Maser City,
Kong Town, Monsterzeroville and Roostville border. Where they all meet,
my friends, is where Morgoth will perform the ritual of the Necronomiconians."
He walked back to where some of his followers were arguing. "WHAT'S GOING
"We captured him. We dunno what ta do
with 'em, though."
"I thought my orders were to kill him!"
Hellspawn roared. Then the disembodied Demonic Serpent Voice spoke.
"NO! Hellspawn, no! That is Melkor.
He too, like Morgoth, is of ancient descent of the Necronomiconians."
"My Lord... I.. I thought Morgoth was
the only one left..."
Evil Voice: "Look at the marking on
his neck. Only the Necronomiconians bear such marks. Do not kill him. He
could be useful to our plans of destruction!"
"Yes, my Lord, I understand." Hellspawn
paused for a moment. "Alright. Don't kill him. Put him in the wagon with
Morgoth and Desu's wife. We shall reach the border by sundown!"
"Oh oh..." Jet Jaguar thought
to himself as he descended from hover mode high above the massed formation
and silently jetted back to his compadres.
"What did you find out?" Gamingboy asked,
anxiously waiting beside the GAMINGMOBILE©. With him were Raptor,
Saruman and Sauron, the latter two much the worse for wear after their
previous encounter with Hellspawn.
"They got Melkor, Morgoth and Desutoroia's
wife. They're also up to no good." For some reason, Saruman groaned especially
"It figures!" Raptor growled, checking
the feed belts to the dual .50 cals mounted on her vehicle of choice for
such operations: a cut down Hummer/Land Rover/Jeep hybrid that was the
envy of every GPN unit on several continents. The resident saurian was
in a foul mood since discovering Hellspawn's lair had been abandoned (after
a particularly rough trip out there in Dr. Dobie's antique sub). Back on
the mainland (and swearing to seriously "upgrade" the CB Rescue Squad's
pride and joy at the first opportunity), there was further bad news about
the destruction of Morgoth's castle. Bad enough the colossal Godzilla Tower
was no more (along with its excellent rooftop lounge, complete with piano
More than one Roostafarian had gotten
to wondering if their Dark Lord Mayor wasn't dabbling in realms he had
best stay out of, lest the whole town come tumbling down about their earflaps.
Still, he was being held against his will by an escaped felon and the Sheriff
had 'requested' help in getting the demon back in custody.
"So what are we going to do?" Sauron
wondered. "Their forces way outnumber anything we can throw against them
without MAJOR reinforcements."
"Well, we COULD rescue their captives
and put a serious crimp in their little ceremony," JJ suggested. Before
the details could be worked out, the modified kaiju tracking device in
the GAMINGMOBILE© sounded the same warning GB had gotten earlier on
WARNING! BIG BAD DUDE DETECTED!
Since their GPN clones had been reprogrammed
to identify ANY kind of kaiju activity (especially handy for Gyaos season,
which was year round), Raptor wondered why the contraption wasn't registering
"Maybe it's a new monster?" Sauron ventured
as the ground they stood on heralded the behemoth's advance (which just
happened to be in their direction). Suddenly, a shadow blocked the sun
as Daimajin continued his trek across the landscape.
Waking with a hazy, dizzy feeling in
his head, Melkor soon discovered his hands were tied to an ornately carved
bar of steel, shaped rather like a swastika. To his left, he noticed the
unconscious Morgoth, his friend and Mayor of their city. With a sinking
feeling, he uttered a grim chuckle, imagining what Morgoth's reaction would
be when he awoke. To his right was Desutoroia's wife, who seemed to be
sleeping. Melkor gazed around the dark zothecula and in front of him noticed
a huge, golden vessel containing what looked to be cool, pristine water
in a basin of gold and silver, ornamented with precious stones. Suddenly,
the water began to smoke, causing violent columns of steam to rise. A red
light, shining like fire, illuminated the room with a strange glow. His
two companions were soon awake and entranced by the luminous display.
