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[color=#F62217]”This is depressing. A teenage daughter killed her parents in a satanic rite for power.”[/color] Brokers voice rang out, smoke bellowing out of his mouth as he said it. In one hand he had a pipe fashioned out of human bone, in the other he held a newspaper. 

[color=#FFF217]”Uh... Sir.. You are basicly Satan.” His secretary spoke from her desk.[/color] 

[color=#F62217]”I am no such crass thing. Satan is a mopey angel who sit in his dark castle and refuse to adapt to the times like the rest of his kind. Never trust a Fallen to do anything. They are to caught up in their war with heaven. No profit in that kind of war.”[/color] He scoffed as he flipped a page. Even as he took a puff, the door to his office exploded inwards in a hail of metal and tree. Splinters flew across the room, one of them lodged itself into his poor secretary forehead and she fell to the ground dead. Blood pooled across the floor where she laid. Broker ran a hand trough his mane of hair and got up to stare at the black and blue demon that now stood in the doorway. Azmaug, one of he Fallen. 

[color=#F62217]”Did you have to do that Azmaug?!”[/color] Broker exclaimed  sweeping a hand towards the secretary who laid in her own blood. She twitched, as if to empathize to the demons outrage.

”Oh please. She is a zombie. I killed the human version myself, remember?” The Fallen waved the accusation dismissively. 

[color=#F62217]”Jigs up Janice. Get back to work, and clean the blood up.”[/color] Broker huffed as he sat down. [color=#FFF217]”Learn to knock Azmaug. That door was made of Eternal Oak. Taken from the Tree Ygdrasil by a brave and stupid mortal”[/color]

”Didn't feel very eternal to me.” The Fallen said with smugness of a high school jock. Broker despised most of the Fallen. They were the original denizens of Hell, not counting the Primordial Evils that had no form and simply were content in feeding upon the despair hell caused. As such, they though themselves superior. Yet most of them were impractical, warmongering bastards. They thought they could beat the most powerful force in all the realms; capitalism.

[color=#F62217]”God I hate you bird men.”[/color] Broker growled. His nickname for the fallen angels always got a rise out Azmaug and his brethren. [color=#F62217]”What do you want?”[/color] Broker said before Azmaug could protest his usage of words.

”You were trash talking our lord and protector again. He told you he will kill you sooner or later.” Azmaug spoke in contempt. It was a empty threat. The Lord of the Fallen could not touch him. When the sins had arrived to create their chosen ones, they bestowed Lucifer with chains that helped him enslave most of the infernal to his whims. Most. Not the Incarnate Cardinal Sins like broker. And many of the demons found loopholes sooner or later. But regardless, if the chains broke Lucifer would have a full scale riot on his hands.  And the ones that hold the chains in place were the Incarnate. 

Broker was greed, but he had six siblings and rivals. Maligna was envy and about as much a bitch as one could assume Envy Incarnate to be. Furie was wrath and Broker generally kept out of her hair, all ninemillion tendrils of it. Maw was gluttony, and uncle to Blueberry, Brokers daughter. Maws most powerfull Demoness, Latisha, was Brokers ex-wife. Ex, as in Blueberry ate her.  Archis was Pride and a total douche., Serena was Lust and Broker made sure never to be on her bad side. The last of them was Zan, The Sloth Incarnate and Brokers most respected adversary. Respected becouse no matter how Broker tried, he couldn't be bothered fighting him over anything.  Apathy in Demon form was nothing to mess with.

With all this in mind, Broker rose from his seat fully. [color=#F62217]”Will he now. Will the mighty Lord of the Fallen go against one of the Cardinal Sins Incarnate?”[/color] Broker said, a touch amused. [color=#F62217]”I know my power is nothing compared to Satan. The Morning Star could melt me where I sit. But in doing so, he rids the world of Greeds herald, the one who deals, the broker of broken dream. The first chain that holds his kingdom together.”[/color] Broker hissed as he grew horns and went from handsome man to horrid beast. Azmaug reached for his sword. But before he could reach it, Broker spoke in Corrupted Enokean, the language of the Fallen.

