Chapter 7: Satan’s Battle Part 2


A portal opens in the very busy Time Square in New York City, New York; the big apple. Thousands of tourist are seen as far as the eyes can see. Suddenly screaming is heard from all over as people begin to run in fear as Satan emerges from the portal with Chris Page held by the throat with his right hand. They lower to the ground with everyone running around them as there images display on every large screen in Time Square. Satan holds Chris up by the throat as he states. ”How do you like this for attention.” Satan squeezes a little tighter of the grasp of Chris’s throat as he continues. ”The entire world is going to watch you die!” Satan shows Chris all the giant screens that occupy time square displaying the live shot as Satan drives Chris down into the center of time square with such force the concrete breaks! ”All hail the Lord of Darkness.” Screaming and mass hysteria surrounding them as his voice echoes out for all to hear. ”Now it’s time for the sacrifice to be made. Satan displays razor sharp claws on his fingertips before raising them up in the air and striking down with incredible force towards Chris who manages to roll out of the way at the last second sending the claw further into the concrete which burst through and into the dirt underneath. The sound of a helicopter circling above is heard as we catch a glimpse of a white helicopter that displays the NYPD logo in blue along the side of it as it starts to circle the center of time square as Satan pulls his claw out of the ground before slinging a left hand connecting with Page that sends him sailing with authority into the side of a bus! The impact of his body connecting with the bus is enough to cave part of the side of the bus itself. Satan shifts his attention towards the helicopter as a voice is heard over the loud speaker.


”Stop what you’re doing and put your hands in the air, this is the NYPD!” Satan simply shakes his head before reaching out towards the helicopter and like it’s a force field he slings the helicopter into the M&M building shattering the glass followed by an explosion as the front entrance to the building engulfs in flames. The shrieks of innocent people burning in the blaze can be heard which brings a smile to Satan’s face.


”HEY!” Chris exclaims coming from behind Satan who hears his voice and starts to turn around where he sees CHRIS standing a bloody mess with an intent look in his eyes. ”We’re not done yet.” Another smirk from Satan as he bum rushes Chris who steps out of the way sending Satan shattering through the bus splitting it in half. Chris finds a beer bottle on the ground where he smashes the bottom of the bottle down on the ground shattering the end and making the bottle into a makeshift knife with the shards of glass. Satan comes back through the debris of the bus as we see Chris climb up on the front hood of the bus where he leaps off on to the back of Satan and jabs the broken beer bottle into the side of his neck! Satan screams in pain for the first time as he reaches up for the beer bottle that’s punctured his neck. He pulls it out as Chris slides down his back landing on his feet where he kicks Satan in the nuts dropping Satan to his knees. ”The funny thing about Earth is everyone feels pain, even you!” Chris walks around to the front of Satan where he strikes him hard in the jaw knocking him backwards to the concrete sidewalk in the center of time square. Some weird liquid begins to ooze out of Satan’s next from the puncture marks as Chris stomps down on Satan’s face as he lashes out. ”Now it’s time for you to die!” Before Chris can capitalize Satan sits straight up pulling Chris into his grasp.


”God his self couldn’t and wouldn’t kill me. What makes you think you can, mere mortal.” Satan gets up with Chris in his grasp. He holds him up in the air allowing him to struggle but Chris isn’t able to break the grasp of Satan. ”You’re going to burn.” Satan starts to walk across the center of time square towards the M&M building that’s a blaze and has started to move to the surrounding buildings, one of which is a theatre. Time Square has cleared out completely, not a soul in site but continues to have worldwide coverage. ”I’ve been waiting for this one moment, to see the look in your eyes with the life slowly slipping away from you. You are a terrible father, a horrible friend and a child killer. You officially belong to me now!” Satan walks towards the street side where he starts to cross with Chris still in his grasps with his body starting to go limp as his face is turning a darker shade of purple. ”Pathetic mortal!” Satan nears the front of the M&M store and all that’s left is throwing Chris into the burning building. As he’s about to do so there’s a solid flash of white lights and a boom! ”Oh shit.”








“ENOUGH!” A very loud and angry voice is heard from behind Satan. ”Pick on someone that can match your power.” Satan drops Chris’s lifeless body on the sidewalk a mere feet away from the blaze that’s burning as Satan slowly turns around to see…








”Michael.” Michael the Archangel stands in the center of time square in full battle garb with a sword in his left and a shield in his right.


