Devilheart!

[Lucky Star]

The underworld. The realm of the damned. The accursed hovel. The dwelling place of devils. The place of sin. The world of evil. Hell itself.

It goes by many names.

This is Asphodel. In this world, so far beneath the world of mortals and human beings that it defies all reasoning, devils rule supreme. It is a world of villainy, evil, wickedness, temptation and chaos. In this world, only the strong are allowed to survive; those that are too weak or just too nice last about as long as a snowball in, well, Hell. Power is shared between seven almighty and ruthless Devil Lords and a tentative impression of tranquility and order is maintained only by their respective and utterly self-centered vows to leave eachother be. It is, in short, a world where power rules.

It is for this reason that the Armageddon Cup is held here. Every millenium, this underworld-wide tournament is held to determine who is the strongest and most vicious fighter of all. Participants from all over Asphodel gather to partake, and many others from the world above and other unspoken realms, too, join the fray. Each one vies for the coveted trophy of this bloodthirsty free-for-all: one wish, anything they may desire, granted by the ruler of this accursed hovel himself, the Black God.

Of course, only one winner may emerge victorious and claim the prize for themselves. It could be anybody. The Devil Lords, all more than eager to take part in another chance to spread destruction and their own egocentric empires even further, are bracing themselves for what promises to be another explosive and ecstatic championship.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Welcome to Hell!

*****

They were all gathered together, all part of some enormous and nebulous crowd, following their guide down into the dark, foul depths of the underworld. When she spoke, they all harkened to her sweet voice, echoing across the vast city streets like the tortured screams of a thousand lost souls.

"Welcome, one and all, to the world of Asphodel. Come with us through the gates of Hell and be careful of the skulls, they tend to get lost around here. There you go, good mortals."

She turned around, revealing herself. She was very pretty, in spite of herself; though in a sort of dark, gloomy way. She didn't look any older than somewhere in her twenties, despite undoubtedly being an ancient and powerful manifestation of some terrible aspect of the universe's inner workings.

"I am Azrael, Angel of Death and your guide to our delightful little world."

She bowed, letting her six elegant raven wings spread out behind her in a majestic gesture of grace and sinister wickedness.

"I will be your personal guide, mentor and advisor in this adventure of yours. Now, if you would be so kind as to tell me a little bit about yourselves..."

A thousand voices, after a tense pause, spoke up. They were quickly joined by many more thousands.

"What's that?"

The girl leaned forward, trying to get a good grasp of what was being offered to her in response to her query. A look of surprise and awe, though in a pleasant sense, crossed her features.

"You're devil hunters, you say? And...did you say mages? Hmm? Oh, really? And heroes, too? Well, now, that's certainly a rarity around here. We don't get many of them. Devils, necromancers and villains, yes, but not many..."

She snapped out of her brief tangent, then turned back to the assembled mass of people in front of her. She snapped her finger in dawning realisation.

"Oh! You're here for the Armageddon Cup, are you? Of course you are, how very silly of me. Yes, quite a remarkable contest, that. People from all around the world gather here to partake in it. And why wouldn't they? After all, the prize is something truly outstanding, I daresay."

The crowd was utterly silent. Many dared not say a word to contradict her. The rest just didn't want to speak. Kind words or not, she was still the Angel of Death. They decided, as one congitive entity, to just let her finish her speech before interrupting. She evidently took this silence as meaning they were ignorant of the prize on offer.

"You don't know what the prize is? My word, then what are you even doing here? Oh, alright. Since you bothered to come all the way here, I'll enlighten your thick little mortals skulls. The winner of the millenial Armageddon Cup has any wish of their choice granted by the Black God himself!"

The crowd murmured uneasily and shuffled anxiously. She beamed.

"I know, isn't that just wonderful?"

She chuckled lightly to herself, then put her hands together and smiled. This one was a little more mischevious, like a cat playing with a cornered rat.

"Of course, it won't be easy. There will be fiendish monsters and demonic creatures at every turn, not to mention the Devil Lords themselves! And, of course, the other contestants. Chances are most of you won't even survive the first round! Ahahahahah!"

The weaker members of the crowd sank. The cheerful laughter didn't help. On the other hand, many others in the crowd were being encouraged by these words, and some even began cheering and shouting in cacophonic anticipation.

"Oh, but don't let that spoil your fun. It just wouldn't be as exciting if not for the manifold challenges and soul-rending, near-suicidal perils that will await you on your journey. And, of course, there will eventually be a winner...there always is. But just the one."

