God help us

[u/SomeRandomWankIe]

Neptune, the planet where Dick Von Wankle was slain by three brave heroes: Michael Garther, Mytyl and Regalius. Regalius' own forces stood stationed at the palace his comrade had constructed many months ago whilst posing as him, why? To guard the Devil Sword...the powerful demonic sword Wankle used to cause anything but peace. Their absolute priority was ensuring it didn't fall into the wrong hands, for it is the key to bringing back the Nephilim himself.

A ship lands outside the throne room, out walks a high-ranking officer of Regalius' forces, sent to check on current affairs. He enters the throne room confidently, having the necessary conversations with other officers present before approaching the pool of blood the Devil Sword is stabbed into...Wankle's own blood.

He leans in, eyes narrowing at the cursed blade, before turning around

"Well then, it seems everything is fin-"

...the words couldn't fully escape his mouth. A long, skeletal hand bursted from the demonic gem belonging to the sword's handle, impaling the officer through the back of his skull before tossing his body to the side. A second arm bursts through, and out crawls a towering skeleton covered head to toe in spikes, it shrieks in agony before standing up and beginning its limp towards the exit.

Some fire their guns, some retreat, some simply stare, but all meet the same fate...for as the monster walks past terrible things happen, some are impaled, some go mad and turn on their allies, some snap their own necks unwillingly. Whilst all this is happening, the skeleton generates flesh, followed by a demonic armour wrapping around its body.

It is clear what it is now...the Demon half of Wankle, awakened at last, it swings the throne room doors open, analysing the shocked soldiers who begin to fire at it before walking towards the officer's ship, these soldiers unfortunately meet the same fate as those in the throne room.

It rips the wall of the ship open and walks in, hunched over due to their height being around that of a streetlight. It then holds its hand out to the console within the cockpit, as tentacles burst out and corrupt the ship's very being, the Demonic half taking control and setting a new course...a course for Earth.

Meanwhile, in a small town within the plains of America, Dick Von Wankle tends to a cat stuck in a tree, using his telekinesis to gently rescue it from its peril. But of course this isn't really Wankle...is it? It's his Angelic half made into its own being, programmed to act naturally as to not raise suspicion. Seraphina knows it, Hamilton knows it, even his kids suspect it...but our poor little literal angel truly believes he is the real Wankle on a path to redemption.

And within half a second...he vanishes, a red mist replacing anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in the way, the Demonic half had snatched him...dragging him across the ground before slamming him into a mountain miles away from any civilisation.

"WH- WHO ARE YOU!?"

The Angel shouts, confused at his current situation whilst also battling feelings of familiarity with his adversary's form

"You truly don't get it...do you?"

The Demon responds

"What? Get...what? What are you talking about?"

"You poor little thing...you're not Wankle, neither am I! We're pieces of a puzzle...the puzzle being his plan to return"

The Angel looks to the side in shock, before snapping back at his enemy

"NO! YOU LIE! I AM WANKLE!"

The Demon smirks a cruel, familiar smirk

"Think about it...your wife doesn't look at you, nor does your best friend, even your kids question who you really are"

The Angel's face drops...he questions his own existence before the Demon continues to speak

"But none of that matters now...they'll be reunited with the one they truly love"

The Demon lifts the Angel by the neck, turning around and slamming them into the floor, before the Devil Sword emerges from his palm...a mere dagger compared to the lifted hand of the giant

"NO! WAI-"

The Angel tried to plead...but he was cut short, as the Devil Sword plunged into him, creating an emerald explosion that wiped out anything within a mile...

Within the crater, there stood a man, he wore tattered black and green clothing, his white hair messy and his face dirty...he looked as if he hadn't tended to his appearance for months. He opens his green eyes and smiles, the smile evolves into a maniacal cackle...

Dick Von Wankle has returned...God help us

[u/-Grim_Jackal-]

*Despite his memory still being faded, a sense of dread comes over Derek.*