So i had actually forgotten about this until today sorry, so i wrote a quick small chapter while in work, since finance is so boring...


Nero shivered, he could feel the power roll of the man from here, he turned his back to him facing the announcer who made his way over to Nero, one more challenge and he could be free. the announcer addressed the crowd, letting them raw while he recapped the details. Nero wasn't paying attention he was waiting to find out who his next opponent would be, so its no surprise when he doesn't notice the crowds deathly silence or the presence of someone behind him. it was the announcer taking a step back that brought Nero to the present, he turned slowly, and there only a few feet away stood the man that was watching him. Nero suppressed the shiver, but not the shock he got when he felt the need to submit to this man.

For most of his life Nero had lived in cave, literally, raised by his mother making sure to stay out side the city, even though the wild lands are dangerous, a halfing in the city was more so. it was only when his mother died that Nero had no choice but to enter the city, where he became apart of the arena, at first a slave for the competitors and finally a competitor himself, so its no surprise that Nero has no idea who this man is or why he seems so important.

everyone was bowing to him in one way or another, but Nero refused to bow to anyone, instead he held his head high and glared down the stranger in front of him.

A predatory grin stretched across Dante's face, he was going to have some fun with this one, he could tell. He spread his arms wide.

"I'm your next challenge kid."

Nero allowed a small smirk to appear.

"Bring it old man"

They stared at each other for a moment before they where interrupted by the announcer, who walk in front of Nero before kneeling again.

"My lord, you shouldn't lower yourself to this Halflings level."

Nero growled lowly at him, before back tracking on what he had said, kneeling and calling him lord, slowly the cogs turned in Nero's head, this man was the lord, the king of hell.

his mother had told him once that hell was ruled by the strongest demon of them all, a true hunter and she prayed that Nero never met him for no one knew how he would take a halfing living in his domain.

Nero swore under his breath, mentally apologising to his mother, for doing the one thing she wished would never have.

He had just met the king of hell, not only that, but by not bowing he had just challenged the king of hell.

Nero hated his life.