Auston Matthews smiles as he steals a glance at the clouds and pale blue sky. The pure beauty of our planet threatens to overwhelm him as it always does. The Toronto Maple Leafs all-star can’t help but look for shapes in the clouds. He sees a whale and a castle and an otter before a bird darts across his pristine sky.

Returning his attention to the swarm of lesser demons pouring through an unstable dimensional tear, Auston cuts through three of them with one swing of his sword and kicks another’s head clean off. His backswing eviscerates five more of the horrible things and he reaches out his free hand to help his ally up.

“Thanks.” Says P.K. Subban. “We don’t get a lot of demons in Nashville. I thought I could take ’em.”

The Nashville Predators will face the Toronto Maple Leafs tomorrow and P.K. was looking for fun off day of super adventure when he caught the attention of the demons, or perhaps their master. Auston arrived just in time to keep P.K. from being overwhelmed.

Together, the two make quick work of the remaining demons. P.K. turns himself into a great bear and tears into the centre of the mob. The few that survive his rage are easily dispatched by Auston’s blade.

Reverting back to man shape P.K. grins as he takes in the carnage.

“That was awesome!” P.K. says. “So your powers make you super fast and strong?”

“What, oh no, um… my powers are, um, different.” Auston says sheepishly.

P.K. is stunned but hides it well. “I’m looking forward to playing against you tomorrow. Wish it could have been more of a regular thing but, you know.”

“Business” Auston nods. “But things are working out good for you.”

“Yeah.” P.K. agrees.

“And you have to like how your old team is struggling.” Auston says with a smile.

“Yeah.” P.K. agrees. The Predator points to the shimmering gash in space and time. “Shall we?”

“After you.” Auston insists.

“Fuck the Habs!” P.K. shouts as he dives into the portal.

Auston follows, his smile bigger than ever. “Fuck the Habs.”