The next morning, Breaton and Buveur arrived at the meeting room, ready to discuss the plan for rescuing Merry. Director Gus, Arcadian, Jennifer, Technician Lyra, and several other members of the League of Enders were already there, studying a holographic display of Fi-Six's fortress.
"Alright, guys, let's get started," Gus said, nodding at Breaton and Buveur. "We've identified the east wing's ventilation shaft as the best entry point. Lyra will take care of the security detail, and you'll have a 10-minute window to get in undetected."
Breaton and Buveur nodded, their eyes fixed on the holographic display.
Gus continued, "Once you're inside, make your way to Merry's quarters in the west tower. She's being held in a bedroom, guarded by two demon maids who are looking after her. Be careful, they're not to be underestimated."
Technician Lyra spoke up, "I've analyzed the demon maids' patterns, and I think I can create a distraction to take them out. But you'll need to be quick, they won't stay down for long."
Buveur spoke up, "What about Fi-Six and his elites? What's the plan for dealing with them?"
Lyra replied, "Don't worry, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve to deal with the elites. I'll be joining you on the mission, along with Ryker, Kael, and Zara - they're our experts in dealing with demons."
Buveur added with a smile, his fangs gleaming, "One more thing, guys. If you see a demon by the name of Asdem, leave him to me. I want to deal with him myself."
Arcadian added, "I'll be providing backup from a distance, keeping an eye on Fi-Six and making sure he doesn't interfere with the mission."
The meeting wrapped up, and Breaton, Buveur, Lyra, Ryker, Kael, and Zara geared up for the mission. They were making their way to Fi-Six's fortress, ready to rescue Merry.
As they approached the fortress, the tension was palpable. Breaton and Buveur were ready for anything.
"We're approaching the east wing," Lyra's voice came over the comms system. "Get ready to move."
Breaton and Buveur nodded, their hearts racing with anticipation. This was it. They were going in.
As they approached the east wing, Lyra's voice came over the comms system again, "Alright, guys, I'm disabling the cameras and alarms. You have a clear path to the ventilation shaft. Move now!"
Breaton, Buveur, Ryker, Kael, and Zara quickly exited the vehicle and made their way to the shaft. They climbed inside, finding themselves in a cramped, dark tunnel.
Lyra's voice guided them, "You'll need to make a left turn up ahead, and then take the second right. That should lead you straight to Merry's quarters."
The team moved swiftly and silently, their senses on high alert. As they emerged from the ventilation shaft, they found themselves face to face with two demons, standing in the middle of the corridor, waiting for them. One was Asdem, and the other demon was someone Breaton recognized.
"Hello, Breaton. Long time, no see," the demons spoke, a smile on his face.
"Patrick McCannon? Impossible... you're... you're... a demon?" Breaton asked in shock and disbelief.
"Why are you so surprised, Breaton? Is it my horns?" Patrick asked with a sneer.
"I don't care about your horns. Where's Merry?" Breaton asked, his voice icy, as horns started to protrude from his head.
"Sorry, old friend, but you're way too late. Your little side piece is already on her way to the demon realm," Patrick responded.
Buveur took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Asdem. "Asdem! your mine, I will End you." He spoke his voice authoritative.
Asdem just smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I'm shaking in my boots, Buveur."
The tension was palpable, the air thick with hostility. The team was ready to attack, but Breaton held up a hand, his eyes locked on Patrick.
"You're going to pay for this, Patrick. You're going to pay dearly."
"Before I kill you, Patrick, I want to know why Merry's being taken to the demon realm," Breaton asked, his voice low and menacing.
"Boy, oh boy, you are slow, ain't ya?" Patrick said, rolling his eyes. "You can't expect her to give birth to a demon's spawn in the living world. After giving birth, she'll die and become a demoness. It's just the way it is."
Asdem started laughing, a deep, rumbling sound. "The reason the two of us are here is to have you join us... or to kill you. Either way, it works for me," he said with a sneer.
Buveur's eyes narrowed, his fangs bared. "You're not going to get either, Asdem. You're going down, and Patrick... you're going down with him."
Breaton's face was twisted in rage, his horns growing larger by the second. "You're going to pay for this, Patrick. You're going to pay for using Merry like this."
"Give me a break, Breaton," Patrick said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You said I'm going to pay for this, using Merry like this. Have you forgotten, you foolish man? Merry is in this situation because of you... she's pregnant with your child."
"I've had enough of this foolishness," Breaton growled, his eyes blazing with anger.
Just then Asdem snapped his fingers, and suddenly, Ryker, Kael, and Zara vanished into thin air.
"What did you do with them?" Buveur demanded, his voice low and menacing as he transformed into a werewolf.
"Relax, I didn't kill them, if that's what you're thinking," Asdem said with a sneer. "I just sent them away because humans can be a nuisance."
Shortly after, Lyra's voice came over the radios in Breaton and Buveur's ears. "Guys, you don't need to worry about the others. They're here with me, they're unconscious but alive. They just teleported out of nowhere."
Buveur's eyes narrowed, his werewolf senses on high alert. "You're going to pay for this, Asdem."
Asdem just laughed, a cold, calculating sound. "I'm shaking in my boots, werewolf."
Breaton's voice was like ice. "Let's finish this. Now."
"Now then should we take our fight some place else, mutt?" Asdem said, looking at Buveur with a sneer.
He snapped his fingers, and he and Buveur disappeared, leaving Breaton and Patrick to face off.
The two enemies charged at each other, their fangs bared and their claws extended. The air was filled with the sound of growling and snarling as they clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks.
Breaton's horns glowed with a fierce light as he head-butted Patrick, sending him flying across the room. Patrick recovered quickly, his eyes blazing with anger, and charged back at Breaton.
The battle raged on, the two demons exchanging blows and neither gaining the upper hand. The walls shook, and the floor trembled as they fought, their powers clashing in a spectacular display of energy and destruction.