Merry Christmas to You... Part 4
Merry Christmas to You… Part 4 From the comfort of his decrepit tomb, Mumm-ra sat petting his ever faithful yet ugly as hell dog Ma-mutt and pondered the scene before him. There sat Tara in the Thundercats library trying to find any significance between the date of December 25th and a man named Santa Claus. “Ma-mutt,” he said to the devilish hound, “I do believe these wretched Cats are trying to bring back that vile ancient holiday!” Ma-mutt didn’t care who was bringing what back as long as his master petted and cuddled him. His tranquil moment was disturbed when the archaic wizard stood up, dumping the poor animal onto the floor with a yelp. “Meddling she cat! Why can’t they just leave well enough alone? It took eons to finally get rid of that silly holiday! Christmas, bah! People rushing around to buy expensive toys for their brats only to see them broken within a week, ties for daddy that he never wears, perfume for mommy that she absolutely hates but wears to please the kids.” Mumm-ra began pacing as he reached deep into his memory. “Garish lights every where, evergreen trees that drop sap and needles on the floor, mall parking, drunk Santa’s who only work for more booze, Christmas cards to ungrateful relatives…” The decrepit man stopped and looked down at his dog. “Ma-mutt, I would have thought that the humans would be happy to rid themselves of that particular celebration, if you can call it that.” If there was one holiday in all the legends, myths, and memories of mankind that he just could not stand, Christmas was way up there on his list. He could not and would not let those blasted Thundarians bring back that particular festivity! And he knew just the guy to share in his hatred. The bandaged wrapped mummy held out his arms wide and pleaded to the four massive statues surrounding his cauldron. “Ancient Spirits of Evil, grant your pitiful servant one boon of you. Bring forth a dark lord of the Underworld, a demon of pure devilishment, a scourge of Third Earth and one known to be no friend (usually) of the Thundercats. Bring forth Sinistral, master of mayhem and sensuality!!!” The eyes of the statues glowed and their stony arms rose up as one as they called upon their powers to summon the creature Mumm-ra asked for. In a flash of bright red light, Sinistral appeared, but not exactly in a manor that he would want. The dark one was standing half dressed, his pants down around his ankles, showing anyone who wanted to see exactly how and where his elongated tail was connected. In his arm was a beautiful yet dangerous woman lost in the throes of passion. “Oh Pinky!” she shouted with her ancient Russian accent. “That’s the spot baby!!!” For a second, Sin was lost only in his lovers arms, that was until he noticed that he was no longer in his well furnished and elaborate bed chamber and stopped servicing his lovely wife. He whipped his head around to see who it was that had dared to drag him from his lair in the most inopportune time and narrowed his eyes as Mumm-ra approached him. “Welcome Sinistral.” The wizard said, then offhandedly acknowledged the woman with him, “And of course Mrs. Sin.” Sinistral lowered his wife to the ground and shielded her from Mumm-ra’s eyes with his flowing red cape as she quickly dressed, all the while glaring at the decrepit mummy. For his own part, Mumm-ra just cackled. “Oh please Sin! I’ve had her long before you did. She’s got nothing that I haven’t seen!” Sin said nothing as Talia came around and stood in front of her demon husband, helping him to pull up his pants before moving out of his way. Sin’s anger was great and he had no need of words to express it. His smoldering eyes said it all. He quite simply grabbed the wizen man by the throat and lifted him up off the ground, uttering only one word. “Explain!” In response Mumm-ra only cackled, the hand crushing his throat seeming to mean nothing to him. “You don’t frighten me Demon spawn! But the news that I bear just might.” Though he was pissed, Sin had to admit that he was intrigued. Few things scared him so it might be worth while to hear of something that might be a challenge to him. Slowly he lowered the miserable bag of bones to the ground but kept his grip on him. “Go on.” Mumm-ra knew better then to show fear in front of this man so he took on a haughty demeanor. “Not that it means much anymore, but I just thought you would like to know that the Thundercats are trying to bring back a very old tradition from Earth’s ancient past. Does the name Christmas mean anything to you?” The demon lord looked incredulously at Mumm-ra before he threw him as far as he could away from him. Quickly Talia came to his side, melding her body to his as her eyes lit up with amusement and satisfaction as Mumm-ra’s bandaged body sailed through the air. “You interrupted us to tell me of an obscure old Christian tradition?! You senile old wizard, I