"Presto Presti"
By David Anderson
Chapter 1: The Lo Down Dirty
They were close now, the demon spawn. Eddy LoPresti, also known as "Presto 'Presti", closed the doors to the storm shelter and secured them. This was only the beginning of his protection as he flashed on an LED flashlight that led him to a 30 foot hole. After descending via a rope ladder, Eddy walked up to a steel door, a door that led to a very sturdy bomb shelter. Eddy entered, and bolted the triple-fail-safe latch behind him.
The town of Las Vegas wouldn't be so lucky.
***
"You're pretty good, kid" said Chris Angel as Presto Presti finished up his opening set. Chris was going to have a hard act to follow.
Presto winced, knowing deep down that he wasn't really a magician, and was using the old, curled hand, now in his pocket, as a way to channel the dark powers of the Universe. Presto was an occultist, not a weaver of illusion. Although the dark forces he dabbled in did tend to rely heavily on illusions. He had made a deal with the other side; open a portal for hell to come through and conquer Earth, and be granted God-Like powers before, 'the end'. That end would come sooner than Presto would have liked.
***
Eddy, no longer a gallivanting magician, no longer "Presto", was glad he left the shriveled monkey's paw outside. It had materialized after he opened the hell gate, and it had imbued him with powers like levitation and the ability to become invisible, amongst other things. He could also breath underwater, handy for the Las Vegas showbiz industry.
His powers let him know that Hell's armies were coming, gnawing their way through the crust of the Earth, magma pouring around them and melting into their flaming inferno existence. Drilling upwards, due to pop out right in the middle of the Las Vegas strip; due top pop out right in his neighborhood.
He was in his shelter now, a Cold War era job that he had retro-fitted with the latest technology. Unlike it's early counterparts, Eddy's shelter could actually withstand a nuclear blast, well sort of. H-Bombs are detonated in the air anyhow, Eddy thought, but he would be safe from the shockwaves, heat, and radiation. Unfortunately, he was afraid of Nuclear War. He was afraid of Hell on Earth. A fate he resigned all mankind to, a fate that came far sooner than he had anticipated.
Eddy clawed open a MRE or 'meal ready to eat', and begun to sample the last stash of food and supplies he'd ever own.
***
It was an average night, still quite early, when Hell hit. Right outside the Mirage Hotel and Casino is where a particularly nasty volcano suddenly emerged. One that spewed lava, as well as Hell Spawns, vicious pink demons with ropey tentacles that hurried lost souls back to hell to awaken the Lord Demon Prince himself, Mephistopheles.
A hole the size of a football field opened up, engulfing the entire roadway and parts of buildings. It rose up hundreds of feet and spires of red rock grew up from nowhere, creating an impossible natural disaster on the Vegas strip, complete with Demons from Hell.
***
"Sir, red tango is tainted, we have confirmation on that. The President has ordered operation Strip Mine, our troops have been pulled from the perimeter," a soldier said as he relayed information to a worried General.
"Good, I always thought Vegas was a piece of shit. Worst hangover that ever graced my brain came from The Strip, fuck that place," said General Krall, the five star hero sent to make the first strike on the Hellish creatures bent on taking over our plane of existence. "And don't even get me started on Atlantic city."
Multiple nukes rained down on Vegas, exploding thousands of feet in the air, lighting up the night sky and turning the desert sand to glass.
***
Day 1, 452. Eddy drains his lost bottle of stashed Vodka, but doesn't care. He's got some Whiskey and Wine still down here, right? Eddy decides he doesn't care and opens the latch, going to the surface.
A functioning city. No damage. People going about their business.
"What the fuck?" Eddy asks himself as he wonders what is happening. He felt the nukes. He heard Satan roar as he climbed from the abyss to retake the world.
Eddy descends back into the hole. Back to his shelter.
***
Chapter 2: Hand me a Krallton of Milk
"C'mon men, were almost to the North Poll!" shouted a haggard General Krall, the past 1,452 days taking it's toll on his appearance. But apparently not his spirit.
A contingent of soldiers were headed towards the last cool place on Earth, the last place those fiery Demons hadn't raped. Satan had risen though, and he worked like a giant terraformer, slowly turning the planet into the inside of a volcano. He didn't HAVE to find you. He'd eventually make your hiding place HIS PRISON. The ultimate boogy man.