She grinned a devious grin and put her finger to her mouth. Her teeth glinted coldly.

"We can't go sharing that precious trophy, now, can we?"

She threw her hands out. Her wings duly thrust alongside her.

"Now, off you go, little mortals! I do believe I can hear the starting fanfare sounding off. Just take your exit via the well of souls over there, yes, and don't go falling into the pit of curses beside your feet."

As the crowd broke off and flowed its way along the prescribed exit, ready to start the hotly anticipated brawl at long last, she gave them one final word of advice.

"Oh, and one more thing, my dearies."

She clapped her hands together joyously and gave another shining smile, like a full moon in an empty cemetery.

"Best of luck to you, and may the best unrepentant little fiend win!"

Once they had all shouted their zealous responses and rushed off to start the bloodshed, she turned around and sighed happily. She gazed up at the moon, as it was invariably midnight in this part of the underworld. She fluttered off, ready to start her duties as the guide and coordinator of the Armageddon Cup.

"Ahh, I do so love this job."

[Lucky Star]

Eli Tikentok looked around him. It was just as he expected - vast and hellish. This was the underworld and, whether he liked it or not, it was his sacred duty to come down here and take part in the Armageddon Cup.

Truth be told, he didn't really want to get involved at all. He was quite happy to stay in his own world and not have to fight anybody. Besides which, he had no contempt for devils. As far as he was concerned, they were quite entitled to do their own thing down here, far away from humanity.

They had gone and nearly devastated his home town, though, which wasn't too nice for him. That was pretty much the only reason he was here. That, and his family wouldn't have it for the Tikentok name to be associated with idleness and tomfoolery. So he was sent down here, on his nineteenth birthday, no less, and told to do what his family did best:

Hit big evil things until they died.

He strolled through the seemingly endless expanse of this city. It was less a city and more a very, very large town square, though one with houses everywhere. It was quite quaint and pleasant, for an infernal abode. Hades Central seemed like a nice place to live, to be perfectly honest. He wouldn't mind coming and living here if he was a devil. Sitting at home, relaxing, just himself and his cat, watching the days go by gently and without any...

Concentrate on the mission! He snapped back into reality with a look calculated to be steely and determined, but which was in actuality quite a bit off the mark in that sense.

With the thoughts of his sacred duty firmly in mind, he continued onwards.

There was much to be done.

This post has been edited by Lucky Star on Sep 8 2011, 08:42:46 AM

[Gadreall]

Major General Zachariah glanced around Hades Central. It wasn't much, but it could prove to be a tactical nightmare! So many entrances, shady nooks, quiet crannies, and endless rooftops that could all hide assassins. The caliber of competition this was had yet to be determined, though Zachariah decided early on to give this his all, as though it were to be the last thing he did.

Nolans glanced behind him, at the Professor. She was wandering idly behind him, her ascot swinging in the breeze that caught her hair. She almost looked cute, staring off into the distance at...damned souls. Never mind, she just looked like Vertiline.

"Can't you go any faster?" he called out harshly, and the girl flinched. She opened one eye, and glanced in his direction, a wounded expression clouding her face.

"Major General, I'm not used to this sort of thing. Fighting is your area, remember? I'm just supposed to make sure the weaponry doesn't give out, and to keep you out of deaths door. Although," she glanced upward, at the departing figure of the Angel of death "That might be a bit of a chore..."

Vertiline snapped her gaze level again, and continued following the Major General. They went through many winding streets, hoping to find some indicator of what they were supposed to do.

[KingNickolas]

Xelos and Richard steadily marched towards Hades Central, the biggest city in the underworld. They were in a small crowd, and were frankly, the smallest in the group.

There was a human named Steven the barbarian, a goul named alfred, and probably the one that was the most out of place, bob the troll. Bob towered over everybody in the group, being a full-blooded troll and whatnot. Steve and Alfred were about the same height, of course they were completly different in appearance seeing as how Alfred was half invisible. Then there was the two, Xelos and Rich. They were barley up to the knees of their party members, which was lucky enough for them, as nobody in the party thought of them as a threat. The group had decided to form up together to fight the first rounds as a team, for survival purposes of course.

Xelos smiled with the thought of what he wanted to do to them later on.

All the stuff... All the shiny things that they probably held in their pockets... They might just be his for the taking!

