A sinner walks into a building. His black fur and silver beak makes him stand out from the red and purple décor of this hotel. But all anxieties fade when he is approached by the host of the hotel. Lucy Nightstar.

Lucy

“Hello, welcome to the Chappy hotel. Where you can stay and can work your way to get into heaven by being redeemed.”

Sinner, weakly and shy like

“You really think I can be redeemed. Leave hell and go to heaven?

Lucy

“Of course. Just leave it to me. Quick note, we need details from your credit card and social security number in case of any lawsuit and damages.”

Sinner nervously

“O......okay?”

While the sinner exchanges the information at the register. Lucy grins and laughs to herself while thinking in her mind

Lucy, Inner monologue

“That idiot. I can’t wait to bleed this fool dry as he thinks he’ll get to heaven. Oh I can picture the look on his face when he faces poverty. This is the best scam I came up up.”

But then she smells something and notices a fire on one of the drapes. She screams and immediately puts it out. Then she sees another purple light and instantly screamed again as she saw a giant fireball through the window heading her direction. The hotel exploded in purple fire. But Drake is too busy dodging the next volley of fireballs.

Drake while running to avoid getting burnt

“I said I was sorry!”

Witch with her burning hands

“No as sorry as you’re going to be. And wear something other than a v-neck you Simon Cowell wannabe!”

With her hands glowing bright pink, chains suddenly appear out of thin air. Moving like pythons, they immediately wrap themselves around drake. Covering his upper body from chest to crotch. He could feel the chains slowly squeezing him like they were ready to choke the life out of him but before the Witch could gloat.

Drake, in a darkened tone.

“Fine. But just so you know. I tried to play nice.”.

He planted his feet to the ground and flexed his muscles. The witch watched in shock and amazement as the chains were completely ripped apart and shattered into tiny pieces. And the force of the break was enough to shake the whole street as if there was an earthquake. Or a hell qauke depending on weather or not you enjoy semantics. She was stunned watching the pieces of pink chains fly. For the first time in her mob boss career. No one has ever been strong enough to break them.

Drake panting and glared at her.

“This is the part where you run.”

Witch, glaring back

“Guess again.

They stood in silence. Waiting for one to make the first move. Drake cracked his neck. The witch flicked her hands as they emanate a sparkling glow. Not fire but energy like a summoning. Drake sees her powers and steadies himself before making a move. Their eyes met. Like predicting the future while playing chess.

Before the final spark of the witch energy hit the ground. Drake rushed after her with marching speed ready to mow her down. But then the witch threw several pink energy balls in the air. They popped and suddenly. Giant Violet coloured golems surrounded drake. Hitting him with a barrage of punches. With his strength, drake pushed them back and tossed them aside. Those who weren’t knocked away, Drake threw punches and kicks one by one. One of them tried to choke hold him but Drake caught its arm and did a judo throw that sent the golem to the building. Drake turned and had a pink snake wrap itself around him while a golem would send a flurry of punches straight to his head. Finally, Drake broke free just in time to thrust his head forward so the golems punch would break its arm when punching his forehead.

The golem would shatter and he charge towards the Violent witch. Getting ready to swing his right hook to pulverise her. But before it could reach, she would skip a step and weaved back, she could feel the wind from the force as windows and concrete were being blown away from that same force from his punch. She flipped back and stood on her hands so she could swing her kicks aim for his head. He blocked it just in time and was pushed back. Before he could lower his guard. The Violent Witch jumped in the air and shot an arrow made of pink energy magic. The arrow was blocked by Drake guard as it continued to push him back with the added force. Finally, he pushed back and shattered it with his brute strength.

The violent witch stepped forward and pulls a hair from her head. And it glowed, until it popped and transformed into a scythe. Drake marched forward and his hands were covered in flames, when the flames dispersed, suddenly his hands were covered in red scales. Almost like he was wearing gauntlets fashioned from a dragon.

