"So? What have you done to help me?"

"Fuck off Anti." Marvin groaned as he woke up, cracking his eyes open and looking towards the door to see Anti standing at the end of Jackaboy's bed while the hero continued to sleep.

"I should've known that you'd back out of the deal." Anti scowled sourly, a combination of anger and sadness visible in his obsidian eyes.

"Oh relax Romeo, it's only been a few hours. Besides, I need time to plan and rest." Marvin retorted as he folded his arms across his chest, the magician standing up while stretching his arms high overhead to make them pop softly.

"You better think of something or else-"

"You'll kill me, I know. Look, I used to be afraid of you. Hell, I even spent years of my life running and hiding from you like a coward. But now...you're pathetic. Weak. I could kill you with my magic within seconds." Marvin interrupted coldly, Anti's eyes narrowing.

"Without me, you're powerless." Anti argued, Marvin shaking his head with a small smile.

"There's plenty of other demon chumps I can bargain with, then the running can start anew." Marvin stated smugly.

"You'd do that to that doctor of yours?" Anti taunted, Marvin immediately grabbing the collar of Anti's shirt before slamming him into the wall, pinning him to it with his arm held across the demon's neck.

"Don't talk about Hen like that, he's more than a doctor." Marvin hissed in Anti's ear, his face inches from the demon.

Anti fell silent as Marvin backed away, glancing over at the hero when he heard him shift in his unconscious state.

"Go, I'll take care of your boy problem." Marvin stated gruffly as Jackaboy began to wake up, Anti glaring at the magician before he disappeared.

"Wha-what's going on?" Jackaboy mumbled as he sat up, carefully testing each of his limbs in case he was injured.

"You're welcome." Marvin replied casually as he paced around the room, causing his black cape to flutter behind him.

"Who're you? And why is that guy-"

"That 'guy' is a demon named Anti, he's an asshole. My name's Marvin the Magnificent, but you can call me Marvin." The magician cut off the hero.

"And before start going on about how demons aren't real, let me ask you something. Who the hell are you?" Marvin added, sitting on the end of the bed.

"My name is Jackaboy, I'm a super hero." The male explained simply with a shrug, earning a skeptic look from Marvin.

"Sure. What's your real name then?" Marvin prompted, Jackaboy shaking his head with a smirk.

"As if I'd tell you." Jackaboy scoffed, the magician rolling his eyes as he stood up with a long sigh.

"Fine, do you have a phone I can borrow?" Marvin questioned, the hero frowning warily as he reluctantly handed his over.

"Thanks." The magician nodded in appreciation, dialing Schneep's number from memory before waiting with bated breath for him to answer.

"Who the hell is this?"

Marvin was surprised to hear Dean's voice on the phone, his tone gruff and weary while sirens wailed in the background.

"Dean? Where's Hen?" Marvin questioned worriedly, feeling his blood run cold as Dean let out a long breath.

"He tried overdosing on some antidepressants, he's in rough shape." Dean informed him grimly, the magician feeling the color drained from his face.

"He-he what? No no no no, that's not right, that's not like him." Marvin chanted frantically as he strode towards the door.

"Hey!" Jackaboy shouted after him, the hero scrambling off of the bed before chasing the magician out of the motel room.

"We're at Bantry General Hospital, get here soon if you can." Dean continued before hanging up, Marvin huffing in frustration as he tossed the phone back to the hero.

"Remember me?"

Marvin turned around to see a familiar face pressing a gun against the side of Jackaboy's head, the hero's phone on the ground by his feet.

"Chase." Marvin breathed in disbelief, the male's blue eyes now a pitch black as he smiled psychotically.

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner! Schneep lied to me, I've spent years in Hell. Years!" Chase roared angrily, his finger hovering over the trigger.

"Chase-"

"I've hurt people, and you know what? I've enjoyed it. Not as much as I'll enjoy visiting that damn doctor and ripping his still beating heart out of his chest, but still. However, since I'm a crossroad demon, I'm willing to make a deal with you." Chase offered as he shoved Jackaboy away, interrupting the magician.

"What do you want from me?" Marvin whispered, his head bowed while Chase laughed in response.

"Simple. I want you to kill Schneep and the hero if you want to keep your magic." Chase replied.

"I can't." Marvin answered instantly, biting his lip as he prepared himself for whatever Chase was planning.

"Oof!"

Jackaboy tackled Chase to the ground and punched him in the face, Marvin taking the distraction to use his magic and knock out Chase.

"Nice hit." Marvin complimented as Chase fell still, Jackaboy grunting as he managed to roll the unconscious body off of him.

"Nice magic trick." Jackaboy countered while standing up, offering the magician a hand up with a grin.

"Now," Marvin declared as he grabbed onto Jackaboy's wrist with his wand in the other hand.

"We save Schneep and deal with Anti."