The strange disembodied demonic hiss
began to manifest again; first a whisper, then an audible scream. Out of
the darkness came the robed figure of the Hellspawn, entirely in black,
carrying the Necronomicon in one hand and a dead rooster, blood spilling
on the floor, in the other. On his head he wore the ceremonial headdress
of the Pharaohs. He was adorned with icons of innumerable, ineffable Pagan
deities whose functions Melkor dared not guess. The demon shone as if with
a fell light. Drawing closer to his captives, the Hellspawn raised the
slain rooster, sprinkling its blood at the three and eliciting a great
wrath from Melkor as the once hidden tattoo on his back burned like fire.
Hellspawn stopped his ritual and gave way to another persona. With an almost
benevolent, wise tone, he talked to the three crucified upon the pagan
symbols: Melkor on the swastika, Morgoth on the upturned crucifix and Desutoroia's
wife on the ankh. She drew her head back and spat at the Hellspawn. Unfazed,
the monster wiped his face with a sleeve of his robe.
"Brethren. The time has now come for
you to surrender what wisdom you have left to us." And with that, the pool
of water glowed anew and steam rose once again. The disembodied voice hissed
and cackled with a demonic glee, awaiting eagerly the next step in its
"God, this is just another day in the
Roost," Gamingboy said in a sarcastic mood. "And when this is all over,
I'm going to make some popcorn and rent ROBBERY
IN ROOSTVILLE." Raptor and Sauron gave him a funny look.
The Todd McFarlane Cult marched its
way through the Gamera Fields outside Roostville, heading to where all
the nations meet, destroying everything and everyone that got in their
way. Forward they marched, unstoppable. They came to a halt as their leader,
Hellspawn, stopped to speak.
"At long last, my friends, we have almost
reached our destination where all the lands meet. Soon, everything that
we've been waiting, everything we've dreamed of will come true! Roostville
and the other Kaiju Nations will be ours! We will have done something that
no one in the past could have ever succeeded in doing. Hahahahahahahaha!"
Meanwhile, at the Mod Station:
Varan, Roostville's Sheriff, picked
up the ringing phone and answered. "Hello? What's that..? Hellspawn?! You've
spotted him? Where is he? Marching in the great fields of Roostville with
the Todd McFarlane Cult? Oh, shut up! The Todd McFarlane Cult is a fairy
tale told to scare young children. Good bye!" Varan hung the phone up.
"Shit, these loonies get on my nerves. Todd McFarlane... Jesus! And I suppose
that Morgoth is Satan?!" Then Gorgozilla entered his office.
"Sheriff, we've got a problem.... a
BIG SITUATION on our hands..."
As the sun was setting, Hellspawn and
the Cult reached their destination and very soon, Armageddon was going
to begin. The Earth would be consumed by the Apocalypse as the magic of
Necromancy would strip the land of all life and forever would it be covered
"Bring me Morgoth and Melkor now!" Hellspawn
ordered. They were quickly brought to the Lord of Pain. "Bring me the book,
Necromancer!" He was handed The Book of the Damned Dead by none other than
his loyalist and most devoted follower, Goji Son. Hellspawn untied Morgoth
and gave Necromancer to him.
"Now, my friend Morgoth, perform the
ancient ritual performed by the Aztecs and Necronomiconians every one thousand
years before the Aztecs' extinction."
"And what ritual would this be exactly?"
"Oh, you know which one, Morgoth! The
one that your people fear... hehehe. Remember your old friend, Nathan Daniels,
back in high school? You remember when they found him dead! Yes, he performed
it alone. Hehehe!" Hellspawn took the book back and opened it to
the proper page and returned it to Morgoth.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hellspawn, but uh..."
Hellspawn got very irritated.
"I can't read any of this. I don't know
how... it's in a much more older and complex text.." Morgoth stammered.
"Arrgghhhh... Perform the ritual or..."