[color=#F62217]”[i]Sabrak Nigi sol Celestia. Kami nobli naut.[/i] Still Child of Heaven, thy star is waning. Sabrak, Nigi sol Celestia. Nau Lumina Nox.Still, [i]Child of Heaven, the light is no more.[/i]  Sabrak, kali kom hanne [i]Still, hear the horn.[/i] Sabrak nazu nomi, shasha nak ibisi baul. Still your heart, your beating soiled organ of deception.”[/color] The Fallen angel began to shake as the word of power wrapped around him. Broker word formed into chains around the angels, and the chains then melted into the fallen angels body.

”W-what are you doing.” Azmaug screamed in wide eyed terror.

[color=#F62217]”It's the prayer of Alistair Crowley. He wrote it on his deathbed, in order to avoid Satan claiming his soul.”[/color] Broker smiled like a cheshire cat, all teeth and ill intent. [color=#F62217]”Sabrak, now ongi bast inferna, now uni piju. [i]BE still, you herald of fire, you misslead creature.[/i] Aznaugh niphlea malphel satanica. [i]Burn with in the fires of which you were born. Burn in Hell.[/i]”[/color] The Fallen screamed as his skin began to burst into flames. In less then a minute, he was but ash and bone. Broker sat back down. 

[color=#F62217]”I need to get out of the office. Janice, call Blueberry. I am taking my daughter to work.”[/color] He said as he got up. [color=#F62217]”Oh and send Lucifer my regards and tell him I'll actually pay my taxes for the next decade as penance. He just lost another cousin after all.”[/color] He laughed as he walked out the door and shrunk back into his human form. Earth awaited him.


Earthside.

A portal opened with a screech as the Broker stept out onto the asphalt. The grime and pollution tickled his nose and he sighed. [color=#F62217]”Smell that Blue? Its the smell of greed eating away on mother earth. I didn't even have anything to do with it. Makes me feel obsolete almost.”[/color]  He waved down a cab and put a few thousand into the cabbies front pocket. [color=#F62217]”Hello good Sir. I own you for today, you don't get out this car for anything. You hear me?”[/color] He said as he allowed Blueberry to slip into the cab before him. He then slipped in after. ”You know where the first portal opened old man? Take me there.”[/color] He said as the cab nervously pulled away off the curb and into traffic. No doubt he realized he was driving someone weird and dangerous. Who would want to visit the ground zero of a demon invasion. Yet here was a rich eccentric man and his gorgeous daughter paying him obscene amounts of money to get there.

As they arrived, he stepped out firs before helping his daughter out. The cabbies knuckles were white, he seemed pale and terried beyond reasoning. A good sign, the Broker decided.

[color=#F62217]”Mmhh.. This smells vaguely familiar.”[/color]  He said to himself as he stared at what seemed to be a small memorial to the victims of the invasion. He smiled. [color=#F62217]”Still. This is small time stuff in comparison to what the book describes. Blueberry. Why don't you go find someone to eat. Daddy has to work.”[/color]  The demon said as he crouched infront of the plaque. He smiled and said a few words of power as his hand lit up. Then he carved into the metal [color=#F62217]”Just the beginning”.[/color]  Then he stood up and held his hands out to the sides. He began speaking in ancient Summerian as whirling pools of light drifted from all around him. The lost souls of those who met their demise here. His eyes blazed with power and suddenly they were all sucked into him, he groaned and closed his eyes in pleasure as he absorbed the poor wayward souls.

[color=#F62217]”Nnngh.. Delish.. Now where was I. Oh yes. Have to keep the super villain market from crashing.”[/color]  He turned on his heel and went see what he might be able to do about the whole metahuman business he heard rumors about. As he stepped into the cab, he said.  [color=#F62217]”Where do I find the man they call... Icon”[/color]