Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 077

"The human lives until I say otherwise. The others belong to you." Murray's jaw unhinged and he lifted into the air to sing his song of damnation once more.

Pain wracked Beth's body as she felt the spell she had cast being undone. The scream seemed to worm its way through her bones, vibrating her whole body.

The horsemen held a debate that she couldn't hear, and then War started shouting at Mehkhkahrel.

"Stop smiting him!" He yelled, holding his hands to his mouth. "Hey! Stop for a moment! We need you to do something else!"

Mehkhkahrel ignored them as Murray continued to scream. War waved his hands in frustration, but Beth couldn't follow what was being said. Between Murray's spell and Famine's magical hunger, she couldn't concentrate on anything other than breathing. Pestilence and Lily were trapped in a wrestling match where neither had the upper hand.

Every minute that passed felt like an hour. Beth felt the breath ripped from her as Murray finally undid her spell. The ground rumbled violently and Famine finally released her, tossing her to the ground.

"Hey, we need to borrow your angel for a second," Famine yelled at Murray. "To smite the demon over there."

Murray's eyes barely registered recognition as his scream took on a different pitch. However, Mehkhkahrel stopped blasting Death, allowing War to lift his sword and shove it down through his brother's rib cage. This pinned him to the ground, and the fire in Death's eyes blazed hot.

"I have decided that I am adopted," he declared loudly.

"Nobody cares, you skinny little shit," War replied.

Beth struggled to her feet, but Murray's eerie shriek had her so dizzy now that she was dry heaving. She raised her hand and tried to summon another ball of fire to assist Lily, but was pushed from behind by Famine.

"You bit off more than you could chew," Famine told her. "Made a pretty big show at the end. But now you're going to pay for it. When we get back, I'm going to hunt down anyone you've ever loved and personally devour them."

"You're free to smite the others, now," War said, his missing eye swollen shut. He pointed at Lily. "Start with that bitch."

Lily fought even harder, but Pestilence was unaffected by her efforts. The angel's eyes blinked out of order, as if malfunctioning.

"Fucker is all messed up now," War muttered. "Hey! Mehkhkahrel! That's a succubus right over there, she's a demon! Angels smite demons!"

The angel didn't move. Instead, it shifted, as if reality warped around it. It's baleful center eye was now looking at Lily, who crumpled under its golden gaze.

"DEMON SPAWN," it declared, and the air around it shifted. "YE HAVE BEEN JUDGED."

"Suck my dick!" Lily cried, smoke rising from her body. She cried out in agony as sparkling lights danced around her, like sadistic fireflies.

When the beam of light burst from Mehkhkahrel, Beth closed her eyes and screamed. Hot liquid sprayed across her body and she fell to the ground in shock. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she was covered in Opal's blue slime.

Opal, or what was left of her, lay melted on top of Lily. The crystalline decanter lay on its side, slowly dripping ooze onto the ground.

Murray stopped screaming and looked down at himself in shock. Not only was he coated in Opal's remains, but it had been sprayed everywhere. Bits of the slime girl had sprayed across the three horsemen, as well as Mehkhkahrel.

"YE HAVE BEEN...YE HAVE BEEN..." Golden light sparked across the Mehkhkahrel's wings, and then it fired a beam of light into Pestilence. The whirling mass twisted aimlessly, the eyes blinking rapidly and out of sync. A sound like static filled the air as the angel spoke over itself.

Pestilence raised their hands in defence and then exploded into a cloud of angry insects that dispersed into the gloom. Ashes drifted across the ground.

"What the hell?" War covered his head and managed to narrowly avoid a random blast of light.

"He attacked the wrong person!" Murray held up the dick of Osiris and summoned a magical shield just in time to block an attack. "That girl didn't attack me or him, so it violated its own protocols! My control is slipping!"

