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Anything can happen, and at any moment too. Somewhere in some universe, there is an innocent, happy go lucky Azazel who is a member of the X-Men. And in the same universe there is a narcissistic succubus of a Pixie who's a member of the Hellfire Club. The two rarely meet, since Azazel keeps having his soul cut up to make weapons, and Pixie is busy attempting to escape Hell via the time honoured method of anchor babies. However, one day they meet at the local garden centre.
It's a sunny Saturday perfect for families wanting to have a nice adventure. Most of the people wandering around are completely normal, absolutely nothing strange about any of them. However, all normality ends directly in front of one of the employee stations, because directly in front of one of the employee stations stands a red devil in a black suit. Tall and slim and bloody red, with a hard face twisted by scars from innumerable battles, a low voice made of ash, and two evil swords. It goes without saying that he exudes an intensely sinister aura.
“What's the cutest flower you have? I need it to impress this girl I like, before you ask silly questions.” he says, to the terrified employees behind the help desk. When they take too long to answer, he sifts through the flower images in their minds and picks a few he likes.
“Thanks!” he says, happily, before waving and skipping away through the crowd, the crowd which makes valiant attempts to get out of his way.
“La la la la la-”
It's a pity he can't fly.
“La la la la la-”
He becomes tired of using his God-given legs and teleports to the desired location, and that's how drama occurs.
‘I wonder if these will look good adorning my throne…What are you saying, Meg? Of course they will, because you'll be sitting on it!’ thinks a fairy girl with rainbow butterfly wings and a cheeky attitude. Her hair is fashionable pink and black, and her eyes are also black and pretty, and she's wearing sparkly make up. During those rare times she speaks her voice is high and sweet, and she's conquered fifteen different dimensions, one for each year of her age, yet somehow people refuse to take her seriously as a threat to life, laughter, and love as we know it. Also, she wields an evil knife.
She's about to steal an armful of the gothest (and also cutest) flowers in the place, when she's attacked by the X-Men, one of their number teleporting carelessly on top of her.
“Oopsie. Did I stand on you?” asks Azazel, standing on his fellow mutant. His devil tail whips around exuberantly, slicing heads off flowers.
Pixie stabs his leg with her evil knife.
“Ow! You bitchy bug! Oooow!!”
The fairy fails to say anything, preferring to snarl and strike fruitlessly. Eventually she becomes tired and gives up and teleports away.
X-Men = 1
Hellfire Club = 0