TftW: Russell Of The Damned
TftW: Russell of The Damned
Russell Brand to Demon TF
Guest star:
Moarte of Longbox Of The Damned.
NOTE:
No Celebrities Were Harmed In The Making of this story, this is mainly a horror/comedy story and not made to be taken seriously. This is also a nod to the song in the Dark Of The Night from Anastasia.
This is also the prequel to Nathan’s Nightmare and explains how Russell got the powers he had in that story.
References:
Dracula - Dead and Loving It: Lines from the movie are paid homage to.
Queen Of The Damned: The title is a play on words.
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The relationship between Russell Brand and Katy Perry didn’t last as long as he had hoped and they broke up soon after.
Katy seemed to take it well, but Russell on the other hand - had a lot more difficulty. For starters no matter how many women he went out with, he wasn’t fully satisfied with just one.
Second, nothing could fill the empty black vortex in his heart that had been left since then, so much so that it almost made him feel dead inside.
Sometimes at night he would find himself unable to sleep, often in the dark of the night he’d be tossing and turning. And the nightmares he’d have would be as bad as could be, they confused him and scared him out of his wits.
He didn’t know why...but it felt like his world was crumbling to bits. One night, he woke up alone and confused - in a graveyard of all places.
Perhaps this was another dream he was having, or it was due to all the drugs he had taking over the years, it couldn’t have been - he had been keeping his addiction away for quite sometime.
“How could I have gotten myself into this? I don’t remember ever partaking in this particular occurrence at all.”
Confused, he looked around some more - hoping to find the answer to his predicament, as he did - he sensed a supernatural presence, this caused his signature hair style to stand up even more.
A shadowy creature slinked up to him and tugged at his leather jacket before swiping his Iphone and hissing softly.
But no one but Russell could see it, this creature seemed to be following him and seemed to have taken a liking to him.
The only other person around was the gravedigger. Who was always there to begin with, but that was normal.
“Did you just see that creature?”
“No, Mr Brand. I didn’t. You’d think that being a gravedigger I would have noticed stuff like that but...no.”
“That’s bizarre. I wonder what species of creature it could have been.”
He continued to look around for a few seconds, before he heard a voice cackling away in the background. He couldn’t make out where the voice was coming from but it sounded distinctive, manic and with a pseudo-european accent.
“Oh...I can tell you exactly what it was, Russell.”
“Who the hell said that?”
“Tis simple, Mr Brand.”
Russell turned around to see who was speaking to him, it was Moarte of Longbox of the Damned fame. Moarte was dressed in his signature black and white garb, with his signature pale face and manic personality.
“Moarte?”
“Yes...it is I. And I’ve come to help vou.”
“Help me with what?”
“Vou seemed to be having a bit trouble with your relationship to a certain Ms Perry, no?”
“Yes..”
“I can help vou, I can make it better. For I think that vou and I have something in common.”
“Oh and what that might be, pray tell?”
“You are Russell Brand, a hellraiser by nature and a master of the art of manipulation. Which coincidentally is what I am too.”
“So are you implying that we are both similar in some way?”
“Verry much so, Mr Brand.”
“Interesting...so how is it that you can help me?”
“Well...what if I gave you something you always desired?””
“I’ve always wanted to be admired and to have power over any adult female I see.”
“I can do that. I can give you powers of seduction and hypnosis. I can make you irreistable.”
“I’m listening..”
“I can do zhat, and more. All vou have to do is form an alliance with me.”
“I don’t know, this sounds an awful lot like those deal with the devil type things..you know when someone makes a bargain with Satan and there is usually a horrible price to pay afterwards.”
“Well it is, except there isn’t a catch.”
“No catch?”
“Absolutely no catch. But you do have to sign a contract though.”
“Okay...that kind of contradicts that statement, but what the hell..i’ll do it.”
The contract appeared in Moarte’s hand along with a spiked pen which was given to Russell, Russell looked through the contract’s term and conditions before signing but was very relieved to find that everything was in order.
“Good..now look into my eyes…”
Russell looked deeply into Moarte’s eyes, as he did he began to fall into a trance-like state. He felt relaxed.
“Yes, master..”
“You are getting sleepy..”
“Zzzz…”
Russell fell asleep for a few brief seconds, snoring as he did.
“Russell, you fell asleep too soon.”
“Sorry.”
“Let me try again, you are getting sleepy…”
Russell dozed over yet again, this time talking in his sleep as he did so.
“No, i’m innocent..”