”Lucifer, we already know how this is going to end.” Michael the Archangel steps forward in fighting pose.


”You don’t want to do this, let me take him. He belongs to me.” Satan doesn’t back down as he steps up into the center of time square facing off with Michael the Archangel. ”I have plans for him.”


”Your father seems to think differently and has plans of his own for him.” Satan holds out his left hand where his pitchfork suddenly appears. ”Don’t say I didn’t try to warn you.” Satan comes forward swinging his pitchfork at Michael who blocks using his shield and upon impact flames bounce off the shield. Michael swings his sword as Satan steps back avoiding the contact as he spouts out.


”You’ve gotten slower in your old age.” Michael swings his sword again at Satan who blocks it using his pitchfork before swinging low on Michael knocking him to the ground and has him lose his grip on his sword and shield. Satan attempts to send his pitchfork through the head of Michael who rolls out of the way sending the pitchfork into the concrete slabs breaking them open and opening a massive hole in the center of time square. As Satan pulls his pitchfork out of the hole Michael decks him hard sending him sailing backwards some ten feet causing Satan to drop his pitch fork and as Satan lands on the concrete it busts up and busts back as he slides to a stop.


”LUCIFER!” Satan gets up as he spouts back.


”I’m right here, no need to shout.”


”Playtime is over! Back to hell where you belong before I put you there myself!


”Oh Michael, you sound so tough doing daddy’s dirty work for him! Michael lets out a primal scream as he charges towards Satan where he swings with his right hand only to see Satan duck out of the way causing Michael to miss. Satan snatches Michael by the throat. He squeezes intently not losing his grasp on his neck. Flames begin to shoot up out of the hole in the center of time square. ”Daddy is going to learn how to fight his own battles because this time it’s going to cost him dearly.” Chris’s eyelids start to flicker as the smell of smoke invades his delicate nasal passageway. His body hurts all over, cringe worthy pain just to move. Am I dead? Slowly sitting up he sees Satan has someone by the throat as he squeezes intently while walking towards a huge hole that’s opened with flames shooting up from it. Somehow he pulls himself through the pain and start to stand up. The smell of burning flesh is the next thing I smell which starts to make my eyes water. ”Not even you are strong enough to defeat me.” Chris is seen in the distance limping across the street towards the massive crater like hole that’s opened up behind Satan as he dangles Michael the Archangel over it. ”Any last words for daddy dearest before you become mine?” With the air escaping Michaels lungs he takes notice of Chris who has now picked up Michael’s sword and is closing in on Satan.


”B.. b… back to the pit of hell! Satan smirks at Michael before stating.


”Cute.” Satan looks to send Michael the Archangel to the pits of hell when the tip of Michael’s sword explodes through the upper right portion of Satan’s chest causing him to drop Michael the Archangel right at the opening to the hole to hell. The sword is pulled from Satan’s chest before Satan clutches at where his black heart should be before slowly turning around as he clutches at his chest to see Chris Page standing with Michael’s sword in hand. Satan drops to both knee’s glaring at Chris unable to speak.


”Fuck off.” Chris comes forward kicking Satan square in the mouth sending Satan backwards and into the pit of hell! Michael the Archangel makes a motion with his hands which seemingly closes up the hole to hell sealing Satan back where he belongs. Chris drops the sword, the clanking of metal hitting the sidewalk can be heard as Chris drops to both knee’s, a bloody mess but it’s finally over. Michael The Archangel looks around at all the devastation and destruction that surrounds him which causes Chris to state. ”Sorry about all that… fucking shit up is kinda Satan’s thing.” Michael doesn’t say anything as he looks over the fire that’s spread nearly a square block. Bodies line that side of the street from failed attempts to get away by tourist and New Yorkers alike. He holds out his right hand, palm out and a shining lights explodes out from his palm coating the entire area before turning his body in a complete circle coating all of Time Square in this bright white light to the degree Chris shades his face with his hands until the light subsides and when it does he lowers his hands to see that all the damage caused is as if nothing happened. There’s no sign of fire or flames as Time Square is flourishing with thousands of people going different directions, bumper to bumper traffic as CNN is on the big screens all over the place.