Desutoroia's wife had been brought to Hellspawn. "I'll cut this innocent
child's throat!" He had seen right through Morgoth's lie and had him begin
With no other choice before him, Morgoth
took the Black Book from the depraved leader's hands but as he began,
Morgoth could feel the presence of something... something evil; more evil
than Hellspawn. He could feel it all around him. From his pocket, Hellspawn
produced four brightly shining jewels: a diamond, a ruby, a crystal and
an emerald. These he sprinkled with blood from his own wrist. He raised
his hand and beckoned for a vassal to come. He came, carrying a container
of strong incense and two bottles, one containing water, the other wine.
He also brought a large consecrated communion wafer to be used in the foulest
of foul deeds, the Black Mass.
Melkor looked at the elaborate preparations,
conceiving his own plans. He saw the helpless Morgoth look away as
Desutoroia's wife was stripped of her clothes while he was bound by chains
and watched over by thugs. She soon stood naked and another vassal brought
forth more tools: an altar, a sabre and a myriad of candles. The Hellspawn
signaled to bring everything to the great chamber where the ritual was
to take place. It began and Morgoth read the first part of the Book, an
invocation to the great Adonai through the use of the Divine Tetragrammation.
Thunder rolled across the night sky outside.
Melkor had had just about enough of
this treatment. Through some trick of incredible craftiness, he was able
to swipe the keys left carelessly dangling from the belt of one of the
thugs and able to free himself. A few minutes' work and the guards were
down and beaten. Melkor now was free to find where the ritual was taking
place. It was only a matter of minutes before the whole world and ail of
creation would be engulfed once again in fiery Darkness.
Just as Morgoth was about to cut out
the heart of Desutoroia's wife, there was a loud noise.
"What the Hell was that..?!" shouted
Red and blue lights were flashing and
someone yelled, "Freeze!" Sheriff Varan, along with Earth Baragon and Gorgozilla,
had arrived just in time.
"Continue, Morgoth. Don't let them stop
you!" Morgoth looked at Hellspawn.
"No?! NO! Arrgghhh! I'll finish it myself,
then!" The disembodied voice once again spoke to the mighty Hellspawn.
"No! You can't do it! You were not raised
in the ways of the Necronomiconians. You do not have the skills nor the
training for such a task!" Hellspawn walked towards Morgoth, ignoring his
master. He took the dagger from his hand and pushed him to the ground.
The Sheriff drew his gun.
"Don't move, Hellspawn. Don't do it!"
Varan shouted. Hellspawn just looked at him, staring deep into the Sheriff's
eyes and smiled. A sudden 'fear' came over Varan as he fired a few shots
but failed to stop him. The other Mods opened fire but were also unable
to stop the devil. Desutoroia's wife began to cry as she knew what fate
awaited her as Hellspawn stared directly into her eyes with an evil and
twisted grin on his face.
"Have any last words before you die?"
"Yeah! Go to Hell!" The fiend turned
around to see who said that, only to discover that Melkor was free and
lunging at Hellspawn. They locked in war. and the struggle was like that
of Armageddon, the prophesied scene of a great battle fought between the
forces of good and evil to occur at the end of the world. The others watched
while most of the cultists escaped. Only Hellspawn's loyalist of followers,
such as Goji Son, stayed behind.
The Sheriff suddenly fell to his knees
as his mind was overcome with grizzly, frightening and nightmarish imagery
of Hellspawn and the Apocalypse; what Roostville would become if Hellspawn's
ritual were to be completed.
"Sheriff? Sheriff!" A voice called out
but Varan was too lost to hear and soon became unconscious. Hellspawn lunged
to take Melkor down with the final strike!
Monsterzeroville, 1:33 AM:
In the ruins of a once proud city, the
cries of the wounded and dying still persisted as reassurances from too
few medical staff provided a paltry undercurrent. Among said staff, one
small but indomitable woman finally sank to her knees. Sleepless days and
nights of such errands melded with the crushing tide of pain that wore
at the walls of her mind had proven too much at last. Suddenly, the tide
was halted and swept aside by something else. If anything, this new presence
was worse. It reeked of sacrificial blood, of vengeance...of Wrath. The
presence issued a command and Miki Saegusa rose to her feet, then picked
her way across the moonlit jungle of debris, finally pausing at the summit
of what used to be a multi-story parking garage. Before her, blasted earth,
pockmarked with the tangled remains of skyscrapers and highway overpasses,
spread to the horizon with two singular exceptions: a vast blackened crater
to her left and the gargantuan rotting husk of a demon to her right. These
macabre 'landmarks' were all that remained of Nightmare Gamera and Neo-Destoroyah;
men twisted into monsters by the designs of Hellspawn. Shuddering at the
sight, Miki turned a bolt of anger upon the force directing her. Why am
I here? A response was not long in coming:
Little psychic, the natural order has
been twisted. Earth itself cries out for retribution. You shall assist
me in restoring the aberrations before us to their proper form.
