I need to think out a great plan for us. Oh, wait! I cannot think in this situation, as Gargoyle can read our thoughts.

  "TINKER! YOU NEED TO EMPTY YOUR HEAD AND NOT THINK OF ANYTHING!"

  "YOU SAY IT LIKE IT IS AN EASY THING WHEN ALL YOU THINK ABOUT IS MY CHEST."

  Yeah, no no no! I would never think of...shit that just reminded me of the blond hot model in Sweden, Wettoria Velttistett. Focus, Berk focus.

  "Who is this Wettoria model you can not get your mind off, human?"

  Got damn it.

  "YEAH, EXPLAIN WHO THIS WETTORIA IS, BERK!" Tinker screamed from the other side.

  "Eh, it is a model statue in the middle of Stockholm Central. Pfft, nobody here would know about it."

  Pjew, I... shit, don't think Berk.

  I threw my arm out a couple of times to try and get the damn fire up and going, but nothing happened.

  "In the name of Fire, I demand you to show yourself," I said in an attempt to get it up and going, but still nothing happened.

  "It seems that the puny power you are attempting to show does not work!"

  "Yeah, no figure. It is afraid of blue Gargoyles!"

  Glanced to the right as Tinker unpinned a bomb and rolled it towards Gargo, who jumped high up in the air right before the explosion. Several nail spikes went in both directions, and I made a handspring backwards, feeling my stomach injury open up as I lost my balance and fell back, using my hands to slide a little on the floor, trying to get more distance away from Gargo. Damn it, my breathing is slowly getting worse. I looked to the right and saw Tinker in the air as two more bombs flew in Gargo's direction, as he jumped high up the ceiling and hung up and down when the explosions went off, and something rolled on the floor and hit my hip. It was a bomb, our last bomb, it was the floor destroyer bomb. Some shit in the air of glitter was covering the whole area. Was one of the bombs a birthday celebration bomb?

  I tried to get a clear view of her through all the glitter and was confused why she would roll the bomb to me.

  "TINKER, YOU ALIVE?"

  The view got clearer, and I saw that her right shoulder was bleeding.

  "GET UP TINKER!" I screamed at her as I slowly got up from the ground.

  "I-I-I... can't!"

  I rushed to her and heard Gargo screaming:

  "TOO LATE, HUMAN!

  My body was leaning over Tinker. I felt the pain in my upper right chest. I coughed up blood, which made me think the road was this far only, and this is the end. The Gargoyle missed because it needs me alive; it has to be that. Looked down on Tinker and said:

  "Can...Can you try to use your legs and get distance and run to safety? I will unpin the bomb and blow the bastard away."

  She used her legs to slide away as far as she could, but didn't try to get up and run; she just leaned her back against the wall. Why?

  My right hand had caught fire, at last, some small weapon to use. I used my right hand and managed to break the tiny spear that went through my upper chest area, and got up. The fire on my hand moved up, covering the upper chest area. The pain in my chest went numb, but it was still bleeding even though the fire was covering it. Why in the duck didn't the shit do it before on my stomach? When I needed it the most. Never mind this shit now, I need to end this.

  "You seem to still have some spirit in you, that black fire that is covering the injured area. Where did you get that trick?" Gargo asked, smiling.

  I steadied myself, trying to think about Wettoria, who is in her 40s now and still hot.

  "You can not fool me, human!"

  "The black fire just came to me one day when your master farted in your sleep and out came you, and you were so damn ugly that the black fire escaped for its life and begged me to save it from your hideous look!"

  "You think that stalling for time will save the other one?"

  Damn it, I can't get my breathing in check, even if I can't feel the injury in my chest area, it is still bleeding and affecting my damn body.

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  I walked closer to the Garglow, and I spotted Stella standing in the right corner, just staring. The blue fudge looked back at the corner.

  "What are you looking at, human?" It was curious that the damn blue gargle couldn't see Stella. One zero, Team Van Polan.

  Now, I have forgotten all the training. I need to do this Van Polan style. I leaned back on my right leg and kept thinking of Wettoria so it couldn't read what I would do. Empty your mind, Berk, empty the shit out of it.

  I rushed towards it when it threw the nails at me, and I pressed my right foot down and went low as it threw its left arm. I rolled to the right and went up, rushing towards it as it threw its nail again with the right fingers in some combo that looked like a big sword, and I went low and closed up on it when it pressed the sword downward, cutting against my right shoulder. I didn't care and kept going until I reached the body, but I slid past it and went up from behind the back and jumped up, made a fast choke hold from behind using my legs to unbalance this shit as it fell backwards with my back taking most of the hit, but I won't let go no matter what. I tried to squeeze as hard as I could, trying to break the neck, but it was hard; this wasn't a human neck, and I couldn't feel the bones. What is the skin even made of?

  It didn't struggle, it didn't try even to catch its breath, it was like my just lying still above me when it lifted its right arm and said:

  "No more playing games, I am going to shove even more souls inside you because you annoy me."

