Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters within, except for Death by Chocolate.

Here's the second Behind the Scenes chapter, taking place after Round 3, just before Round 4 gets underway. I hope I got Kirei, Gilgamesh, Axel, and Daken right. I don't know them too well. As a side note, this chapter gets a little... violent. Just warning you guys.

A Winner Is You: Behind The Scenes

Chapter 2: The Thrill of the Hunt

Death by Chocolate frowned. He stood at the middle of the aquarium stadium; broken glass, hardly recognizable in its original shape as a gigantic beveled seashell, covered the area around him in so much glittering destruction. Destruction in and of itself wasn't so displeasing, but when he was expected to clean it up, it lost some of the thrill. His eyes, yellow as lemon wedges, darted about in their sockets. "And this is what I get from the man I want to win."

"I have no doubt in my mind that you can get this cleaned up easily, sir," the pointy-haired manager said with a clueless smile that returned to his face whenever DbC stopped making his life hell on Earth for a few moments.

"You have no mind to doubt with," Death by Chocolate casually replied. "And the damage gets worse. What did you guys need a mile-wide aquarium for, anyway? Don't answer that."

"So, let me make sure I've got this straight," Axel interjected as he casually reclined on the twisted steel wreckage of a lifeguard tower, playing with his spiky red hair absentmindedly. "Our objective is to make sure that the winner is somebody who lacks either the power or the will to kill you if you can't grant their wish, right? So anybody but Kyuubi of the last four."

"Right. I don't think Roku would kill me if he could, although I'm not sure. I am a demon, after all. Either way, we're about evenly matched. Sylar probably just wants to saw open the heads of all the superpowered people here; I can give him that much, and he doesn't have the combat sense to take me on anyway. Orochimaru's a tough cookie, but I don't think he's quite tough enough to take me, and he may just want a few scrolls of ninjutsu that human eyes have never beheld. So the only real issue is Kyuubi, but I'd say he's the strongest of the four."

"You have yourself a demon problem." They looked around for the source of the exhausted-sounding voice. An older man walked into view, having climbed onto the edge of the arena to approach Death by Chocolate. "And whenever people have demon problems, they call an exorcist, yes?" He was now close enough that Death and the others could study him. He had dark grey hair and a face that suggested middle age, or possibly somebody who was becoming old before his time. He was lean, with a black shirt and blue jacket, and a glint of gold below his collar – a small cross. "I'm Kirei Kotomine, and I think I can help you."

"You're a priest," Axel noted, "and yet you're here to help a demon?"

"To deal with another demon, yes," the man said with a small frown. "I have extensive experience in the fields of the evil and supernatural both."

"That's quite the offer," Death by Chocolate chuckled. "What's the catch?"

"A spirit named Gilgamesh is threatening Lancer's life," Kirei explained. "I need Lancer to leave this tournament intact. I own him, you see. In addition, I would like access to the more in-depth view of the tournament that you and yours enjoy."

"Easy enough," Death nodded. "I was just going to go deal with Gilgamesh anyway. Mewtwo!"

With a crack, Mewtwo appeared at DbC's side. "What is it?" he asked, annoyed, but his expression changed to curiosity when he noticed Kirei.

"Mewtwo," the fudgy fiend spoke, "Wolfwood and the artificial creature were unable to defeat Kyuubi, even with you to help out by playing false God. Do you think, working in the shadows, this mysterious, less scrupulous priest could do any better?"

Mewtwo understood what Death by Chocolate was asking. "Kirei Kotomine, a man of both the clergy and the Mage's Guild of his homeland. Strongly connected with a tainted holy grail. He was born human, but… not entirely anymore. He's almost closer to what Axel is."

Kirei's scowl deepened. "Please stop reading my mind."

Death laughed. "And he's sharp! Kirei, you're hired. Don't disappoint me."

Magneto floated in. "The first fight, between those two pirates, has started."