“Russell, you fell asleep too fast.”
“Sorry.”
“Russell, you are an irreistable master of seduction and hypnosis. Any woman that comes into your view, you can use hypnosis to seduce them and make them your willing mistress. You can make them more beautiful, but twisted, you can make them want you.”
“I can make any human female desire me. I can make them want me.”
“That is good. You are a master of the dark arts, a true supernatural force to be reckoned with.””
“I am..”
A dark aura was transferred into Russell’s body, granting him the ability to use the powers of seduction and hypnosis as well as giving him inhuman strength. He also gained the ability to inflict physical pain on his enemies in a telekinetic way.
“I want you to go and find some women to seduce…”
“Yes, master..”
Russell hovered over to a group of women in their mid 30’s, using his new powers he hypnotized them and seduced them, before draining them of their energy and powers - turning them into succubus-like creatures in the process. He returned with the succubus-like women and bowed to Moarte.
“Very good. Now for your reward.”
“And what might that be?”
“Oh...I think you’ll like it.”
He thought for a second at what it might be before the reward actually manifested itself in front of him, it was a box of souls. It looked an awful lot like the infamous puzlebox from the Hellraiser movies.
“Hmm..interesting...what does it do?”
“The souls of your victims can be kept in there for safekeeping, my dear.”
“Oh, thanks..”
“Tis not a problem at all.”
“Say, Moarte...about the contract. Was there anything in it that you forgot to go over?”
“Well yes.”
“Which is?”
“The small print at the bottom says that you may get what you want, but in exchange..you must become my obedient tool of evil.”
“What? No...it couldn’t have said that!”
“Oh yes, it did.”
“But I read the whole thing…”
“Not all of it.”
He was about to protest about the contract when he was struck with a rather uneasy feeling, this was a feeling of pure pain and agony.
He doubled over slightly, feeling extremely ill despite the fact he was not physical ill, it was like some dark force was taking over him. He felt ferocious, sinister and vicious.
“Aaagh...what the bloody hell is going on?”
“You see Russell. The dark aura is slowly taking over from within, it won’t be long until you are one of my children of the night.”
“Should I try and fight it?”
“Of course not...let it happen.”
He took a deep breath as he enabled the dark aura to take over from within, altering his DNA to more semi-demonic levels.
In the process his skin slowly turned pale with blood red markings on his chest and arms, his fingernails grew longer and sharper becoming like claws.
He stayed his usual 6’ft height but gained a bit of muscle in the process, his clothing did not rip but rather morph and contort to a more demonic variation of his trademark black leather outfit.
There was a slight snapping sensation in his back as two large bat-like wings slowly grew out of it, granting him flight. In addition a long scorpion-like tail grew out of the back of his new armoured trousers - complete with stinger.
Two long curved demonic horns grew out of the temples on his forehead, his signature hair style became longer and messier, darker makeup applied itself around his eyes as his ears stretched out and became pointed.
His facial features stayed the same but his expression curved itself into a sinister smirk as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, with the canines becoming fangs and extending while the rest of his teeth became pointed.
The colour of his eyes turned fire red as the pupils became slitted, he hissed and snarled slightly as the dark aura flowed through his body.
Finally his voice harshened, become deeper, gruffer and more demonic but still retaining that signature British accent and delivery.
When the transformation was completed, Russell was now a rather interesting demon-like creature and one of Moarte’s many children of the night.
Russell rushed over to a mirror and saw his new reflection, he was immediately taken by it - his personality still remained the same and he had kept his intelligence, but his appetite had shifted to a more bloodthirsty one.
“Not bad...I look rather alluring!”
“Yes, you do...now how do you feel?”
“I feel fantastic.”
“Are you ready to serve me, Russell?”
“Yes.”
“Meet me at the pet sematary...we have much work to do.”
With that Moarte turned into mist and slithered over to the pet sematary, Russell took flight and followed him. There the two of them began to think up their evil plan.
As for what happened to the two of them, they formed a rather deadly alliance and worked together to conquer the monster world.
Moarte now had someone to build an army of the night with and Russell not only got over his breakup with Katy, but also now had a good reason to be a hellraiser. He also started building his own harem of demon women.
He also learned about how to look at things more clearly and how to put his new powers to good use, he did also learn about the weaknesses his new form had.
Remember when making a deal with a supernatural being, to always read the fine print - for sometimes there are consequences to pay.
So that is how Russell Brand became Russell of the Damned and how he got his dark semi demonic powers, it is also the reason the Russell everyone knows and presumably loves exists today.