  The hand pressed down on my head, and I tried to press harder to end it, but a blue light shone before everything went black.

  Meanwhile...Somewhere else:

  "Can you please get up and help a little bit? I do not think we will survive much longer." The woman uttered, annoyed by the sleeping man on the wooden log.

  The man waved his hands in the air, not interested in being disturbed in his sleep.

  "How about you then? All you do is read." The woman said, turning to the other one sitting in a chair, reading a magazine.

  "What exactly do you want me to do, Stella? I can not control my portals, so I cannot help the young lad. I am also busy reading what The Master thought would be a great history education: 'Hentai magazines'. It is fascinating with the thing they call tentacles."

  "If you do not put that magazine away, I will kill you, Gandrael."

  Gandrael scoffed; it wasn't fair that he couldn't even control his powers, but he was utterly useless in this situation. A proud historian who only watches, but does not disturb.

  "Berk...Berk...Berk...BERK! BERK, WAKE UP YOU DAMN KRAT!" Stella screamed at him.

  He slowly got up, taking a couple of deep breaths because he had been with this damn maid for 20 years. Still sitting on the log with his back against her, he wanted to go back to sleep again.

  "Look, why don't you just give your powers to him? He will probably get a few scars here and there. No big deal, you are the weakest one anyway of the ten."

  Stella moved toward him and gave him a hard kick on his back as he fell flat on his stomach when the surroundings suddenly changed.

  "Ugh! I was happy with everything being pitch black around me. Why did you take us to this weird, squishy red area again?" Berk asked her.

  "Because I need to remind you about the deal made, you seem to forget about it ALL THE TIME!" Stella shouted.

  "Oh...Fight!" Gandrael commented and walked away, keeping a little distance from them.

  "Eh! You already lost 30 per cent of your powers. You're still up to lose more. I can be nice and let you bet 10 per cent this time."

  Stella clenched her fists out of anger as Berk's powers didn't just show up out of nowhere. The bastard Krat challenged her in battle, knowing she is a proud general of the 100th Demon army, and he cheats, giving the earned powers to the human outside. That is cheating because he has not earned it, nor is he worthy of it.

  "Listen, Stella, give your powers and let the 9th general take over. He will probably give away his powers in an instant for a bottle of liquor. You have played around long enough, just let go and trust my gut feeling that everything will be all right."

  Stella was fuming when, suddenly, not far behind her, a blue portal opened up, and Berk's head leaned a little bit, and he lit up in a bit of a smile.

  "O, M, G! A PLAYTHING," Berk screamed out in the air.

  Maentro entered the area, with several souls following him, some even being souls of monsters.

  Berk tiptoed past Stella, who was worried about the intruder coming through, disrupting their holy space. Maentro smiled and pointed toward Berk, who was tiptoeing his way towards them.

  "END THEIR SOULS!" Maentro screamed out in the air.

  All the souls started rushing toward Berk, who stopped and looked surprised. The souls jumped up in the air when Berk snapped his finger, and all the souls began burning in agony before disappearing. Maentro was raging now as he had to go back and get more souls, and he screamed at Berk:

  "HOW CAN YOU NOT FEAR THE DEPTHS OF HELL. THAT YOU EVEN TRY TO RESIST THE FIRST MONSTER OF THE THIRD GENERATION."

  Before Maentro even was going to move, the palm of a hand grabbed Maentro's head with a whisper echoing in the air:

  "Well, I am from the first generation, number two." A rusty voice uttered as Maentro's body hit the red ground with great force.

  "YOU DAMN IDIOT! WE MAYBE NEEDED TO GATHER INFORMATION FROM IT. ASKING IT WHY IT HAS COME HERE YOU DAMN INBECIL!" Stella shouted.

  Berk realised the 'Oh shit!' moment that he may have gone overkill, but he is only a weak Krat; he is not that strong.

  Berk moved forward to check on Maentro to see if the monster was still alive, noticing the legs bending in different directions, but it was still breathing, with blue blood covering its body.

  "I THINK IT IS STILL ALIVE! WE CAN STILL ASK IT FOR INFORMATION." Berk yelled back to Stella.

  Berk snapped his fingers, and suddenly Maentro was sitting in a chair, both hands chained, the fingers pointing down at the legs, with a table in front, Berk sitting in front, looking half asleep.

  "So, if you tell your story, I will tell my story! What do you say? The so-called 'third generation' of monsters hahahahaha!"

  Maentro knew this was bad; the first generation of monsters created was not even monsters. They were entities hunting the dreams of humans to force them to take suicide. Only three survived after an incident that made them disappear for good; only one, two, and four remained active. Number two got thrown to the pit of damned souls. How could it still be alive? Why could Maentro not sense the presence of number two? The demons in Hell knew that number one was still awake somewhere on Earth, number four was somewhere in Valiant, but number 2 had no presence. It disappeared many years ago, and here, at the other end of the table, number two was sitting, looking at Maentro with an uninterested look.