With that, the force descended upon
Miki, a dark hand guiding hers as she knelt to concentrate. Her right
hand seemed to reach out for the crater, beseeching something to come forth;
the other hung limp at her side as she stretched out her mind. The malefic
presence was using her as a channel for its power, calling out to some
The darkness beyond spawned a legion
of baleful yellow eyes, slitted and pupil-less, burning with primordial
evil. Armored forms scuttled forth, provoking a strangled cry from the
psychic as she recognized the Destoroyah. A sharp command lanced through
her out to the horrors which turned as one and moved to envelop their descendant's
remains in an oddly regimented swarm. The crimson mass was then obscured
with fell blue-white bursts of light as some unspeakable chemical reaction
Miki's full attentions were now directed
upon the crater and a mass of dark dust, swirling in the air above it.
The power once more used her mind as a channel, tapping into lines of manna
which ran through the earth deep below. Pavement and rock cracked, spawning
jets of crimson light which flowed into the dust, then seemed to burst,
merging with it. Settling to Earth, the dust formed a shape. A final eruption
of light consumed the mangled forms of Neo-Destoroyah and the aggregate
horde. Leaving but one trace, two former citizens of Roostville were reborn.
Her role in the great balance completed for now, Miki Saegusa shuddered
uncontrollably, feeling the horrendous force detach itself from her psyche.
Somehow, she won the fight to remain on her feet and stared, eyes wide,
at the restored forms of GAMZILLA and Desutoroia.
As from a great distance, the voice
spoke again, not addressing her this time.
Collect yourselves, mortals.
You have been granted this second chance for a purpose. Prepare to fight.
Seeming to instantly regain their senses,
the pair snapped to attention, then were enveloped in a rift of flame which
vanished as quickly as it had appeared, taking both Roostafarians with
it. A great stone face, framed with armor and twisted by rage, flashed
through the mind that had facilitated their rebirth. Then Miki knew no
Desutoroia and GAMZILLA had been brought
back for this one mission alone. After their task was completed, GAMZILLA
would return to the asylum and Desutoroia, back to the depths of the dead.
At the battlefield where Melkor
is facing off with Hellspawn:
"E.B., help me! We've got to get the
Sheriff to a hospital!" Gorgozilla yelled. "Quickly! Help me lift him into
Hellspawn, holding the ritual dagger,
attacked Melkor head on. He struck and blood was spilt. Melkor fell back
as some of his blood touched the altar. Hellspawn smiled but he had been
a fool not to listen to his master. The blood of Desutoroia's wife was
needed for this ritual. Melkor's, being different than hers, caused the
ritual's results to turn out different than it should have. The Apocalypse
wasn't going to engulf the world but Hellspawn's structure began to change.
He curled into a ball of flesh and energy and his appearance was like that
of Bagan in the video game 'Super Godzilla' before his true monster form
Earth Baragon, after helping Gorgozilla
get Varan into the cruiser, returned and helped Morgoth free Desutoroia's
wife, giving her back her clothes.
Melkor watched as giant demonic bat-like
wings spread from the ball. There was a blinding flash of light and before
the Roostafarians stood Hellspawn, his appearance changed completely. No
longer was he the image of Todd McFarlane's Spawn but a cross between Spawn
"Hellspawn?" Melkor asked, shocked by
the sight before him. Hellspawn looked deep into Melkor's eyes and like
the Sheriff, Melkor was overcome with fear.