"Excellent," DbC said with a nod. "I've got a plan. Kirei, you're with me. Magneto, you too, but stay out of sight. Mewtwo, step in if anybody is going to die out there. I can't always make sure Stitch is on the scene. Axel, get that data from Vexen's lab as soon as he leaves it unguarded, then report back to me. Doughy…" he addressed the pointy-haired executive. "Make sure the VIP room is locked, and then get me a chocolate milkshake."

"From where, sir?"

"You're finally learning. Haagen-Dazs."

--

"Gilgamesh," Death by Chocolate called out. He stood in the basement, with Kirei glowering at his side. "I know you're here, O ancient hero-king. GET THE HELL OUT HERE!"

"You don't have to shout," Gilgamesh replied with a smirk as he appeared a dozen feet from the demon, a wall of swords behind him. "I can hear you just fine."

"Yeah, wipe that smirk off your face," Death growled. "I've got enough trouble without you wrapping my contestants up in this crap. Lancer can't even be more than the fourth or fifth guy down on your Kill Bill list. So I'm afraid you'll have to pack up your Noble Whatevers and leave the premises before I call security." A large sword made of solid chocolate formed in the demon's hand. "Because, you see, I am security."

"Does this really matter to you?" Gilgamesh asked, his golden armor gleaming even in the dark of the basement. Death by Chocolate (and his sword) could be seen reflected in it. "I mean, you can't hardly deal with Kyuubi right now, and he can't even fight his way out of a paper bag-"

"-Or a little boy," Death by Chocolate finished. "Yes, ha ha ha, it's funny joke, but the thing is it isn't true. You could wind up dead if you're still here at the end of the show. But the thing is, you won't be, because you were just leaving, right?" He raised the sword, and it got even bigger.

"This isn't your place, Gilgamesh," Kirei added.

Gilgamesh noticed Kirei for the first time, and his eyes widened briefly before narrowing as his smirk left him. "Fine, I'll take my leave for now. But you'll regret this, Death by Chocolate," he vowed as he vanished. "And I'm not saying vaguely in the future, either. You'll regret this immediately!" His last word echoed vaguely around the cavernous room a few times before fading away as well.

"Dick," Death muttered.

"Well, that was irritating," Kirei sighed. "Shall we go? I'm eager to grab some food and watch the fights." He had walked most of the way to the elevator before he turned, noticing that Death By Chocolate stood rooted to the spot, immobile. "Are you coming? Mr. by Chocolate?… hello?"

"God… DAMMIT!" Death by Chocolate swore. "He hasn't left the building!"

"What?"

"Gilgamesh… didn't… leave…" DbC snarled as he ran towards the elevator. "Come on! We need to get to the VIP room!"

--

"Well, shit." Death by Chocolate, Magneto, and Kirei stared down at the grisly scene in front of them. The long table was smashed to smithereens. One door was torn off its hinges. The one-way glass was cracked in a few places where tasteful potted plants had been hurled at it. The pointy-haired manager lay askew on the floor, papers scattered around him, with a chunk of mahogany pinning a leg to the ground. His breathing was shallow and uneven, and he clutched at a rather deep abdominal wound with both hands. It was evident he had already lost a substantial amount of blood.

Kirei knelt down beside the injured pencil-pusher. "What happened here?" he asked sternly.

"Hey guys," he wheezed with a smile. "I kept the papers in order. I may have bled on them a bit, though…"

Death easily pulled the piece of table off the manager and angrily hurled it away. "Who did this to you?" he asked coldly.

"Some see-thru guy in golden armor came," the manager coughed. "He drew a sword and busted out those two punks with the claws, and then vanished. Anyway, that young guy didn't like me very much, so he stabbed me. They just left, the girl said they were heading for the monorail."

"DAMMIT!" the semisweet scourge screamed.

"You called?" Axel asked, appearing in a burst of flames with a flash drive twirling round his finger. "Here's the info, by the-" Death by Chocolate slapped it away.

"You! Those two mutant kids escaped. Make sure no contestants bumped into them." He turned to Kirei. "Get him to the hospital. I'm not allowed to let him die. Magneto, cut them off at the monorail." He ran out the door as fast as legs made of unholy confectionary would carry him (surprisingly fast). Soon, Death heard voices in the halls and homed in on them.

