"An excellent job indeed, Dragon Emperor." Sorath smiled, "That was truly glorious. But now, it is time for the battle we have all been waiting for. Although, the word 'all' implies that there are more of us alive. Oh well, Apophis. I'm sure you'll be able to fix that afterwards. Some of them are holding up better than others, so your results may vary. But now, this is it. Good VS Evil. Water VS Fire. Creator VS Destroyer. Peace VS War. Heaven VS Hell. Christ VS Antichrist."

"I'm ready." Asher was shy yet confident. "I believe I can do this!"

"If you're so ready, then what are you waiting for!?" Lucien shouted, "Get over here!"

"I'm sorry." Asher apologized, "Are you ready to fight?"

"What do you think!?" Lucien couldn't believe how somebody with such a fast beyblade could be so slow, "We aren't friends! We're rivals! Shut up and fight me!"

"I'm sorry!" Asher launched Deluge Pisces.

With awkward timing, Lucien launched Serpentine Ophiuchus. The beys chased each other around the arena.

"Asher is just too nice." Sorath sighed, "If I were him, I would have told Lucien to shut up. If Lucien wins this battle, the final battle is going to be the beast from the east VS the pest from the west."

"I hope he loses." Apophis growled.

"Why?" Sorath asked, "It's not like Asher's going to do anything spectacular to his body. Oh, I see. You want it intact."

"That would help." Apophis nodded, "But, what I really want is the flesh of the Second Coming on my taste buds."

"I can't let you defeat me!" Asher resolved, "I have to defeat you and restore peace to the world!"

"How are you even going to do that?" Lucien asked, "If you destroy Nemesis, you destroy the galaxy."

"That's true!" Asher burst into tears, "I'll just have to find some way to purify Nemesis!"

"Purify?" Lucien was actually more calm than Asher now, "It's Nemesis. It's the very archetype of evil that I worship, and it belongs to me!"

"No!" Asher screamed, "I have to save the world!"

"Why are you crying?" Lucien asked, "Aren't I supposed to be the one who overreacts to everything?"

"You know how you never went to school?" Asher asked rhetorically, "Well, you're lucky! All throughout school, everybody would always pick on me because I'm bipolar! I'm ecstatic one minute and melancholy the next! All of my peers loved to see me cry! They would always laugh at me when I was crying and never when I was actually telling jokes! They would always pretend to be my friends, but they kept tricking me! Over the years, I learned to trust nobody other than myself, and that's how my sixth sense became so strong! And right now, I have a strong feeling that I am going to win this match!"

"Never!" Lucien yelled boldly, "Special Move: Diabolic Firestorm!"

Ophiuchus spun towards Pisces. Its snake-handling warrior spirit appeared as a deadly circle of flames formed around the bey.

"Don't you get it!?" Asher cried, "I'll wipe out your evil with a renewing flood of pure water! Special Move: Flood Of Enki!"

The green sea serpent rose from the Pisces bey. Water shot out of the bey's sides, extinguishing the fire. With no blades, Ophiuchus was defenseless. With a swipe of Pisces's fin-shaped blades, Ophiuchus stopped spinning.

"No!" Lucien yelled and stamped his foot, "This wasn't supposed to happen!"

"Are you crying?" Asher, perfectly calm again, cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"No!" Lucien was now blushing as he struggled to protect his tough image, "Umm... Lake of fire embrace my valiant heart! I shall become a powerful warlord in Hell and continue to fight until I am strong enough to overthrow Satan and become the new lord of demons!"

"Believe what you want." Asher nodded, "Though many bad things may be done in my name in eons to come, I will never be one to judge anyone based on their beliefs! I am sorry that I am required to kill you now, but please know that I am not doing this because of discrimination."

"Yeah, whatever." Lucien said, unzipping his jacket, "If it isn't too much to ask, could you use your bey to carve a pentagram on my guts? That would be pretty damn awesome."

"If that is what you wish." Asher was respectful even of the man who had declared rivalry against him.

He picked up his Pisces bey and began to carve Lucien's stomach.

"Hey that hurts!" Lucien winced in pain as his sunglasses fell to the ground and broke, revealing his red eyes with vertical pupils.

"You really are soft on the inside, friend." Asher continued to carve, "If you don't stop moving, you'll mess it up."

"Soft on the inside!?" Lucien shouted, still trying to be tough, "Was that a double entendre!? And, since when were we friends!? I hate friends!"

"How do you know?" Asher asked.

"I've... never actually had one." Lucien was now clearly crying.

"You do now." Asher began to cry again as well. "I'm sorry, though. I have to do this. When you go to Hell, if that is what you wish, please be happy and remember that you died looking into the loyal eyes of a friend."

The savior plunged his fist through the center of the pentagram on the rogue's stomach.