When they arrived in the city, the first thing they did was listen to the great Azrael, and her wonder full speech. Next they decided that they needed a place to sleep, so they just went to a local inn titled "Sleep in tavern." There were thousands of people everywhere, but luckily, there were also plenty of taverns and inns. Besides that, most people didn't want to be in the city for the first round for some reason. (Probably for survival purposes.)

Most of the party planned on spending the rest of the day there, and moving on some other day. Hopefully, they would be able to take anybody who decided to pick a fight.

[Lucky Star]

The girl drifted through the bustling streets of the ever-nightlit city. No-one payed her any attention. That was alright; she was used to it. It had been a long time since she had been able to truly feel like a human being and liaise with other warm-blooded mortals.

Her feelings would have to wait, though. She had more important matters at hand.

She floated serenely across the cobblestone path. Her dainty feet never touched the ground, instead hovering just over the old floor. She was pale and almost ephemeral, looking more like a shining whisp of mist taking on the form of a young lady.

She watched the people go by. One or two glanced at her, many probably reasoning that she was just another lost soul sailing about on the cold breeze, looking in vain for a purpose. She was quite happy to let them think that - as far as Alice Ariquest was concerned, the less attention she drew to herself, the better.

She looked at the sign, surprisingly well maintained, hanging just above the door of the tavern. She smiled. Something about this old city made her feel intrinsically comfortable. As though she belonged here.

The Sleepy Specter
Sleep In Taven

She pushed the old oak door open and entered. This was as good a place as any to while away the time until the first round was beginning in earnest.

[Lord Ares]

At some point Rodane found himself in a pool of murky blood. Body parts were spread around his body, and pretty much everywhere else as well. His awesome form was covered in the rain of blood as he had just finished slaying his last victim, some really fat guy that had foolishly entered the contest. The Four-Armed one now stood victorious on a mountain of corpses, his greatness was clearly decided by all, most importantly by the Dark Prince himself.

Crowds of demons cheered at his greatness, the Succubi of the nether began to gather around his iron doused form, celebrating his victorious efforts. A weird and miniature devil had flown up with an oversized mic for the four-armed master of warfare to speak in to. "Tell us, Lord Rodane of the great Four-Armed Master Race, what do we owe the honor of the spectacle you portrayed before us?!" Taking the mic and pushing the demon down to the ground, using it as a step stool to strike a mighty pose, Rodane spoke confidently into the microphone.

"Well, you see, pitiful creature… my mightiness is proportionate to the awesome power of my four arms, each designed to bash and crush my foes underfoot. It's all very simple really. Might is Right!" As the crowds cheering increased, the sounds became fuzzier and fuzzier until the world began to blur together in a myriad of colors.

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"Buwah… h-huh?" Rodane Four-Arms wiped the saliva from his mouth as he looked around. The crowd had started moving; a few of the brave and foolish warriors had bumped into His Greatness, causing him to stir from his imaginary world. "Hmph… who dares to awake me from my prophetic daydream?!" When Rodane looked down, he had expected to see a powerful warrior or a wise mage… maybe even some kind of cross-bred demon thing. Much to his increasing dismay, there was only a little girl with brown hair and light blue fairy wings sprawled out on the floor, she looked both lost and confused.

"Hah… what are you doing here, little girl? Don't you know this is the meeting place of blade and blood?" The girl shook her head negatively as she fluttered to her feet. The two stared at each other for a moment before Rodane gave the fairy a grumpy glare. "Then what on earth are doing here?!" She shrugged and began to shrink before his very eyes. "Beats me… good by---" before she finished her sentence, the fairy had vanished before his very eyes, leaving Rodane very confused.

A few surface dwellers were giving him a look that clearly indicated they thought he was crazy, but upon examining his powerful arms, they decided it was best to wait until the fights began. Shrugging off his strange encounter as another daydream, the great Rodane began his trek to the "Sleep in Tavern", a rather aptly named location.

[Lady Nicole]

"AKANE!!!!" A small blonde Bakeneko girl was screaming at the top of her lungs. She has amber eyes and black feathery ears that popped out the bottom of a black hat. She was dressed in a tight black dress with black stockings and black shoes. She also had a long skinny black tail. She was looming over another feline girl, though the one she was yelling at seemed older.

The girl who was being yelled out was lounging on a couch with a sly smirk in return to the blonde's yelling. She was more of a woman, bustier and leaner in a tight black tank top, bra-less, with boot cut jeans on that hugged every curve. Her ears were the same shade of blonde as her hair and her fluffy blonde tail flipped idly as her red eyes glared at the girl calling her name. "What do you want, Cena?"

