The flames erupted from the ground, and from it, a horrible demon rose. This was no 'demon' a wastelander knew; no, this was the real deal. Right from the pits of hell itself, Lucifer rose, his dark visage bearing down upon the two men. A long, draconic body bearing multiple limbs unfurled, and a long neck rose up, wings spreading behind the horrible beast as it displayed its cruel glory. The mushrooms were powerless before the being, an impure creature of hellfire and suffering tainting the once-pure mushroom land.<br/><br/>Viktor stared at it, dumbfounded. "I don't know, but it's not a mushroom! That means it's evil!" He stood to challenge the thing, his chair sinking away into the grass below it as he freed himself from it. He pointed accusingly at the horrible thing, noticing a small patch of fungus growing on the back of his glove. A smile crossed his face as he realized this. "I've been chosen," He looked back at Darren. "Chosen by the great mushroom. We can beat this thing! Come on!"<br/><br/>The demon in front of them yelled, but it was no simple roar. No, it was more than that. Not just the hungry screams of a mindless beast, but the metal scream of a highly talented musician. The demon lurched forward, its massive talons clinging to the ground.<span style="font-weight: bold">"B͇̯̫͟E҉H͏̹̼̱ͅO̸̯̼̦̳̟͍ͅL͚̻̯̗D͈ ̰̜̱M͏̮͕̹̥Y̬̳̹̘͍̗ͅ ҉͚̠̣Ģ̪͎̘L҉̩̮͖̯O̺̥RÝ ͏AN̛̗̱͈͓̖͍D D̘̖̗̫̖͍E̱͜S̢͇̣̪̖͉P͙͙A̢̬͈̞̗̬̯̳I̙̦̗ͅR͍̺̫̞͓̘̭,ͅ ̝͇M̨̦̤͖̜̥̮͎OR͔̣̥͈̪T̬̟̪͕̯̖̭A̡Ĺ̳̤S͜!̤͙̞̠̹"</span>Its voice screamed out again, that same powerful singing overtaking the air.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Ṯ͍͡H҉E̟̹̠̣̹̗ ͔̠̪̪̝͡L͈͙̭̝̜͝A̯̞͚N͎̼̦D̝̦̝͜ ́O͈F M̬͕̫͕͉͝Ụ̳̦̳͡S̳̻͈̣̬H̛̪͇͖̥͈͚̻R̷̘̭̰̭O̦̬O̥͉͖M҉̫̲S̻͈͍̭ ̱̪̯I̤͙̘̺S͔̙̣̥̲̮ N̷̤̦̤O̤̼̦ͅ ̡̲͙̝̜̹M̘̣̪̙̦ͅO̪̣͍͎̞R̙̣͢E̸!̥̱ ͏͉͎͙ͅI̸͚̖̻̞ ̡̯͚̯̭W͓̲ͅI̱̯̘̯͎L̶̞͍̤͎̗L̥̦̫̹̹ ̻͙̝R͚̹̼̠̼̣̠̕U̬̳͓͚̟̥͜ͅL̩͢E̫̪̤͉̪ ̼Ṱ̩͙̙H̡̙͈̼̬͕I͚S̲ ͚͔͉͎͓R̺E̼͖̙̝͍̹͚A͍̺̭Ĺ̲̞M ͇͈͡A̩̺̝̳̪S̴̫̠̬̥̜ ̸͔̗͇͍I̴̭͎̙̭͙ ͓͖̖̱̺R̺͓̗Ṵ̟Ḷ͇̹̭̮̤͡E̟̘̻͇̣̘ ҉̖͍I̻N̖̘̙̭̱͉̱F̡̬̜̥̺IṆI̷͚̪͇̖T̀Ẹ ̫̗̙̥O̩̥̣̱̜̳͞T̀H̝̮̺̲͈̮͈E̪̞R͇̩̹̹̰̜̕S̱̟̲̰̪!̠̖ ͎͕̝̳͙͔́A̲͔N̙̝̹̥̜D͝ ̠̘̱̣̘̻̰AL̳̕Ļ̟̺̭̟̪̭̥ ̫͇̦̦͕̥I N̡̠̹E̥̥̹ͅE͕D̻̭̗̺̜̜̰͝ ̖̞̼̼͚T͔̩̰͉̪̤͎́O̥͙̥ͅ ̨̙͚̟̲͔̲D̞̮O҉̠̳̦̘͙ͅ ̠T̟̻̞̲̝̭͜ͅO̟͖̖̪ ̀C̩LA͏̝̩̗Ḭ̰͇̮̘̤̰M͏̗ ̠́T̴̯͍HE̘ ̢͔͇̘͙F̢̠̠U͖̭N̬G̥AL͎̠̺̗̙͡ ͓̝̲̳͔̳T̢̖͕̞͍̱H̹̳̮̤̣̮̫R̤͚͍̟̯͍O̞̜̮̹ͅN̘E͏̞̠̼͓ I̶̲͍͍͎͎̥S͖͓̼̦ ͙̟̪͍̩D̺̙͔̹̝E̩͎̟͉̬̜̪͝F̦̲̻̘̝̹E̹̻͕̞̦͎A͕̰T̡͍̪̲̜̥ ҉̞̭͓̙̹̩͓Y̷̩̝̙͇͙̜̮Ǫ͓̙̻U̶̪̺ ̥̜W̨͚E̶̞͔̮A̜͙͖K͜L̵̗̦̞͎̼I̪̱͓̝̟͖̳N̖̼̳̗͙G̦͓S̴̞͕͕̭!͎̳̬͇͉̺ͅ"</span><br/><br/>More fissures split in the ground on either side of it, and one more in front. The demon stood up partway, its uppermost pair of arms reaching into the glowing hell-pit. From it, a massive guitar was drawn, forged in the deepest and most firey depths of the underworld from the souls of a billion damned, bound to the bones of a massive demon. With the instrument in hand, the demon strummed a powerful chord, then threw horns at the men while extending its long, forked tongue.