The former Hellspawn answered, "No."
Now pure satanic evil in its darkest form, he opened his hand and launched
a ball of energy at the weakened Melkor. The blast knocked him to the ground.
Badly wounded, he managed to get up, his eyes bloodshot before falling
to his knees. He and everyone else watching had been overcome with fear;
a fear greater than any ever felt before. Hellspawn approached Melkor and
looked down at him.
"You," the demon said in a calm manner,
"are not worthy enough to fight me." Upon eye contact, Melkor had been
so overcome with fear that he was traumatized. Hellspawn spread his wings
and flew off. His loyal minion, Goji Son, ran after him to avoid
being arrested. Others had more important things to worry about and came
to aid Melkor. Now, with this unstoppable entity loose in Roostville, every
Roostafarian's worst nightmares were about to become reality as the former
Hellspawn unleashed his powers of darkness, bringing the beginning of the
end of the world. Roostville was now entering the dark ages of the Apocalypse.
"I have come to spread the message of
the great Messenger." Hellspawn's fury had wiped out all the buildings
in Monsterzeroville. Neo-Monster Island had been over run with corruption
caused by Hellspawn's satanic minions. Maser City, which had already neared
its destruction, was faced with a great war as its people fought each other
in its mean streets. Giant demonic monsters that could crush Godzilla in
the blink of an eye ran through Roostville, destroying everything and everyone
in sight. All hope for the entire world was lost. The disembodied voice
which commanded Hellspawn watched in amazement as his message of hate and
despair was spread throughout the land.
Back at the Mod Station, a conscious
Sheriff, Melkor, Morgoth, Raptor, Gorgozilla, Gamingboy, Earth Baragon,
Jet Jaguar and Desutoroia's wife had regrouped and were in Varan's office.
They were all shocked beyond belief when the transparent ghosts of Desutoroia
and GAMZILLA appeared, along with Doug Wood's wife, Miki Saegusa. Miki
explained that a supernatural power healed GAMZILLA of his mental illnesses
and resurrected Desutoroia so they could aid their friends in this war
against the evil Hellspawn. Miki also told them that once Hellspawn were
to be killed, Desutoroia would return to the land of the dead and GAMZILLA
to his prior mental state. He would have to be reinstated in the mental
Outside, an eavesdropper quietly listened.
"Temptation is only bitter sweet, my
dear," Hellspawn said to himself. "I may have failed to eliminate you the
last time around, Miki, but this time I shall succeed in your termination..."
The others in the Mod Station began
discussing a course of action when a hole was blown in the wall. As light
seeped in, the protagonists could see the tall dark shadow of the evil
"Aw, Desutoroia, my old friend," he
said. "How glad I am too see that you could make it to witness my coronation.
But first, I have some business to settle." Hellspawn reached out his hand
and cast a mind block over Miki so she could not use her psychic powers.
He then used telekinetics to pull her towards him. She gasped and screamed
but couldn't get loose from his evil grip.
"LET HER GO!" Morgoth shouted. With
just a thought, Morgoth was sent flying across the room, crashing into
a wall and landing on the floor. Hellspawn realized that Desutoroia's wife,
the Princess of Space and his ceremonial sacrifice, was standing amongst
"You could be useful to me." And like
with Miki, he used his telekinetic powers to pull her towards him.
"DESU!" she cried!
"HONEY! NO!" he shouted as he reached
out but it was too late. Within an instant, Hellspawn, along with Miki
and Desutoroia's wife, had vanished.
As the world was being torn apart, ripped
of its beauty and nearing utter destruction because of Hellspawn's black
magic, the last remaining Roostafarians gathered at City Hall where Gamingboy
made a speech:
At the Mod Station:
"My fellow citizens of Roostville. If
you vote for me for Mayor, I promise that I'll never, EVER let anything
like this happen again! It's all Morgoth's fault! He is a fool! He can't
do anything right as Mayor. Vote me! VOTE ME! Thank you for your time.
Morgoth, Melkor, Varan, Desutoroia and
GAMZILLA were searching through old witchcraft and Necromancy books for
a possible key to defeat Hellspawn.