The younger Bakeneko sister put her hands on her skinny hips. "You know very well what I want, you whore! We need to get to Hades Central, right Lomena?"The smaller Bakeneko turned towards a shadowed corner of the small studio apartment. The woman, apparently called Lomena, stepped from the shadows with her favorite weapon on her shoulder, an AK-47.

She was as beautiful as the other two, as curvy as Lomena but as lean as Cena. She had blonde hair as well, with lavender eyes, and a skinny blonde cat tail and cat ears of the same shade. Her right ear was pierced, she was in a seductive black dress that was long in the back and cut just above her left thigh, she had stockings on and high heels and she had black gloves. "Well, it is time for the mortals to arrive. Wouldn't you like to scout the competition?" She seemed to be the even keel among the sisters.

"Yeah, get off your fat ass and come with us! If you didn't want to come, you should just open your legs for Lilith again and not have signed up as a group!" Cena sneered. Akane lifted one hand and motioned for Cena to come closer. Curious, the younger sister leaned in, only to have Akane kick her, full force, in the stomach. The kick sent the smaller Bakeneko slamming into the wall.

Lomena sighed. "You keep that up, we'll never get our deposit back…" She turned and looked where her sister had slid down to the ground. Cena was shaking her head, seemingly only slightly dazed by the blow. "Whatever, let's go…" Akane said with a sigh as she stood and walked towards the door.

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The trio arrived in Hades Central shortly after the new arrivals had been dispersed. The three, very attractive, Bakeneko sisters wandered the town for a while as they enjoyed the gawking of those who had never seen demons before. After a while Lomena pulled a scroll from… Someplace on her person.

"I had sleeping arrangements prepared ahead of time. I thought we could use a break from Lake Cocytus." Akane winced as her sister said the name of their home and Cena shrugged. "So where are we staying?" Lomena pointed to a rather nice demon-only hotel. "When we need to rest, we can go there." The three sisters nodded at the same time.

"For now, I suppose we can wander about at our leisure…" It wasn't a moment from the time Lomena finished speaking that Cena and Akane vanished into the crowd. Lomena chuckled and started awaking towards an arms shop she was well known at.

Akane found a bar in a tavern called "Sleep in Tavern" that was full of humans. She was soon drinking alone in the corner, happy to have some liquor to help ease her mind. Cena managed to climb up on a building and was dangling her feet off in a child like manner while looking over the crowds.

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Gonu Igo was brooding behind a building after the great speech. After all, he didn't want to be here, except that he did. He had a tragic past, that will take three episodes to go through, and he was brooding over it all. He wanted to fight, but he hated to hurt people. He had power, but all he wanted was to be normal… Or more powerful.

So behind the Sleep in Tavern he sat with his swords at his side and a very confused look on his face.

[KingNickolas]

Inside of the sleep in tavern, there seemed to bit quite a bit of buzz. Xelos didn't like it very much, and Richard thought nothing of it... As usual. The duo's group had rented their own room, a dining room of course, which could be seen by the rest of the quite big tavern, through many small windows in the walls. The Sleep in tavern was a very big place though, and most people spend their time in the bar, or in a bedroom. A dining room was probably a great place to hide, or so thought the party of five.

For an hour or so, they just sat about drinking. Something was bound to happen, in the very least.

After that long time of nearly complete silence, Steven the barbarian let out the first words: "This is taking a long time..." He said, in a simplistic voice.

The words echoed in the room, and a resounding nod came from the rest of the group afterwords.

"Whhhhat wouuld you exsspect?" Hissed the Ghoul in the corner of the room. "Weee arre in a verrry closssed offff placccee..." The slithery voice seemed to melt into the air as they slid out of the ghoul's gaping mouth.

It was then that Xelos piped up with his two cents of the conversation: "It's prOBably because we look so bad ass." He said with a grin, nodding his head, with his hand on his chin.

Richard said nothing. He does that sometimes.

Bob then said in a big voice: "I highly doubt that anybody could see US as a threat. ME maybe. But a human, a goul, and a couple of pipsqeeks? I very much doubt anybody has even a hint o~"

"WHO'RE YOU CALL'N PIP SQEAK?!" Shouted Xelos from the other side of the room. "I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I COULD PROBABLY LIFT TEN TIMES YOUR WEIGHT!"

One again, Richard said nothing.

After the imp talked, there was a roar of laughter from the other party members. "YOU CAN HARDLY HOLD THAT PITCHFORK THAT YOU HOLD!!" Yelled the human.

