Club God-Hand
Disclaimer: I don't own Berserk or any of the characters.
Griffith was successful in taking over the world. Hordes of demons roamed about and Apostles popping up everywhere, terrifying the very few humans left on earth. Such a sight was orgasmic to him.
Tonight he was walking with his posse which usually consisted of Locus, Irvine, Sonia, and a always confused looking Mule. An unusual sight caught his attention. A few feet away stood a building with vibrant colored lights flashing in it. Strange loud noises were coming out of it making the ground vibrate. Was it music? Griffith couldn't tell because it wasn't like anything he had heard before. Demons and humans were in front of the building in some sort of line where a big demon stood at the front door.
"What is this? I didn't approve of this" Griffith said in his usual calm voice.
He knew that he had to appear unchallenged to his comrades, but inside he was swarming with confusion. As he walked closer he noticed the big demon in front of the entrance was none other than Nosferatu Zodd.
"Zodd? What is the meaning of this?"
"Oh, uh, hey Lord Griffith. Waz up?"
"Waz what? Why are you speaking in such a foreign dialect? What is this place and why are demons and humans in the same area with not a speck of bloodshed around?"
"Well my lord…it's because this is called a club."
"What the hell is this …club nonsense?"
"Well it's just things are settled differently in a club. Not through fighting."
Now Griffith was furious. How could he have missed this? He was supposed to be feared by all. Who would have the nerve to put such a foreign object on HIS earth?
"Not through fighting? Well how else is there to settle something?"
Zodd shifted his gaze down and drew circles with his foot in the dirt nervously.
"Stop acting like a school girl and tell me already!"
"Sorry my lord! Things here are settled…through dance."
Griffith and Zodd stood in silence for a moment. Griffith burst into a cackle.
"Ha! You must be joking."
"Are you afraid that you can't dance?"
Griffith stopped laughing abruptly and his expression grew dark. Zodd preemptively cowered back, anticipating the worst.
"Of course I can. This is just the next thing I'll have to take over. I'm going inside"
"Um… actually you have to wait in line just like everyone else."
"Zodd god dammit literally, just let me in!"
"Ok ok sorry my lord."
Zodd rolled his eyes when Griffith walked past him into the club. In the middle of the room hundreds of people and demons were dancing vibrantly to the music. There was a man above them spinning a odd disc like object. Griffith soon figured out that this was the source of the strange sounding music. A spotlight went on him and the man spinning the discs spoke into a stick (aka a microphone).
"Welcome Lord Griffith to Club God-Hand!"
The crowed jeered wildly. Griffith smiled smugly.
'Hmmm, this won't be hard at all." he thought.
Just as he finished the thought was interrupted when the crowd started shouting…
"Dance off! Dance off!"
The sea of people split open to reveal his arc rival…Guts.
To Be Continued…
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