(WARNING - PARALLEL DIMENSION STORYLINE. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE STORY)
The winds roared with providence. A light shone through the reddening, spiced skies of the parallel dimension and glowed with a savory mint, intoxicating aroma that was as heavenly as it was blinding. A slow, omnic feather slipped from the light and became a being, a figure with delighted enlightment about him. There was a circular, orbiting object above his head, his skin was not red nor orange, but a bright color, one highly undescribable.
His legs glowed not with fire when absent of their domain, no, they emanated a peckish, light aura, faint of any obscenity of pain or agony. The man's skin was rosy, at least in certain degrees, and he grinned as his physical form came into contact with mortal atmosphere.
He glared out over the skies and reflected, shining a brilliant light over the landscape. Far below, a portal to the deepst hells opened, a man with steaming horns, a bloody face, flaming legs, and crimson, wretched skin emerged. A horrifying creature, numerous tentacles, tendrils, arms, wings, and other assortments of deformed attachments laid defeated and withering, though not dead in his one arm, the other breathing as his chest puffed in and out.
He glared down back at the portal to hell, and watched as countless scores of demons humped eachother in anxiety to escape. He didn't bother to snicker or sneer at them, instead throwing his attention back up to the wretched infidel creature in his captivity.
"Dammit Cthulu," the demon shouted, time spilling apart, "I swear, the day Abigor finds a SECURE leash for you is the day I see Heaven!"
RAAWWRRGGHH!!!
Demons howled and snarled from the still open pit, beckoning and reaching for one of Cthulu's extended tentacles. Normal demons, at least not at his or a being like Cresil's level, could not escape the confounded boundaries of hell through an ordinary portal, and the Gates To Hell were kept shut by Satan himself.
Cthulu screeched, one of it's tentacles splattered into a new, sharp razor and attempted to cut him. It flailed, as the red-skinned demon whirled, and the tentacle missed entirely, falling in it's own fatigue and disengrating.
Chortle gripped under them maws of Cthulu's uncomprehensible "body", and looked as though he were about to catapult the creature miles away into space.
"Now...." he swung Cthulu forward and released him, "STAY THERE THIS TIME!!!" chucking the bewildered creature into the Portal To Hell.
It cursed, wrenched, wriggled, squiggled, howled, birked, and "kicked", but it was useless. The beast collapsed unto the enmassing horde of "imprisoned" demons, shoving them all back into the recesses of the feiry pits of Hell.
You're not getting out, he spoke to them mentally.
Still with blood covereing him, he pushed the though of cleaning himself to the back of his mind as Cthulu crushed the lesser demons. He held out his palm, and instantly, the hissing portal shut and retracted back into the mortal soil that previously existed.
Zrk!
A sting stabbed into the back of his skull.
Something wasn't right here...
Guys, please help me, I am having difficulties finding my opposite! Should I bring all of them with and try to destroy Michlien Man? 