"YOU'RE SO SMALL, I COULD PROBABLY KILL YOU JUST WITH THE WEIGHT OF MY BIG TOE!" Roared the Troll in laughter.

Richard again said nothing.

Xelos's face turned an even brighter shade of red, as he lunged across the table at the troll's neck, only to be held back by the hand of Rich. "LET ME AT'M!!! NOBODY INSULTS THE GREAT AND MIGHTY XELOS KEGNAR!" He screeched at the top of his lungs.

The yells of laughter and small mad imps attracted attention from the rest of the tavern. There was soon a small crowd outside the windows. When the rat let go, Xelos charged, and with a mighty uppercut punch, the troll went through the windows, pissing off quite a few people.

[Laucorn]

Vin Scranton dismounted his futuristic looking motorcycle and looked at the horrid and nightmarish landscape of Asphodel.It was everything the legends had said and more. To some it might have been frightening to the point of death, but to Vin it was just another journey; a bizzare journey, no less.

The air was hot and rank, and the screamings of the damned quietly echoed through the massive kingdom. It was as if the Demon Lords had muted their suffering for this very tournament.

The tournament...any and all could come, from what the Angel said. People could have any wish their heart desired. Seemed dubious, but why not? Everyone was a mercenary for what they truly wanted, or so he believed.

Time to put that to the test.

"Heh this is quite the place eh?" he thought to himself.

A large bald man wearing grey overalls, that seemed to be rather obese loomed behind him.

"So I will have the power of gluttony itself, then I will be able to eat forever." Gordo boomed.

"We'll both get what we want." Vin smirked, as he got back on his bike, "Where shall we go first?"

Gordo climbed back into a makeshift Dune Buggy he had created from spare parts.
"Doesn't matter to me, as long as we have some fun, my scrawny friend."

Vin grinned, as he hunched over his bike, revving it, blonde bangs obscured his eyes. "Let's ride, fatman!"

Doing a wheelie as he shot off, he drove deeper into the Hell Kingdom, Gordo trailing not far behind in his buggy.

So they're insanity began.

This post has been edited by Laucorn on Sep 8 2011, 06:37:25 PM

[Lucky Star]

Eli, noticing a generous amount of activity pouring from the old tavern, decided to go inside.

He beamed. Taverns were always the places where people started their adventures! Maybe he would meet a party here and they would go off and have adventures together. That would be nice. He didn't really like working alone, anyway.

He glanced around at the assorted cast of patrons. Devils of all sorts were gathered here, as well as myriad of humans and many other species Eli wasn't really able to identify.

As he looked around, he noticed a girl sitting by herself in the corner. The second he noticed her feline ears and tail, an instinctive passion kicked in and brought him over to her table.

"Hello," he said pleasantly, smiling at Akane and extending a metallic hand, "My name's Eli Tikentok! It's very nice to meet you!"

[Laucorn]

They were in some kind of wasteland as they drove, but Vin had brought a map.

They would hit town soon, and when they did they'd mingle with the locals.

Vin wondered where this quest would lead them next, he grinned at the prospect of fighting foes as strong if not stronger than himself


Gordo wondered what the house special was, perhaps it was Hellishly BBQ Ribs...yes, ribs. Mmmm...

[Marquis Refractor]

Mining deep in the caves was perilous business...? Dangerous business...? You get the idea.
Obtaining the shimmering, pearlescent mithrilite ore was a risky game, indeed, but the monetary and mana-rich values of it summoned fiendish and corrupt men in droves, to the deep subterranean caves.

"Yehaaaaw!!" one miner yelled at the top of his breath, "I've hit some, fellahs!"
While assimilating the prized ore, the miner had stopped striking the wall, to also examine why he couldn't break it any further. Chipping the surrounding rock revealed the tip of a strange amethyst in a section of mithrilite.

After a further strike onto the enigmatic crystal, the whole contingent blacked out, as it pulsed a strange tone...

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A crystal being awoke with a white glow, collapsed on the ground, as numerous memories and visions were rushing in and out of consciousness. The being stood up to face its existence, as it slowly adapted to a more refined human form.

« I exist, but what am I? »

'It' did not know what 'it' was. It examined its arms, which had strange glowing symbols engraved, and chains fused at the wrists with pickaxes attached. It also examined whatever parts of its body that it could see, which were also covered in the same strange glowing symbols, only to realise that it was naked... whatever that meant.