"Guys, I know of a way," Morgoth said.
"I know of a way that we can end Hellspawn's reign of terror and stop his
Apocalypse from consuming the universe."
"What?!" Melkor yelled. "Why haven't
you told us this earlier?"
"Because, Melkor," Morgoth started to
explain, "it's very dangerous..."
"If you know a way," Desutoroia demanded,
"tell us!" For a moment, Morgoth hesitated.
"Alright," he finally agreed. "Here's
what we can do to stop this..."
As he explained, Hellspawn was spreading
his master's message of hate. The Roostville/Maser City Military Alliance
(what was left of it) marched to stop him. Their tanks and planes opened
fire and soon had full confidence that Hellspawn was dead. When the smoke
cleared, there he was, not even a scratch or a dent done to him.
"I have no time for games. Perhaps we'll
play another day." Hellspawn unleashed a powerful blast from the palm of
his hand, decimating what had remained of the military. "Or perhaps not."
He then flew off into the sky.
Doug Wood had heard about Miki's kidnapping
and immediately headed to the Mod Station.
"Where's Miki?!" He demanded.
"Well, Mr. Wood," Sheriff Varan explained.
"It's quite the tale..."
"Where'd the BASTARD take her?! Where
"Doug... We don't know. He just vanished
with her. I'm sorry but we really have no idea as to where he could have
taken her..." Desutoroia walked in.
"I think I know where he could've taken
Miki and the Princess..."
Hellspawn's master, the disembodied
entity without form, had heard all this and through telepathy, informed
his loyal friend. Hellspawn prepared for Doug Wood's arrival. An hour later,
he came busting into the old Catholic Church on Megalon Avenue.
"Where are you hiding, Hellspawn? Show
yourself!! FACE ME! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!"
Hellspawn's voice replied, "As you command."
He walked out from the shadows carrying a crimson whip. Old curtains opened
to reveal Miki strapped to a huge cross.
"Let us raise the stakes a little...
my friend. If you fail to eliminate me, Miki shall be faced with utter
destruction... and death in vain."
"And if I win?" Doug asked.
"You can have whatever your little heart
desires most in this world." A big grin came over Hellspawn's face.
"Alright, 'Spawn... Let us begin!" Doug
charged up into Ultraman Supremo mode.
With a sudden crack, Hellspawn's whip
roped around Doug's neck and he was dragged towards him and lifted by the
Squeezing, Hellspawn advised, "You have
made a great mistake coming here. One that will indeed cost you your miserable
existence on this plane of existence." Before the end, Doug's eyes came
into direct contact with Hellspawn's and just like others before him, he
was overcome with a fear greater than any he had ever felt in his life.
"NOOO!" Miki cried out.
KABOOM! Doug's headless body fell to
the floor in a bloody mess.
"Ha. I win. I knew from the start you
weren't worthy enough to fight with such a great warrior as I." With the
snap of Hellspawn's fingers, Miki faded into oblivion, her body transported
to the next dimension. As Hellspawn was ready to leave, the ghost of Desutoroia
"You?" Hellspawn said, almost laughing
as though watching AUSTIN POWERS or WAYNE'S WORLD for the first time. "Why
have you come? To challenge me? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"You know what your problem is, Hellspawn?"
Desutoroia asked. "Your over confidence."
"And you know what your problem is?
You dwell way too much on yesterday. Dwell on yesterday and you have no
today, no tomorrow." The ghost of GAMZILLA and the Lord Melkor also entered.
"More friends of yours, Des, I assume? Come to play, perhaps? Well, I'm
sorry... I have no time for children's games. I must spread the Message
of the Great Messenger!"
"I don't think so," Melkor said. "We
know how to stop you, Hellspawn, and in the end, WE will win!"