have never cared about Anti-Satan-mas. What do I care if they want to celebrate it?” “But” the fallen mummy stuttered, “but… if they bring back that holiday, what else might they bring back? Hanacuch, Ramadan, Kwanza, Easter, or even worse, the Passover feast!!! Think of it, it took so long to rid ourselves of the Christian infestation. Do you really want it back?” “Fool!” Sin shouted back. “Those things never bothered me when they were in full power, it won’t bother me now either. In fact, the more pious the soul, the greater and sweeter the victory when they fall for my temptations! Now if you don’t mind, the missus and I have some unfinished business we must attend to.” Sinistral tightened his hold around his wife and was about snap his fingers and transport them home when he stopped and addressed the battered wizard. “Oh, and let me not forget. If ever you wish to be blessed with company again, I suggest you call first. Next time I might not be so forgiving.” With a snap of his fingers, the evil couple disappeared in a haze of smoke, leaving Mumm-ra to wonder exactly had just happened. In a massive and extremely pleasure bound decorated chamber, Sin and Talia appeared out of no where. Immediately Talia grinned and ran her shapely fingers up and down her dark mate’s broad chest. “So, where were we exactly?” The dark lord held up one finger, causing his wife to pause. “Hold that thought my love.” He quickly strode over to his door and called out to his trusted servant. “Clootie! Where are you, you miserable excuse for a servant?” Soon a demon appeared, bowing to his terrible master. “What do you wish of me sire?” “The Thundercats are planning to throw an Anti-Satan-mas celebration. Go and find out exactly what it is they have planned. Gather all the information you can then report to me in 24 hours. Do not fail me!” Then the door was slammed in the demi-demon’s face. Across the way Talia cocked her head at her husband, an eyebrow raised in question. “Correct me if I am wrong, lover, but didn’t you say you didn’t care if the Thundercats threw a party?” “I don’t care if they do, but I never said I couldn’t have a little fun with them.” He explained with a grin. “What exactly to you have in mind, dear?” “Patience my love.” He admonished her. “All good, or in this case, bad things come to those who wait.” He then took off his cloak and waggled his finger at her, beckoning her to him. “Now, shall we pick up where we left off or start anew?”
Merry Christmas to You… Part 4 From the comfort of his decrepit tomb, Mumm-ra sat petting his ever faithful yet ugly as hell dog Ma-mutt and pondered the scene before him. There sat Tara in the Thundercats library trying to find any significance between the date of December 25th and a man named Santa Claus. “Ma-mutt,” he said to the devilish hound, “I do believe these wretched Cats are trying to bring back that vile ancient holiday!” Ma-mutt didn’t care who was bringing what back as long as his master petted and cuddled him. His tranquil moment was disturbed when the archaic wizard stood up, dumping the poor animal onto the floor with a yelp. “Meddling she cat! Why can’t they just leave well enough alone? It took eons to finally get rid of that silly holiday! Christmas, bah! People rushing around to buy expensive toys for their brats only to see them broken within a week, ties for daddy that he never wears, perfume for mommy that she absolutely hates but wears to please the kids.” Mumm-ra began pacing as he reached deep into his memory. “Garish lights every where, evergreen trees that drop sap and needles on the floor, mall parking, drunk Santa’s who only work for more booze, Christmas cards to ungrateful relatives…” The decrepit man stopped and looked down at his dog. “Ma-mutt, I would have thought that the humans would be happy to rid themselves of that particular celebration, if you can call it that.” If there was one holiday in all the legends, myths, and memories of mankind that he just could not stand, Christmas was way up there on his list. He could not and would not let those blasted Thundarians bring back that particular festivity! And he knew just the guy to share in his hatred. The bandaged wrapped mummy held out his arms wide and pleaded to the four massive statues surrounding his cauldron. “Ancient Spirits of Evil, grant your pitiful servant one boon of you. Bring forth a dark lord of the Underworld, a demon of pure devilishment, a scourge of Third Earth and one known to be no friend (usually) of the Thundercats. Bring forth Sinistral, master of mayhem and sensuality!!!” The eyes of the statues glowed and their stony arms rose up as one as they called upon their powers to summon the creature Mumm-ra asked for. In a flash of bright red light, Sinistral appeared, but not exactly in a manor that he would want. The dark one was standing half dressed, his pants down around his ankles, showing anyone