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A jolt of panic still running through his veins, Damien felt the grip of Firebrand's feet around his shoulders and was rescued from a bone-crushing death. He watched in a mix of both horror and intrigue as the rooftop accellerated downward away from him. It was like the building had jumped off of him instead of the usual vice versa. The sound was deafening as it collapsed on its own rubble and a thick cloud of smoke and dust bilolowed up rapidly. Firebrand moved away accordingly and had another demon to bestow his powerful amulet around Damien's neck. The necromancer gave no resistance, having jsut had his life saved, although the symbolism of collaring him did not escape his notice. 

Instantly, he felt the firey warmth of the claw talisman affect him. The feeling was familiar, akin to the infernal, and welcomed by his darkened heart. Firebrand gave him free license to make use of the talisman's power, and that is exactly what Damien would do. 

The red light on Enki was reaching its maximum, and Damien quickly realized it was a weapon of mass destruction charging up. The only way to survive now was to avoid being caught in its blast, but neither flying nor falling at that very moment could've escaped its range. A bead of sweat dropped from Damien's brow as he felt the wind of the wing-beats of the demon above him. This demon had seen what he could do with his necromantic magic and had given him his trust, not by any coersion, but by its own free will. He wasn't going to let that victory be lost now.

Grabbing onto Firebrand's feet, Damien drew on the power of the talisman to empower his ability and shifted both himself and his flying ally into the spectral plane. Outwardly, it would have looked like the two beings simply vanished a second before the laser cannon went off. Inside the shadowy realm, Firebrand and Damien would watch in a sort of slow motion as the laser blast shot right through them, or where they had been, then went awry in its course behind them.

Before Viral had been blasted off the side of the office tower, Damien had placed one final spell upon him, a curse, a hex. He had done it as a precaution, incase Viral had any kind of resistance to his sickness and fear spells, and now such precaution would show its worth. The curse would ruin Viral's aim, causing him to suffer a high miss chance with every attack he made. The tank he had thrown with Enki hadn't crushed Mortanius, and the laser blast managed to barely wiff on catching any of the other heros. Oh sure, it destroyed buildings and carved a swath of hellscape on part of the city, but Oso, Cyano, Morty, and any other important, plot-armored PC's not heretofore mentioned, somehow lived. 

Damien and Firebrand re-materialized behind Enki as they exited Damien's spectral death-plane together, in spell casting range, and they were safely on the ground. 

"...I am here to show them their place. Any who wish to follow me are free to. I am in need of troops..."

Just as Viral sat back in his chair, confident about the terror he had inflicted with his mech's laser canon, he began to feel something wrong. His vision began to darken, and the familiar sensation of death-magic ws upon him. Then, he lost all sight completely. Panic ensued. 

Damien chuckled darkly. "Heh heh. You are in need of troops? Bah. This world does not belong to you, Viral. It doesn't belong to any of us. This world languishes since the dawn of existance, since its damnnation by chaos. It awaits the return of The First who has promised to cleanse and reclaim it. You are a stray dog who knows nothing of the truth. You ARE nothing." Damien signaled to Firebrand and the others to get ready to tear Viral apart. 

Hundreds of skeletal arms reached out of the ground centered around Damien, grabbing the legs of any remaining enemy troops, clawing at them and incapacitating them as he continued to taunt Viral. "All who stand in His way will fall, as it is fortold. You will not defeat me, because He commands me and He is the strongest. Your army has fallen, and you unfortunately, cannot command the dead, so... Submit, Viral, or I will will make your last moments very painful." Damien grinned from the ground somewhere around Enki.