They lunged at each other and clashed. Scythe was scraping the service of his gauntlet as he swung a punch that was blocked by the pole of the scythe. They continued to trade attacks no matter how many sparks blew the scene until finally, the scythe turned into an arrow and she shot to the sky. The arrow would fall back down like meteors, giving Drake barely enough time to dodge them with his flipping and jumping. He retaliated by jumping in the air and summoning fires around him that he would charge towards the Witch. She tries to use her magic to snuff them out but all it creates is steam. Her vision was covered and she tried to find drake. Only to discover he was behind her.

She quickly made a force field before being hit with a volley of punches faster than she could see. The punches kept coming with enough force that it made the bubble she was in suddenly in the air from his punches. He kept punching the bubble until he sent a kick that would send her in the air like a football.

The witch waved her hands, and suddenly a giant dragon of pink and purple hues formed around her and she sent it to attack him. The purple dragon had its mouth open to have Drake suddenly using all his strength to keep its mouth closing. While in the air, the dragon kept trying to force its mouth shut but with one hand, Drake kept pounding its eye in furious rage. Drake roared into the dragon’s mouth releasing a stream of fire from his mouth into the dragon. The dragon swelled up until it exploded like a jumbo firework.

Drake shot towards the witch like a hawk. The two collided and struggled. Dancing around the air and spinning until they both hit the nearest building. Drake got up and saw a massive pink golem like the ones, bigger than the ones before, almost the size of a skyscraper, suddenly sending punches down on him. The earth shook but then Drake shop upwards like a bullet using his strength to jump high than the golem himself. When drake was high enough to reach the golems face, he swings one straight punch. The punch had enough force to knock the golem back sending him crashing down in a total knock out.

The Violent witch ended up in a parking lot. There she was turning to scan the area. From the corner of her eye, she saw Drake and put up a force field to protect her from Drake’s punches. Drake kept punching until he could see a tiny crack and smashes through. The shatter was strong enough to push her back until she hit the wall. She panted and shook her head. Wiping the blood from her mouth. Her hands glowed one more time but this time was different. Drake could’ve easily attacked but he wanted to see what she was going to do.

The Witch danced her hands in streams of light. The pink streams changed and formed like she was casting a new spell. Then suddenly she was covered in head to toe with purple hue energy. The energy formed around her and took shape. It had arms, legs and a head that matched hers. When it finished it was clear that she was now encased inside a larger version of herself made of light and energy. Almost like an out shell that was also an exoskeleton and was now at the same height as Drake. With her hands also glowing in fiery energy, she lunged at him and Drake did vice versa. Their first clashes and from then on all they did was trade blows. Drake would send one punch and the witch would send hers and each time one would hit the other they were get hit in return and they continued to do so for a long long long time.

Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours. On the first hour, their punches would slow, on the third hour. One of them would take a full minute deliver swing like they were both underwater. And it was until 5 hours later that they were so exhausted, they were completely incapable of moving or fighting or even standing any more. They had been fighting for so long they had entirely lost all stamina. Both would get on their knees and lean on each other so neither could fall.

Drake, breathing like he’s drowning

“I.......don’t want to fight any more.”

The Witch, Also panting.

“Yeah......me too.”

Drake, his eyes started rolling back to his head

“Oh God, I’m blacking out.”

Witch, feeling his weight getting heavier.

“Wait, no nononononono!!

Drake collapsed on the ground out cold while on top of her. Making it impossible for her to move no matter how much she was struggling to get his giant muscle body of her petite figure. She managed to squeeze her head out so she could breath. When she turned, she saw people approaching her. When they were in eye view, she could see it was Whiskey and the rest of her goons.

Witch

“Oh finally, get this gorilla off me and help me up will you. I feel like I’m gonna die here.”

Whiskey and the henchmen looked at each other for a moment. Exchanging glances with a bit of a grin.

Witch, sounding irritated.

“Well what are you waiting for? Are you going to help me or not?”

Whiskey smiled, and the last thing she saw was him aiming the bottom handle of a gun and ready to swing it down, right towards her face.

Witch

“Oh bloody hell.”

He slammed it like a hammer to her head and everything went black.