Russell Brand to Demon TF
Guest star:
Moarte of Longbox Of The Damned.
NOTE:
No Celebrities Were Harmed In The Making of this story, this is mainly a horror/comedy story and not made to be taken seriously. This is also a nod to the song in the Dark Of The Night from Anastasia.
This is also the prequel to Nathan’s Nightmare and explains how Russell got the powers he had in that story.
References:
Dracula - Dead and Loving It: Lines from the movie are paid homage to.
Queen Of The Damned: The title is a play on words.
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The relationship between Russell Brand and Katy Perry didn’t last as long as he had hoped and they broke up soon after.
Katy seemed to take it well, but Russell on the other hand - had a lot more difficulty. For starters no matter how many women he went out with, he wasn’t fully satisfied with just one.
Second, nothing could fill the empty black vortex in his heart that had been left since then, so much so that it almost made him feel dead inside.
Sometimes at night he would find himself unable to sleep, often in the dark of the night he’d be tossing and turning. And the nightmares he’d have would be as bad as could be, they confused him and scared him out of his wits.
He didn’t know why...but it felt like his world was crumbling to bits. One night, he woke up alone and confused - in a graveyard of all places.
Perhaps this was another dream he was having, or it was due to all the drugs he had taking over the years, it couldn’t have been - he had been keeping his addiction away for quite sometime.
“How could I have gotten myself into this? I don’t remember ever partaking in this particular occurrence at all.”
Confused, he looked around some more - hoping to find the answer to his predicament, as he did - he sensed a supernatural presence, this caused his signature hair style to stand up even more.
A shadowy creature slinked up to him and tugged at his leather jacket before swiping his Iphone and hissing softly.
But no one but Russell could see it, this creature seemed to be following him and seemed to have taken a liking to him.
The only other person around was the gravedigger. Who was always there to begin with, but that was normal.
“Did you just see that creature?”
“No, Mr Brand. I didn’t. You’d think that being a gravedigger I would have noticed stuff like that but...no.”
“That’s bizarre. I wonder what species of creature it could have been.”
He continued to look around for a few seconds, before he heard a voice cackling away in the background. He couldn’t make out where the voice was coming from but it sounded distinctive, manic and with a pseudo-european accent.
“Oh...I can tell you exactly what it was, Russell.”
“Who the hell said that?”
“Tis simple, Mr Brand.”
Russell turned around to see who was speaking to him, it was Moarte of Longbox of the Damned fame. Moarte was dressed in his signature black and white garb, with his signature pale face and manic personality.
“Moarte?”
“Yes...it is I. And I’ve come to help vou.”
“Help me with what?”
“Vou seemed to be having a bit trouble with your relationship to a certain Ms Perry, no?”
“Yes..”
“I can help vou, I can make it better. For I think that vou and I have something in common.”
“Oh and what that might be, pray tell?”
“You are Russell Brand, a hellraiser by nature and a master of the art of manipulation. Which coincidentally is what I am too.”
“So are you implying that we are both similar in some way?”
“Verry much so, Mr Brand.”
“Interesting...so how is it that you can help me?”
“Well...what if I gave you something you always desired?””
“I’ve always wanted to be admired and to have power over any adult female I see.”
“I can do that. I can give you powers of seduction and hypnosis. I can make you irreistable.”
“I’m listening..”
“I can do zhat, and more. All vou have to do is form an alliance with me.”
“I don’t know, this sounds an awful lot like those deal with the devil type things..you know when someone makes a bargain with Satan and there is usually a horrible price to pay afterwards.”
“Well it is, except there isn’t a catch.”
“No catch?”
“Absolutely no catch. But you do have to sign a contract though.”
“Okay...that kind of contradicts that statement, but what the hell..i’ll do it.”
The contract appeared in Moarte’s hand along with a spiked pen which was given to Russell, Russell looked through the contract’s term and conditions before signing but was very relieved to find that everything was in order.
“Good..now look into my eyes…”
Russell looked deeply into Moarte’s eyes, as he did he began to fall into a trance-like state. He felt relaxed.
“Yes, master..”
“You are getting sleepy..”
“Zzzz…”
Russell fell asleep for a few brief seconds, snoring as he did.
“Russell, you fell asleep too soon.”
“Sorry.”
“Let me try again, you are getting sleepy…”
Russell dozed over yet again, this time talking in his sleep as he did so.
“No, i’m innocent..”
“Russell, you fell asleep too fast.”
