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The whole crowd gasped. The two headed demon lay on the ground, both his heads lulled to the side, an unnatural position. Marshall stood above the spectacle, his blue axe bass held at his side. Black blood covered the sharp side of it, contrasting darkly with the bass's own paint.

There was a moment of silence, and then everyone stood, clapping, cheering, and screaming for more. Marshall looked up at his subjects on the stands. Rows upon rows of demons, vampires, unholy beings, and monsters. And they were all cheering for him, their King.

He raised his axe in victory, and was rewarded with more shouts of approval. "Who's next?!" he shouted over the noise, looking around for his next opponent. A gate behind him started to grate, and Marshall turned to see it slowly coming open.

Instead of just one challenger, four came out. Marshall started to study them immediately. The first to come out was tall, beefy, and ugly. He had old fashioned armor on, and a long sharp sword sputtering blue flares was attached at his side. Mironi, Marshall thought instantly, Prince of the Delta Sector. Sword made from a thousand souls he killed and captured himself. Watch out for his uppercut, its killer.

He refocused on the next one to come out. Mercutio, he recognized immediately, son of Blackwing, the Fear Demon. Don't look into his eyes, for if you do, you'll see your worst nightmare. Mercutio raped a hand on his helmet, which covered his eyes. Smart.

Then, a small thin, and old figure entered the arena. He had a white beard, and beady dark eyes. He wore no armor, like Marshall, and wielded a spear that was short and flimsy looking. King Neaphlim himself. The Spear of a thousand miles. Don't be fooled by its length and looks. One word from its master and it can elongate to a spear whose length is unimaginable. Break the spear, break the bond between its wielder, and ultimately, kill them.

And then, last but not least, a multi legged arachnid looking woman appeared through the gate. She had the mark of a black widow, which is how she got her name. Blood red hair spilled down from a circlet of thorns around her head. Lady Widow, Marshall thought slightly surprised, Pithona's own mother. She screeched, making everyone cringe, all except Marshall. Bite is venomous, spits acid, legs sharp a swords, can jump great distances, and is susceptible to light. Great.

Marshall expertly spun his axe bass around in one hand, putting the other on his hip in a mock gesture, "Oh, four against one? Isn't that a little unfair?" Mercutio raised his fists, having no weapons, "You said it yourself, there are no fair fights when it comes down to it." His voice sounded young, but it was deep, and it reverberated off the inside of his helmet, giving his voice a mechanical twist.

Marshall nodded, "I see." He grabbed the strap of his axe bass, throwing it over his shoulder, "In that case, I'll take you on with my bare hands. Seems fair enough." He looked up at the demon, a smirk already on his face.

Mercutio growled, "Do not take pity on me because I use no weapons!" Marshall looked thoughtful, "Oh, you use weapons alright. Don't think I don't know about your so called 'secret weapon'." He air quoted on the last two words.

Even though Marshall couldn't see Mercutio's face, he saw his body tense. "Leave him to me," he said in a dangerous voice, making the other challenger turn to look at their companion, "I want the first shot at this so called King."

Marshall rolled his eyes, "They can enter the battle whenever they want to. It won't make a difference, I'll just crush all of you like bugs. Leave now while you still have your heads."

No one in the arena moved. "Alrighty then," Marshall said cracking his knuckles, "Things are about to get interesting." The only rules in the arena was that there were no rules. To the crowd's pleasure, Mercutio charged forward, a well-placed blow aimed at Marshall's face.

But Marshall was too fast for him. Leaping back, he turned to the side, grabbing the other demons arm with blinding speed. He twisted it back, a loud pop echoing through the space. Unlike other challenger who would have screamed out, Mercutio held back a grunt, and flung Marshall away from him with his shoulder.

The King examined the demon, watching how he held his arm awkwardly to the side. "You can stop now," Marshall said frowning, "You can still get out of this." Mercutio laughed, "Pitying me again vampire? I came to win and that is exactly what I intend to do."

Before Marshall knew what was happening, Mercutio had charged at him yet again, this time kicking out at him. He moved, but wasn't fast enough. Mercutio's foot made contact with Marshall's jaw, sending him flying across the arena.

He hit the cage wall with a clatter of chain mail against rock, then slumped to the ground, massaging his jaw. He glared at the other demon, watching as he walked to him. "I gave you a chance," Marshall said, "I tried to save you, but you won't listen. I'm sorry I have to do this. But I have to…"

It was more to reassure himself than to put the other opponent down. Suddenly, with speed that defied everything, Marshall was in front of Mercutio, punching him in the gut. Mercutio, as strong as he seemed, doubled over.

Marshall took his opportunity. "I warned you," he said. Reaching behind him, he pulled his blue bass out, and chopped off Mercutio's head. It rolled a ways, before stopping dead center just a few feet away. Mercutio's body trembled, but only for a second, then slumped to the ground, spewing dark red blood.

After that, all hell broke loose.

All three challenger that were left charged, weapons drawn, and faces twisted in angry snarls. Marshall, who had anticipated this, grabbed Mercutio's head, and took off the helm. The first to see his eyes was Mironi. He stopped right in the middle of his tracks. Suddenly, without warning, he screamed, blood curdling and hideous.