Examining bodies littered askew, within the now-abandoned mining camp, it only sought to figure out what had happened and why there was a collection of littered bodies. But, there were more pressing matters to attend to, as being naked seemed strange...

A further adaption took place as crystalline growths occurred to imitate the clothing found on the miners. A cloak from one of the bodies also seemed useful at the time.

« ...? Over there... »

A fallen torch's light shined in the distance, catching attention. Examining the reflection of himself on the pickaxes which were bound to his wrists, the being saw its own face: a smooth face made of crystal, similar to but not like any of the faces of the miners. A solitary chunk of shimmering metal obscured one side, but the smooth side had a glowing white void for an eye.

« Why... am I different...? I... am nothing. I am... Void »

The being twisted its head to look over it's shoulder, nothing there.

« Why do I feel a presence...? Where is it? »

Still, the feeling was unshakable, as the being began to wander into the tunnels without any justification as to why.

Without any sense of time, the being actually had no idea how long it had been as it emerged out of the cave's opening into a large cavern, unaware it had stumbled into the world of Asphodel, a not-very-nice place to be.

This post has been edited by Marquis Refractor on Sep 9 2011, 10:41:43 PM

[KingNickolas]

Bob the trolls went flying through the glass wall, thoroughly surprised. He landed in a quiet little corner of the tavern, where a cat lady was drinking some liquor, with a young man introducing himself to her.

Suddenly, the form of the troll melted into thin air, and in it's place a small hob goblin took it's place.

Bob yelled out in disdain, "My ring! Where did my ring go?!" Despite having just thoroughly pissed off a couple of people.

The rest of the group got into defensive positions to defend themselves, while Xelos and Rich raced forward towards bob, who until now was a humongous troll.

Rich still didn't speak, but Xelos yelled a "mighty" battle cry, that could have awoken some of the cats in the neighborhood. They charged the hob goblin with their weapons drawn.

[Gadreall]

Nolans and Vertiline stopped outside a tavern, and listened to the outburst from inside. Things seemed to be breaking, and there were shouts and other such noises; all of which made Vertiline cringe and put her hands over her ears. The Major General simply snorted, and walked on, trailing the Professor behind him.

The two wandered through the streets of Hades central for what seemed an eternity, but was in all probability only a few minutes, and reached a black stone wall, encasing a castle made of a black stone material. It was brilliant in it's own way, and terrifying in the same vein. The stone absorbed light, rather than reflecting it, and the place seemed to have a presence all it's own.

"Like it's made of lost souls..." Vertiline whispered, then covered her mouth with her hands. Zachariah never took well to her speaking 'out of line'.

However, the Major General, for his part, seemed to be ignoring the Professor totally, his eyes transfixed on the structure in front of him. It reminded him of something, some taste of a memory long past. Just enough of the hint to remind him, but not enough to trigger an image; merely a sensation.
Fear.

"Professor," he started, a dreamlike quality to his voice. "I believe we should go inside."

[Lord Ares]

Trek crept through the crowds of people, trying to find a place to hide, honestly. He weaved clumsily through the hordes of heroes, demons and everything in between until he was pushed into and stepped on the toes of a certain Four-Armed Dude. "What!? Watch where you're going, weakling!" Came the booming voice and with a shove, the human known as Trek found himself hurtled into the ground. "Owww! Hey… I…" If he had anything else to say, Trek was definitely cut short. The four-armed beast towered over him, glaring down at his frail form.

"Hey… what? What were you going to say, hmm? I didn't think so!" With a swift kick, Trek was launched through the air until he hit something, something… invisible. It slowed his momentum and caused a painful rush through his back. He could have sworn he heard a yelp as well, but the searing pain in his stomach and back masked his concern. "Please…" As Trek went to protest, the large four armed dude let out a boisterous laugh. "Buwahahaha! You want me to stop? You're the one who got in MY way, little boy. You should go home back to your mommy! Here, let me give you a hand!"

Rodane picked up the defenseless Trek and tossed him aside, the impact with the ground caused the weak boy to lose consciousness, a little bit of blood was leaking out of the back of his head.

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She was minding her own business at this point, but the impact caused her "shrinking" magic to fade almost instantly. The force of the larger body against her smaller one caused the fairy to be flung into the tavern at top speed. Being only two feet tall in mini-form had its advantages. The result of where she landed could be seen as an advantageous position.

For in seconds, Abigail found herself nestled in between the ample cleavage of a one Akane Roris. No doubt this would be considered a 'charming' introduction.