“Sorry.”
“Russell, you are an irreistable master of seduction and hypnosis. Any woman that comes into your view, you can use hypnosis to seduce them and make them your willing mistress. You can make them more beautiful, but twisted, you can make them want you.”
“I can make any human female desire me. I can make them want me.”
“That is good. You are a master of the dark arts, a true supernatural force to be reckoned with.””
“I am..”
A dark aura was transferred into Russell’s body, granting him the ability to use the powers of seduction and hypnosis as well as giving him inhuman strength. He also gained the ability to inflict physical pain on his enemies in a telekinetic way.
“I want you to go and find some women to seduce…”
“Yes, master..”
Russell hovered over to a group of women in their mid 30’s, using his new powers he hypnotized them and seduced them, before draining them of their energy and powers - turning them into succubus-like creatures in the process. He returned with the succubus-like women and bowed to Moarte.
“Very good. Now for your reward.”
“And what might that be?”
“Oh...I think you’ll like it.”
He thought for a second at what it might be before the reward actually manifested itself in front of him, it was a box of souls. It looked an awful lot like the infamous puzlebox from the Hellraiser movies.
“Hmm..interesting...what does it do?”
“The souls of your victims can be kept in there for safekeeping, my dear.”
“Oh, thanks..”
“Tis not a problem at all.”
“Say, Moarte...about the contract. Was there anything in it that you forgot to go over?”
“Well yes.”
“Which is?”
“The small print at the bottom says that you may get what you want, but in exchange..you must become my obedient tool of evil.”
“What? No...it couldn’t have said that!”
“Oh yes, it did.”
“But I read the whole thing…”
“Not all of it.”
He was about to protest about the contract when he was struck with a rather uneasy feeling, this was a feeling of pure pain and agony.
He doubled over slightly, feeling extremely ill despite the fact he was not physical ill, it was like some dark force was taking over him. He felt ferocious, sinister and vicious.
“Aaagh...what the bloody hell is going on?”
“You see Russell. The dark aura is slowly taking over from within, it won’t be long until you are one of my children of the night.”
“Should I try and fight it?”
“Of course not...let it happen.”
He took a deep breath as he enabled the dark aura to take over from within, altering his DNA to more semi-demonic levels.
In the process his skin slowly turned pale with blood red markings on his chest and arms, his fingernails grew longer and sharper becoming like claws.
He stayed his usual 6’ft height but gained a bit of muscle in the process, his clothing did not rip but rather morph and contort to a more demonic variation of his trademark black leather outfit.
There was a slight snapping sensation in his back as two large bat-like wings slowly grew out of it, granting him flight. In addition a long scorpion-like tail grew out of the back of his new armoured trousers - complete with stinger.
Two long curved demonic horns grew out of the temples on his forehead, his signature hair style became longer and messier, darker makeup applied itself around his eyes as his ears stretched out and became pointed.
His facial features stayed the same but his expression curved itself into a sinister smirk as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, with the canines becoming fangs and extending while the rest of his teeth became pointed.
The colour of his eyes turned fire red as the pupils became slitted, he hissed and snarled slightly as the dark aura flowed through his body.
Finally his voice harshened, become deeper, gruffer and more demonic but still retaining that signature British accent and delivery.
When the transformation was completed, Russell was now a rather interesting demon-like creature and one of Moarte’s many children of the night.
Russell rushed over to a mirror and saw his new reflection, he was immediately taken by it - his personality still remained the same and he had kept his intelligence, but his appetite had shifted to a more bloodthirsty one.
“Not bad...I look rather alluring!”
“Yes, you do...now how do you feel?”
“I feel fantastic.”
“Are you ready to serve me, Russell?”
“Yes.”
“Meet me at the pet sematary...we have much work to do.”
With that Moarte turned into mist and slithered over to the pet sematary, Russell took flight and followed him. There the two of them began to think up their evil plan.
As for what happened to the two of them, they formed a rather deadly alliance and worked together to conquer the monster world.
Moarte now had someone to build an army of the night with and Russell not only got over his breakup with Katy, but also now had a good reason to be a hellraiser. He also started building his own harem of demon women.
He also learned about how to look at things more clearly and how to put his new powers to good use, he did also learn about the weaknesses his new form had.
Remember when making a deal with a supernatural being, to always read the fine print - for sometimes there are consequences to pay.
So that is how Russell Brand became Russell of the Damned and how he got his dark semi demonic powers, it is also the reason the Russell everyone knows and presumably loves exists today.
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