Disclaimer: I don't own Lo Wang...I just wish I had his Batcave. Also the glowing sword, that would be good ;)
Lo Wang looked around the desolate landscape, the tears of the sky easing the burden of the world Hoji had forced Enra to sacrifice himself for. There was nothing left for him here – no victory. His world had been ravaged, violated by demons from this shadow realm. His mind burned with the irony of it; they defaced his world, and he restored theirs. Where was the justice in that? Angrily grabbing Hoji's mask, he stepped past the outstretched grasping hands of the crying woman at his feet and cut open that dark world to return to his own...
3 Months Later:
~You've got the Touch! You've got the Power!~ blared the radio inside the nearest restaurant, as Lo Wang made his way down the streets of Osaka. He turned, and for just the briefest of moments, he almost expected Hoji to be there. 'All that time previsualizing, and Hoji gets stuck in my head right along with my song', he mused internally, 'Seems like I should have just gotten into a big fight, bashing yaks' brains in with a sign that said "Prepare to get Wanged". Heh, maybe I wouldn't've...'.
He stopped there, shaking his head, reaching down briefly to touch the quickly-faded mask on his belt. Unlike most people, Lo Wang didn't live in the past – his life was constantly in the now. Now, clenching his fists, he was doing what was the best use of his time while he waited for the Swiss bank accounts he arranged to empty out into his new petty cash fun – beating the fuck out of every artifact and home Zilla ever owned, and tracking down each and every piece of shit left by those motherfucker shadow-realm demons. If somebody owned so much as a Teacup of Minor Annoyance, he was going to ram it so far up their ass they'd throw up orphaned chimney-sweeps from the 18th century.
Lo Wang continued his walk down an alleyway, noticing as he moved further into the shadows that the mooks who had been following him were getting ready to jump him. The hobos up ahead didn't look that friendly, either – probably mooks playing dress-up, since their leather shoes were shiny and smooth as a glass dildo. As he flipped the first idiot to jump him over his shoulder and drew his sword from underneath his coat, he took the time to think,'That reminds me, I should visit Lady Cho down at the Crimson Rose – I could use another happy ending...I still haven't gotten the one I wanted'.
In about two seconds by Lo Wang's count, the alleyway was down two hobos, two mooks, and one very pissed-off alley cat with a stepped-on tail. Sheathing his sword, he continued to the giant neon sign that read in Japanese and English, "Kuzuri Antique Trading". Entering the doorway, tinkling bells announcing his presence, he gave the counter clerk one look and said,
"My name is Lo Wang – by the way you've just pissed yourself like a little pussy, I guess you know what that means. We can either do this the hard way...or the fun way".
The clerk's eyes grew wide and fearful, as he backed away hastily. Slipping on something on the floor, he proceeded to knock his dumbass out on the rear counter. Stepping forward, Lo Wang looked over the corner and let out a breath of air bemusedly.
"Huh. He really did piss himself. Guess that means the shit's here."
Wang jumped the counter, and threw open the door to the back room, drawing his gun. After a second standing still, he holstered his gun and turned on the lights. 'Reaaaally should have done that before I charged in – glad nobody saw that', he thought.
The shelves of artifacts in this back room were extensive, but what Lo Wang wanted was a new arrival on the table right in front of him. He stepped forward, and carefully picked up what was once a piece of Mezu's armor. Some of the smaller fragments had ended up going through the portal with him, and as with anything related to the world-changing revelation that alternate realms existed, it was snapped up by buyers almost instantly. Wang wouldn't have bothered if it was just a piece of the shitty armor Enra's meatshield goons had been wearing, but this was made by Hoji. Hoji, whatever his faults, made some fantastically crazy shit – and Wang didn't want that anywhere on Earth or elsewhere. Hoji deserved to die in peace, and take his inventions with him before someone had the fucking nerve to put more sins on an old demon's grave.
Wang drew the Nobitsura Kage, hidden deeper in his coat than the normal sword he carried around. He wished sometimes he had never picked it up before leaving that shitstain place, but hey! Glowing fucking laser sword beats emotional breakdown every time. As he began to bring the blade down, Hoji's mask began to rustle on his belt. Shocked, Lo Wang pulled the sword up. The rustling stopped. He continued this several times, until he narrowed his eyes and said,
"Hoji, if you're actually still fucking alive and just pulled a fucking prank on me, I'm going to make you wish Enra had Xing's body treat you like a prison buddy who just dropped the soap!" as he slammed his sword down on the table, grabbing the piece of armor. Placing Hoji's mask on the armor, he hoped and feared that something would happen...and then realized the sword was still on the table. 'SHI-', he thought as the sword began to glow along with the mask and the armor, and the world turned black.