"The Universe is mine! You cannot destroy
my destiny. That which does not become a part of me shall become one with
the great void." Hellspawn then laughed twistedly. He was convinced that
the three standing before him were not worthy enough of fighting him. He
felt that he was The Great Lord of Everything and All of Time and with
the Apocalypse nearing, he felt unstoppable. But as we all know, Hellspawn,
like any living creature, must have a weakness. His arrogance would cause
his downfall as he was unaware that at the moment, Melkor had been muttering
an incantation of great mysterious power. As he finished, a huge doorway
through time and space opened before Hellspawn and the others.
"What deviltry is this?" he demanded.
It was more from amazement than shock. Melkor, being descended from the
Old World, also was a master of magic.
"It is where we shall fight, oh great
one," Melkor said in a sarcastic tone of voice. "Unless you still think
of us as unworthy..." Hellspawn smiled back.
"No," he replied. "I accept your challenge."
He then turned to look at his old friend, Desutoroia. "And I can't wait
to end your pathetic existence as well..." The ghosts of GAMZILLA and Desutoroia,
along with Melkor and Hellspawn, entered the space gateway; some alternate
dimension with no ground, no sky - just bright and dark endless clouds.
Hellspawn got ready to launch an attack at Melkor.
"No. Wait," he said. "I'll save you
for later. I think I'll start off with you!" Hellspawn leaped at Desutoroia
and the two were caught in a great struggle. GAMZILLA came to Desu's aid
but Melkor just stood and watched.
The battle continued as Hellspawn fired
blasts of negative energy from the palms of his hands at his foes but not
many of his attacks had any effect on the ghosts. Desutoroia pulled out
his Master Sword and took a big slice at Hellspawn who was able to deflect
the strike and pulled out his own sword. As their weapons clanged, sparks
flew everywhere. GAMZILLA tried to get a shot at Hellspawn whenever his
guard was down but all his attacks failed to do anything. Hellspawn then
kicked GAMZILLA, sending him flying far off into the distance and
continued the sword duel with Desutoroia until, just luckily, he was able
to send his blade flying from his hands. Hellspawn threw his sword to the
"I'll kill you with my bare hands!"
He then struck Desutoroia with his fist. "No magic. No weapons. My bare
hands..." He grabbed Desu's neck and began to squeeze very tight.
"NOO!" GAMZILLA shouted but all appeared
to be too late. Then, all of a sudden, Hellspawn let Desutoroia free as
he collapsed to his knees and began screaming in agony.
"NO! What's happening to me!" A bright
white light began to glow from inside Hellspawn's body.
"As you were fighting with Des and GAMZ,
I was able to mutter the incantation Morgoth told me that was the only
thing to stand in your way of spreading the Messenger's Message," Melkor
"WHAT?! No! You cannot destroy my...
DESTINY!" Hellspawn shouted. Desutoroia and GAMZILLA then faded from the
realm; Des back in the land of the dead and GAMZ presumably returned to
the Roostville Institution for the Mentally Insane.
"Sorry, Hellspawn. But this is where
it all ends... You're finished."
"NO! I cannot be destroyed so... EASILY!"
Hellspawn's body, glowing very brightly, began to turn red all over. He
started burning up like Desugoji from GODZILLA Vs. DESTOROYAH.
His final words were, "You haven't seen
the last of me, Melkor, for one day, I shall return..." Hellspawn then
transformed into stone and crumbled but his soul remained and was sealed
away in the Alternate Dimension as Melkor had ventured back into the Universe
he belonged in.
A short while later, everyone was glad
to see Melkor return and happy that with Hellspawn sealed away in the Evil
Realm, His legacy - his spawn - had vanished and the world had been saved
from the Apocalypse. However, everyone was sad that Desutoroia and GAMZILLA
could not have stayed.
At the very moment Hellspawn had been
sealed away, Miki, Princess and Doug returned to this plane of existence,
back to their original states. It was truly a happy moment for every citizen
in Roostville, especially Gamingboy. Hellspawn, who had blackmailed most
of the city into voting for him to become Mayor, was now gone. Gamingboy
had the second highest number of votes and was declared Roostville's new
Hellspawn, the great menace was gone
but so were two great men and the whole world could rise up and live again.
But what happened to the disembodied
entity who commanded the great Hellspawn?