who wanted to see exactly how and where his elongated tail was connected. In his arm was a beautiful yet dangerous woman lost in the throes of passion. “Oh Pinky!” she shouted with her ancient Russian accent. “That’s the spot baby!!!” For a second, Sin was lost only in his lovers arms, that was until he noticed that he was no longer in his well furnished and elaborate bed chamber and stopped servicing his lovely wife. He whipped his head around to see who it was that had dared to drag him from his lair in the most inopportune time and narrowed his eyes as Mumm-ra approached him. “Welcome Sinistral.” The wizard said, then offhandedly acknowledged the woman with him, “And of course Mrs. Sin.” Sinistral lowered his wife to the ground and shielded her from Mumm-ra’s eyes with his flowing red cape as she quickly dressed, all the while glaring at the decrepit mummy. For his own part, Mumm-ra just cackled. “Oh please Sin! I’ve had her long before you did. She’s got nothing that I haven’t seen!” Sin said nothing as Talia came around and stood in front of her demon husband, helping him to pull up his pants before moving out of his way. Sin’s anger was great and he had no need of words to express it. His smoldering eyes said it all. He quite simply grabbed the wizen man by the throat and lifted him up off the ground, uttering only one word. “Explain!” In response Mumm-ra only cackled, the hand crushing his throat seeming to mean nothing to him. “You don’t frighten me Demon spawn! But the news that I bear just might.” Though he was pissed, Sin had to admit that he was intrigued. Few things scared him so it might be worth while to hear of something that might be a challenge to him. Slowly he lowered the miserable bag of bones to the ground but kept his grip on him. “Go on.” Mumm-ra knew better then to show fear in front of this man so he took on a haughty demeanor. “Not that it means much anymore, but I just thought you would like to know that the Thundercats are trying to bring back a very old tradition from Earth’s ancient past. Does the name Christmas mean anything to you?” The demon lord looked incredulously at Mumm-ra before he threw him as far as he could away from him. Quickly Talia came to his side, melding her body to his as her eyes lit up with amusement and satisfaction as Mumm-ra’s bandaged body sailed through the air. “You interrupted us to tell me of an obscure old Christian tradition?! You senile old wizard, I have never cared about Anti-Satan-mas. What do I care if they want to celebrate it?” “But” the fallen mummy stuttered, “but… if they bring back that holiday, what else might they bring back? Hanacuch, Ramadan, Kwanza, Easter, or even worse, the Passover feast!!! Think of it, it took so long to rid ourselves of the Christian infestation. Do you really want it back?” “Fool!” Sin shouted back. “Those things never bothered me when they were in full power, it won’t bother me now either. In fact, the more pious the soul, the greater and sweeter the victory when they fall for my temptations! Now if you don’t mind, the missus and I have some unfinished business we must attend to.” Sinistral tightened his hold around his wife and was about snap his fingers and transport them home when he stopped and addressed the battered wizard. “Oh, and let me not forget. If ever you wish to be blessed with company again, I suggest you call first. Next time I might not be so forgiving.” With a snap of his fingers, the evil couple disappeared in a haze of smoke, leaving Mumm-ra to wonder exactly had just happened. In a massive and extremely pleasure bound decorated chamber, Sin and Talia appeared out of no where. Immediately Talia grinned and ran her shapely fingers up and down her dark mate’s broad chest. “So, where were we exactly?” The dark lord held up one finger, causing his wife to pause. “Hold that thought my love.” He quickly strode over to his door and called out to his trusted servant. “Clootie! Where are you, you miserable excuse for a servant?” Soon a demon appeared, bowing to his terrible master. “What do you wish of me sire?” “The Thundercats are planning to throw an Anti-Satan-mas celebration. Go and find out exactly what it is they have planned. Gather all the information you can then report to me in 24 hours. Do not fail me!” Then the door was slammed in the demi-demon’s face. Across the way Talia cocked her head at her husband, an eyebrow raised in question. “Correct me if I am wrong, lover, but didn’t you say you didn’t care if the Thundercats threw a party?” “I don’t care if they do, but I never said I couldn’t have a little fun with them.” He explained with a grin. “What exactly to you have in mind, dear?” “Patience my love.” He admonished her. “All good, or in this case, bad things come to those who wait.” He then took off his cloak and waggled his finger at her, beckoning her to him. “Now, shall we pick up where we left off or start anew?”