He fell to the ground, covering his ears, yelling, "Nooo, make it stop! Make it stop!" His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he started to tremble. "Someone, please, make it stop! The pain, THE PAIN!" And then, he ended his own life. Grabbing his soul sword, he stabbed himself through, cutting off his cries with a gurgling sound. Black oozed from his wound, and the corner of his mouth.

Two down, two to go.

King Neaphlim and Lady Widow were not so gullible. They avoided their eyes from the head of Mercutio, and continued their charge. Marshall dropped the head, not wanting to kill anyone else the same way again.

Instead, he dodged a blind blow of acid from Lady Widow, and ran over to Mironi's lifeless body. He ripped his sword out of his chest, like pulling it from stone. He whirled around just in time to deflect a blow from one of Widow's needle like legs. She glared at him, hissing.

He hissed right back, flash her his demon eyes. He struck out with the sword, the blue flames leaping off and attacking Lady Widow. She cried out, holding out a hand to try and stop the flames. With his hearing, Marshall could hear everything. The cries of the crowd, the sound of footsteps on the dust covered ground, and then, a voice above all others. Pithona, screaming her mother's name.

It broke Marshall's concentration enough that Lady Widow was able to strike out with a sharp leg, impaling his arm that held the sword. Marshall hissed, drawing back from the spiderlike woman. Looking down he saw that bright red now stained his entire arm and half of his shirt. "Crap," he said through clenched teeth.

Looking back up, he saw that Lady Widow had made a full recovery. She was walking slowly to him, covering the distance like a cat would with a mouse cornered; with slow measured steps. He was almost sure that she was going to stab out at him again, but she took this opportunity instead to talk.

"My my, Marshall Lee, what have you gotten yourself into?" Her voice had a demonic sound to it, like a wine and a whispering hiss. "You broke my daughter's heart. You cast her aside like she was nothing to you, like you were too good for her. Once I defeat you, and become Queen, my little girl will be able to have whatever she wants."

She smiled wickedly down on Marshall, "And all she wants is you." Marshall didn't like the sound of that. "Oh yeah?" he questioned, hoping to agitate her, "So she can mount me on her wall or something?"

This only made Lady Widows smile widen, "Oh, no, of course not. I hope to keep you alive enough to give to her as her own personal servant. I don't intent to kill you, only brake you a little." Marshall looked into her blood red eyes, seeing the family resemblance to Pithona.

"I have to admit, that just vile," Marshall said. Lady Widow smiled, "Thank you," she said, as if it was a complement.

"And although I'm sure you think that's going to happen, I'm afraid I'll have to crush you like the spider you are."

Widow narrowed he eyes at him, "And how are you to do that, you arrogant fool?" Marshall shrugged, "Like this."

Without warning, he swung the soul sword around, bringing it down hard into the rock floor of the arena. A shock wave instantly pelted out, wiping Lady Widow and King Neaphlim off their feet, and sending them flying in opposite directions.

The pain in Marshall's arm was agonizing, but he held on to the swords handle none the less. A host of flying ghost like souls suddenly erupted from the hull of the sword, set free by Marshall. They swarmed around him, whispering and crying out.

"Savior, savior to our souls, we repay with healing," a mild voice whispered. Instantly Marshall's injuries disappeared, and he stood to his full height, the sword still grasped in his hands.

"Strength do we give, to win your battles, and knowledge of worlds past," It continued. Marshall's fatigue vanished, and he ripped the sword out of the ground. Thoughts emerged, knowledge of things past, and knowledge of the arts of killing. Thank you, he thought, I release you now. The souls started to glow, and as soon as they had come, they vanished, swirling out like the tide of the ocean.

When Marshall could finally see outside of the funnel of blue, he realized he was standing in a shallow crater. Lady Widow stood on one side of the arena, a look of pure shock mixed with anger on her elegant face.

On the other side, King Neaphlim was on his knees, his beady eyes swimming, "Spare me!" he begged. Marshall nodded, and with a wave of his hand, two servile demons came out of a hatch in the ground nearby, and carried the old man out of the arena.

"Coward!" Lady Widow screeched. Marshall looked back to her. "I offer you the same Lady Widow." She shook her head, her lips pulled back in a snarl showing her pointed shark like teeth. "I will never back down! I finish what I start. I am no coward!"

Marshall sighed, "As you wish. I promise not to hold back. Your death with be swift." Lady Widow hissed, "And yours will be long, painful, and slow!" She screamed before charging, all eight of her legs propelling her forward.

Just a few yards away, she pulled out a head from behind her. Marshall hadn't noticed her pick it up in the first place, and yet there was the head of Mercutio. Everything happened in slow motion.

He raised his sword in a defensive position, pushing it forward. It met Lady Widows midsection, right were her normal body mashed together with her arachnid half. He was barely aware of her screaming.

But before Marshall could look away, Mercutio's head came into perfect view. His mouth was wide open, like he was about to scream before Marshall beheaded him. His hair, which was a golden color, was matted and dirty.

And then, he met the eyes of Mercutio.

They were pure black, no pupils at all. Everything faded then, the crowd and arena disappearing until Marshall was standing in a black void. Fear pulsed through him, his own words echoing through his mind. Don't look into his eyes, for if you do, you'll see your worst nightmare.


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