Evan was mad, madder than he had ever been. This pint sized man with his hat and cane was making him look like a fool, and Evan would have none of that. Already adrenaline was pumping through his body, amping up his strength and now was the time to use it. With his chest muscles flexing he reached out to grab the little twerp, and proudly declared “You wanna make a deal?” he said in a grunting voice, “The deal is I’m going to rip you into so many parts that even your shadows can’t put you together!” But despite all his size and strength, and the fact he towered over Mephisto, the Devil continued to taught him. With consistent laughter, he made comments like “Good sir, I must remind you that a deal is only a deal if there is something for all parties involved! What you're implying is less of a democratic exchange and..” but before he could finish his sentence, Evan was already on top of him grabbing each of the Devil’s arms inside his massive hands, and with the greatest of ease, began ripping him apart!
Already a crooked smile crossed Evan’s face as he prepared for a violent blood letting, as he anticipated his act of violence to be exhilarating. But again Mephisto countered with his mouth. “I was wrong, big guy. I know that now. I'm sorry,” the Devil chuckled, knowing how much it irritated Stomp, “I'm sorry I called you a good sport!” It was at that moment Evan could take no more and with one massive tug he ripped his arms apart, but instead of watching the Devil being split in half, the Devil cast another of his tricky spells. In a puff of his trademark red smoke he transformed into a tiny white rabbit that was too small for Evan’s over sized hands. In effect he wiggled his way free as he fell to the ground. From there he playfully scurried around Evan’s feet, far to fast for Evan to stomp on him.
But even from such a small stature Mephisto continued in his greatest endeavor, that being to taught and play with Evan as only he could. “Come on, now! You're a reasonable person, deep down inside!” he wheezed, while bouncing around between Evan’s ankles. “Oh who am I kidding? You're so full of anger, I'd be surprised if anything else is in that molten hot magma pit you call a heart!” With a roar so loud it shook the heavens above, Evan yelled back down towards Mephisto, “I am so going to take my time in killing you!’ even as he continued to try stepping on the Devil in his rabbit form, unaware at the time of the long game he was playing. For as angry as Evan was, he failed to notice he was scribbling a ritualistic circle under his very feet!
At the moment the circle was completed, he scurried his way back in front of Evan, where he paused only long enough to say “Looks like I'm out of time,” as his little paws wiggled while he tried to catch his breath. But just as Evan was about to squash him under his enormous foot, Mephisto transformed back into his humanoid body, where he then gestured towards the ground. Immediately Evan was surprised as the circle around his feet glowed for only a brief second and then there was nothing. Everything around the two of them was gone as Evan was now in a dark void of space. There was nothing there, no lawn filled with statues, hell there was no longer even a ground to stand on as Evan now hovered in a dark void of emptiness. Immediately he roared in anger, as he tried to gain his bearings, all the while cursing at Mephisto on how much he was going to kill him!
But unbeknownst to Mephisto, Evan had a special ability to ground himself should he ever be tossed into space or flung towards the sun. As such, with just a thought, suddenly Evan dropped slightly where even though in a void of nothing he was now standing on his own two feet instead of floating, where he then proceeded to make his way closer towards the Devil, step by ever loving step! It was then for the first time ever the he noticed The Devil confused or at least surprised that things were not going his way. Clearly something had gone wrong as the first thing he said was “Oops!” followed by his usual whimsical “I must have made a slight miscalculation somewhere around Albuquerque!” But clearly something had not gone according to the Devil’s plan!
But despite how much Evan moved forward, Mephisto continued to be the same distant apart, as physical rules did not apply here. Still the Devil rubbed his chin confused like, then finally declared “Ah! I know where we are,” Then shortly after calculating on why he was unable to transport Evan from one place to another he proudly explains “Seems like I can't exactly move you without a proper contract, even with magic. I didn't know that! I suppose I must have wrangled others into an agreement beforehand.” He then goes on, in his elegant way, explaining that without a contract he could only pull Stomp into his Shadow as oppose to his true goal, but none the less Evan continued to try to get his hands upon him.
Still in a blind rage Evan did his best to kill Mephisto. Using nothing more than his sheer strength he threw every punch imaginable, never once considering where he was. In his head there was nothing more important than killing the Devil. But after each failed attempt you would think he would get tired or give up, ...but not him! Stomp was a creature fueled by his rage and adrenaline. Therefor he never ever quits or gets tired. But none the less, in the middle of his tantrum, Mephisto casually informs him, “Now then, if you want to continue fighting… then by all means! I'd much rather work something out between us, however. I'd hate to leave this little game of ours on such a sour note,” that somehow struck a cord within him.
With that damn music still playing all around him, Evan finally calmed down enough to think clearly. Sad is it was, he soon realized he was in way over his head. Trapped inside this shadow realm, his strength meant nothing and as much as he wanted to kill the Devil, he knew he needed his help to get out. With a stone cold poker face he lowers his arms, to a nonthreatening position, where he begins to address the Devil in a calm and clear voice. “Alright you little twerp” he says never once admitting he was in a weaker position, “Let’s put it all on the line!” He then places his hands behind him to appear more educated, then turns his back to him in a clear sign of disrespect or lack of interest. “You want to make a deal and I want to be done with you! So what kind of deal do you want to make?”
In all honesty Evan wasn’t interested in making a deal, he just wanted the Devil dead. And as the Devil was talking, he was thinking of a new way to kill him. For Evan still had a few tricks up his sleeve, that he hoped would out class Mephisto, in one way or another. But for now it was a waiting game, and unfortunately the Devil was holding all the cards. So as the Devil did one of the things he loved best, talking, Evan continued to fain interest in the hopes of riling him up. In doing so Evan would continue to either avoid eye contact or showing any interest in what the Devil says. It may not be the smartest play for Evan to make, but he was going to play it through until something else seemed more appropriate. Either way he stood his ground and planned to out play the Devil!
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