Mehkhkahrel let out a scream that caused Murray and the horsemen to stumble and fall. The mists around the house curled inward like fingers and scratched at the exterior, taking away paint and wood. Beth was lying flat on the ground now, terrified of what the mist would do if it touched her.

Murray sent a green beam of light into Mehkhkahrel's core, sweat beading up on his brow. Mehkhkahrel's wings stopped spinning as it let out a groan that sounded like fatigued metal.

There was a flash of light, and then everyone standing was knocked off their feet. Up above, the angel's wings started to char around the edges and turn black.

"No, no, no!" Murray held up his hands and tried to bind Mehkhkahrel once again.

"ENOUGH!" Mehkhkahrel's voice felt like a bomb inside of Beth's gut, and she curled into the fetal position. The air filled with an ominous ticking noise that she realized was coming from the angel above. It stared down with angry eyes, and she saw that several of them were looking right at her. One by one, their gaze turned toward Lily, who lay smoldering on the ground.

"Fuck you," Lily whispered, then grabbed Opal's vessel and flung it far away from her own body to protect it from the coming blast.

"HELLSPAWN." Energy crackled around Mehkhkahrel's wings as it prepared to smite the succubus. "I SMITE THEE IN HIS GLORIOUS NAME."

Lily shrieked defiantly at the angel, but then stopped, her jaw dropping in surprise.

When the beam of light burst forth from Mehkhkahrel, Lily vanished in a cloud of smoke just before it reached her. The beam scoured the ground, sending molten rock through the air as it tried to find her.

The mists swirled around the house, then coiled upward as if being pushed from below. A dark figure approached through the gloom, blue eyes glowing with an intensity that made Beth squint.

The mists parted, revealing a male figure with his arm in a sling. It was Mike, and he glared angrily at the angel above. An aura of blue and green light surrounded him, pushing the mists away from where he stood and radiating outward through the ground. Where he walked, grass and tiny blue flowers burst through the sterile soil and she could feel the ground beneath her beating like a drum.

"Are you the one who took my house?" He sounded calm, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice that made Beth think of a sheathed blade. "The one who hurt my family? The one who just tried to kill my Lily?"

"BE NOT AFRAID." Mehkhkahrel's voice flattened Beth into the ground so hard that she couldn't breathe. Her hair whipped around her head as if she was caught in a storm. Nearby, she heard Murray cry out in rage as he, too, was flattened. Whatever malfunction the angel was experiencing had either scrambled its circuits completely or pissed it off.

The wave of force that burst forth from the angel traveled across the ground and washed over Mike. He barely flinched, his face twisting into an angry mask as he lifted his good arm and pointed at Mehkhkahrel.

"Cerberus." Mike's voice thrummed with power, and Beth watched in awe as three pairs of blazing red lights formed just above and behind him as the hell hound stepped out of the mists. Their teeth were bared and hackles raised as each head growled in a different tone, filling the air with a malevolent melody.

Mike twisted his hand around to make a gun out of it with two fingers for the barrel. When he parted his lips to speak, his teeth were pressed tightly together in barely suppressed rage. "Fetch."

With a triple howl, Cerberus bounded forward and tackled Mehkhkahrel out of the sky. Feathers scattered everywhere as the powerful force crushing Beth suddenly vanished and she was able to rise. Mehkhkahrel and Cerberus tumbled out of sight into the mist, but the air filled with blasts of light and fire as the two battled in the fog.

"Caretaker!" Murray hissed in surprise as he held up his magical dick like a protective talisman. "How are you here?"

Mike didn't answer. Instead, Lily stepped from behind him, her tail wrapping coyly around Mike's torso, the stinger resting gently against his neck.

"Daddy's home," she announced with glee. "And he is pissed." She planted a kiss on his cheek and then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

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Mike is finally home. It's time to take out the trash.

Next chapter will be the conclusion of Book Five (but not the whole series), so buckle up as the house comes together to put the hurt on the Apocalypse!

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~Annabelle Hawthorne