"…Should retreat… now," X23 finished.

"And I say… back there and kick his ass back to hell!" Daken countered.

"He captured us both last time!"

"He got the drop on us last time!"

"All I'm saying is we should get some distance so we can analyze our foe!" As Death by Chocolate turned the corner and they came into view of them, he began generating a long tube of chocolate between his hands. X23 sniffed and turned around. "Damn, there he is!"

"No more mistakes," Death by Chocolate announced, hoisting up the new RPG launcher he had shaped. "This time, I'm terminating you two!" Planting it on his shoulder, he fired, and a chocolate rocket whistled down the hall.

"By the kami!" Daken shouted as he and X23 dove into a side hall, dodging the rocket. DbC growled and followed them, reshaping the empty tube so that it was loaded again. In the next hall, he found X23 smashing her hand through a glass panel bearing the words "IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, COMMIT WAR CRIME". She pulled out a twelve-gauge shotgun and primed it, the cuts on her hand healing already. "What are you doing?" Daken asked as he ran. "If you want to fight, use your claws!"

"Sometimes it's better to fight from range," X23 countered. As DbC placed the launcher on his shoulder again, she blasted him with the shotgun. He was thrown nearly off his feet and fired the rocket straight into the ceiling, causing several hundred pounds of plaster to collapse on top of him and sending a cloud of white dust rushing past the two unorthodox progeny of Wolverine. "See?"

"Point taken. LET'S GO!" The pair ran off. Several seconds later, a thick brown liquid oozed and bubbled out of the collapsed section of the building, leaving stains on the concrete. The liquid chocolate resolidified into a familiar yellow-eyed chocolate demon, who angrily picked a few pieces of plaster out of his reformed face, spat out some buckshot fragments, and ran in the direction they had.

--

The two had made it to the monorail platform, and found one of the vehicles empty and apparently in good repair. "And we are out of here," Daken growled, pressing a button on the platform to open the doors. He was tan, with a Mohawk and stubble, but had a somewhat Oriental appearance. He wore black pants, leaving his chest, heavily tattooed back, and arms bare, and sandals. "Are you sure we shouldn't just go finish him off?"

"He's too much of an unknown factor," X23 argued. She was younger-looking, maybe fourteen or fifteen, unlike her 'brother' who appeared to be in his early twenties (but certainly wasn't). She had a slightly darker complexion and brown hair, and wore a black bodysuit with brown patches that covered her to the neck. It was actually fairly similar to what Snake wore to the tournament. "We don't know the extent of his powers, and we don't know if he's working aloooooooooone!" She was suddenly jerked backwards and suspended in midair, coming upside-down face to face with an older man with a solemn face, decked out in purple and red armor featuring a helmet and red cape. "You're-"

"On bad terms with your father," Magneto finished, casually twirling X23 away from himself and suspending her in midair like a rag doll. Daken roared and charged the mutant; Magneto casually reached towards Daken, but blinked when nothing happened. "No adamantium?" Daken was fast - superhumanly fast, and Magneto didn't have time to prepare an alternate method of defense before it was too late. The son of Wolverine extended a set of bone claws - two from the back of his wrist, and one from the underside, and slashed at Magneto's ribs. The armor blocked most of the blow, but Daken pierced through far enough to draw blood under Magneto's left arm.

"Ahh!" The master of magnetism, unable to levitate his opponent, took to the air himself instead, catching X23 before she hit the ground and maintaining his hold on her. With his other hand, he wrenched an aluminum bench free from the concrete. "No matter. I can capture you another way!"

"I don't think so, old man!" Daken leapt into the air, his claws pulled back. His leap carried him higher than Magneto had expected, not only dodging the bench but carrying him the twenty feet up to his foe. "DIE!" Daken plunged the claws forward, intent on perforating Magneto's face; the older mutant managed to block by tilting his head forward and shielding his skull with his helmet. All the same, the helmet rang like a gong and the impact sent the dazed Magneto spiraling to the ground and dropped X23 like a ton of bricks.