”You must be the trouble maker everyone can’t seem to stop talking about.” Michael reaches down picking up his sword followed by his shield as Chris is still on both knees sucking wind and recovering from the battle he’s just undergone. ”Do you know who I am?” Michael asks as he reaches down offering a hand to help Chris get to his feet.


”Not really…” Chris spouts out with a hint of sarcasm. ”Some dude that’d be dead if I didn’t kill Satan.” I might have taken a beating but people never remember how a fight begins… they always seem to remember how it ends. I was pushed to levels that I never thought that I would be pushed too while in a no win situation against Satan himself… I overcame the odds; but this isn’t anything new to me, this is something I’ve done for nearly thirty years of my professional life. Anytime someone tells me that I can’t do something or that I won’t attain whatever goal I’ve set out for myself only makes me bust my ass that much harder to prove them all wrong. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and everyone is put in whatever situation for a reason as everything is a teachable moment.


”I am Michael The Archangel, the man who saved your life before you saved mine.” Chris takes Michael’s extended hand and is helped to his feet. ”You’re not the only one who can have a smart mouth, Chris.”


”How did you fix all this?” Chris asks as he looks around at an incredibly busy Time Square.


”The power of God.” Chris yanks his hand away from Michael as he states.


”Let me guess, God’s a little pissed at me too? You tell him that I could have pissed all over his bible too!” It’s hard enough that I must now believe that Satan and Hell exists which means it’s only within the natural order for God and Heaven to exist as well. Talk about my mind being blown.

”God is forgiving and doesn’t really hold a lot of grudges if you just ask for forgiveness.”


”Are you fucking kidding me right now homie!?!?!” Chris exclaims as he very well could be offended. ”I walked through the pits of hell, had to do and witness unthinkable things and you’re standing before me to ask for forgiveness?”


”I’m not asking you for anything, I’m merely giving you nuggets of information should you elect to change your ways. The next time you might not be so lucky when you’re dealing with forces beyond mortal capabilities. Your battle with Satan isn’t done by any means because he can never truly be killed.” Michael states as he extends out his left hand placing it on the shoulder of Chris Page. ”He will try to come back or he will send someone in his place, you must remember that only the light can defeat the dark…” Chris quickly interjects.


”Or a sword through the black heart.” Chris throws up his hand for a high five but it isn’t reciprocated from Michael. ”Leave me hanging, awesome. Chris lowers his hand back down to his side. ”So you’re sure that he’s going to come back after that ass whipping he just took?”


”It’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when…” Michael seriously states. ”We will be watching and waiting.” Large wings extend off Michael’s body as he leaps up into the air and starts flying up into the blue sky above.


”Great! Fucking great! Just ups and leaves like a fart in the wind.” Suddenly there’s another massively bright flash of white light consuming everything. As is dissipates…


“You don’t even seem happy that I got the deal done. You got your title match in two weeks.” Adam Barker’s voice is heard as we’ve come full circle post Warfare following an easy victory over Peter Gilmour; not that is surprising to anyone. There’s no response from Chris as he appears to be dazed. ”Chris?” Adam snaps his fingers several times in front of Chris’s eyes which breaks his daze yet Chris is clearly confused by the presence of Adam.


”Wait… you’re not dead?” Adam stares at Chris as if he’s lost his mind. ”You shot yourself, you sacrificed yourself for me.”


”Uh… how much of that shit have you smoked?” Adam reluctantly asks. ”You’re not making any sense. You asked me to get you a title shot lined up and I’ve done that. You’ve got Soldier in two weeks for the Universal Title.” Chris immediately snatches Adam by the head turning it the right looking for the hole in his head left by the nine millimeter which is not there as Adam quickly snatches his head away. ”What the fuck are you talking about?!?!” Adam backs away from Chris giving himself some distance.


”What is today’s date.”


”Seriously what the hell is going on with you? It’s Wednesday, the ninth.” Adam answers with some concern in his voice. Chris takes a step away from Adam as everything is mentally processing. ”Are you alright? Do I need to get a doctor?”


”No…” Chris answers. ”Everything’s fine.” Or is it?


The end.