By David Anderson
Chapter 1: The Lo Down Dirty
They were close now, the demon spawn. Eddy LoPresti, also known as "Presto 'Presti", closed the doors to the storm shelter and secured them. This was only the beginning of his protection as he flashed on an LED flashlight that led him to a 30 foot hole. After descending via a rope ladder, Eddy walked up to a steel door, a door that led to a very sturdy bomb shelter. Eddy entered, and bolted the triple-fail-safe latch behind him.
The town of Las Vegas wouldn't be so lucky.
***
"You're pretty good, kid" said Chris Angel as Presto Presti finished up his opening set. Chris was going to have a hard act to follow.
Presto winced, knowing deep down that he wasn't really a magician, and was using the old, curled hand, now in his pocket, as a way to channel the dark powers of the Universe. Presto was an occultist, not a weaver of illusion. Although the dark forces he dabbled in did tend to rely heavily on illusions. He had made a deal with the other side; open a portal for hell to come through and conquer Earth, and be granted God-Like powers before, 'the end'. That end would come sooner than Presto would have liked.
***
Eddy, no longer a gallivanting magician, no longer "Presto", was glad he left the shriveled monkey's paw outside. It had materialized after he opened the hell gate, and it had imbued him with powers like levitation and the ability to become invisible, amongst other things. He could also breath underwater, handy for the Las Vegas showbiz industry.
His powers let him know that Hell's armies were coming, gnawing their way through the crust of the Earth, magma pouring around them and melting into their flaming inferno existence. Drilling upwards, due to pop out right in the middle of the Las Vegas strip; due top pop out right in his neighborhood.
He was in his shelter now, a Cold War era job that he had retro-fitted with the latest technology. Unlike it's early counterparts, Eddy's shelter could actually withstand a nuclear blast, well sort of. H-Bombs are detonated in the air anyhow, Eddy thought, but he would be safe from the shockwaves, heat, and radiation. Unfortunately, he was afraid of Nuclear War. He was afraid of Hell on Earth. A fate he resigned all mankind to, a fate that came far sooner than he had anticipated.
Eddy clawed open a MRE or 'meal ready to eat', and begun to sample the last stash of food and supplies he'd ever own.
***
It was an average night, still quite early, when Hell hit. Right outside the Mirage Hotel and Casino is where a particularly nasty volcano suddenly emerged. One that spewed lava, as well as Hell Spawns, vicious pink demons with ropey tentacles that hurried lost souls back to hell to awaken the Lord Demon Prince himself, Mephistopheles.
A hole the size of a football field opened up, engulfing the entire roadway and parts of buildings. It rose up hundreds of feet and spires of red rock grew up from nowhere, creating an impossible natural disaster on the Vegas strip, complete with Demons from Hell.
***
"Sir, red tango is tainted, we have confirmation on that. The President has ordered operation Strip Mine, our troops have been pulled from the perimeter," a soldier said as he relayed information to a worried General.
"Good, I always thought Vegas was a piece of shit. Worst hangover that ever graced my brain came from The Strip, fuck that place," said General Krall, the five star hero sent to make the first strike on the Hellish creatures bent on taking over our plane of existence. "And don't even get me started on Atlantic city."
Multiple nukes rained down on Vegas, exploding thousands of feet in the air, lighting up the night sky and turning the desert sand to glass.
***
Day 1, 452. Eddy drains his lost bottle of stashed Vodka, but doesn't care. He's got some Whiskey and Wine still down here, right? Eddy decides he doesn't care and opens the latch, going to the surface.
A functioning city. No damage. People going about their business.
"What the fuck?" Eddy asks himself as he wonders what is happening. He felt the nukes. He heard Satan roar as he climbed from the abyss to retake the world.
Eddy descends back into the hole. Back to his shelter.
***
Chapter 2: Hand me a Krallton of Milk
"C'mon men, were almost to the North Poll!" shouted a haggard General Krall, the past 1,452 days taking it's toll on his appearance. But apparently not his spirit.
A contingent of soldiers were headed towards the last cool place on Earth, the last place those fiery Demons hadn't raped. Satan had risen though, and he worked like a giant terraformer, slowly turning the planet into the inside of a volcano. He didn't HAVE to find you. He'd eventually make your hiding place HIS PRISON. The ultimate boogy man.
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