The door opened to the tavern in hell. Demons and Nethrrealm natives alike turned as the light shined in the darkness in the presence of God that entered their world. Fair skin and white hair, black and blue attire that sagged and held like that of a cleric, Fujin walked into the tavern, Nightwolf behind him.
"So," Fujin stared, "which one of you heathens have seen the Kahn of Outworld?"
A face in the shadows leaned forward with amusement. She watched as demons and natives to the realm alike stood and met the challenge of the God of Eathrealm.
Axe in hand, and swords at the ready, Fujin and Nightwolf were first to strike as the tavern filled with the rage of the Netherrealm. The bartender fled behind his bar, and the natives from the windows as demons surrounded the deity that spun with the wind and tore a hole in them and in the building's roof as a tornado of divine power lifted them into the blistered heat of hell.
As Fujin raised himself above them all and out of the tavern, Nightwolf pulled his axe from the chest of a red demon, and turned to face to others. His eyes caught the woman in the shadowy enclave and when no more bodies rushed at him, he carved a path to her.
Unable to remain neutral, the woman peeled herself from the shadows to meet Nightwolf and reveal herself.
"Sareena." Fujin caught them both off guard as he lowered down from the light that broke in through the hole above.
Bodies writhed and demons wailed, lives ceased and blood pooled. A slaughter before her feet, she gestured outside where they could speak in peace. Fujin nodded and granted her that wish.
Outside it was silent. The screaming had died and the natives not of demonblood as full as those that writhed inside had hidden away in the few buildings that comprised this port town. For now, they'd be safe, but Fujin knew better if feet did linger.
"I have seen the Osh-Tekk." Sareena offered.
"Speak." Fujin granted her further time in his presence.
"Allow me to go with you if I tell you?" She offered not just word but her service, of this Fujin took pause and Nightwolf responded.
"No."
"Then I speak no further."
"Heathen, you are of the Brotherhood of Shadow." Fujin narrowed his whited eyes.
"No."
"Then speak further."
"You know where he is headed, but only a native of this realm can show you where to reach him."
Fujin paused and thought this through. He looked toward Nightwolf, his face stoic, but his eyes could feel Sareena's blood on his axe. Fujin felt the need to reach out to him, a hand on his shoulder.
"She speaks truth, Nightwolf."
"Then you will take us to him."
Sareena looked back at the tavern, and the crowd that had begun to form and nodded.
"Then we best go now." Some of those in the crowd were demon and her words held urgency.