"OW!" X23 landed hard on her back. Daken ran for the monorail doors; no hand up was offered, and none was expected. X23 decided she didn't have time to kill Magneto when she saw Death by Chocolate turn the corner onto the platform, and instead dashed onto the monorail.

Death by Chocolate ran for the monorail, but it accelerated out of the platform as soon as he got close. "I knew just having START and EMERGENCY BRAKE buttons on those monorails was making them too simple," he muttered. "You alright, Magneto?"

"I'll live," Magneto muttered. "I might be concussed, though."

"I'll have to fly after them," the demon sighed. "Catch up when you can."

"I didn't know you could fly."

"I can, but it's not easy for me." Death by Chocolate ran for the edge of the platform, his fingers stretching as webbing formed between them. "Flying slow is tiring, and flying fast is painful!" He leapt off the platform, flapping desperately with the huge pair of bat wings he had shapeshifted his arms into. Then, when he began to fall, he angled his feet backwards and held them together. Then his feet exploded, rocketing him forward and leaving a burnt trail. Soon he was only a few dozen feet behind the train, but he stopped gaining on it, and even started to fall behind. "Time for the afterburner!" DbC detonated his lower legs in the same fashion he had with his feet, launching him into the back of the monorail and through its opening back door.

--

"So…" X23 mumbled, "I hear you're Logan's son."

"Correct," Daken responded in a curt military tone. "Wolverine is my father, although I don't think of him as such."

"I thought he never married."

"He did, a long time ago but his new wife was killed. I was ripped from her womb, and my healing factor allowed me to finish growing as a test tube baby."

"I would say that's disgusting, but I'm a modified clone of him, and the details are probably nearly as grisly."

Daken inhaled deeply, and his head shot up. "Do you smell that?" he snarled.

X23 sniffed the air, then primed the shotgun again and walked to the back door/emergency exit. "Bittersweet chocolate… and a hint of brimstone." She kicked open the door, and gasped. "Get down!" she yelled, doing just that. Daken didn't have the chance, and had to flatten himself into the seat instead as a screaming demonic giant chocolate bat exploded into the monorail car and splattered against the far wall. As it began pulling itself back into a cohesive shape, X23 brought up the shotgun. "I guess you'll get your chance to fight after all."

"I suppose I will," Daken agreed, drawing both sets of claws and crouching on the seat.

Death by Chocolate solidified, his legs whole again, and X23 immediately fired a round of buckshot into his chest. However, this time he braced himself against the impact, and in the space of time it took X23 to prime it (she wasn't exactly an expert with the weapon), he leaped across the room and grabbed the barrel, pointing it away from himself. "That's enough of that," he hissed, driving his right fist into her nose as he pulled the weapon away with his left and sent it flying out a plexiglass window. She staggered, but remained upright from the strong blow, and Death's fist and forearm cracked from impact with her adamantium-reinforced face.

Before he could fix the cracks, Daken was upon him, kicking him into a pole used for balance by standing passengers and driving his three claws into Death by Chocolate's chest. "I was painfully aware of being trapped in the chocolate, you know!" Daken roared, eviscerating the demon with his other set of claws before twisting both and pulling them free. Unfortunately, what would be an instantly fatal, vitals-rending attack against, say, a human or a tiger, only managed to pull two cylinders of Grade-A chocolate from the demon's upper torso into Daken's confused hands.

Death by Chocolate lowered his head and pushed forward, burying both horns into the bottom of Daken's neck. "You two were out of your league then, and you still are! It's what you deserve!" He pushed Daken away, but X23 was immediately upon him, her own twin pairs of adamantium claws extended. He blocked the claws with his forearm (which they cut most of the way through), and conjured up a mace in his free hand. He smashed her in the gut with it, knocking her back, and spun in a circle, swinging it. She caught it on one set of claws, and popped an extra claw from the toe of her boot, kicking and slicing across his still-reforming chest. Death returned the favor, lifting his leg and delivering a volley of swift kicks. X23 parried them all with her adamantium-reinforced arm, but during the fifth and final kick DbC's leg suddenly transformed into a sharp spike and telescoped, pushing X23 back to a wall and punching between the bones of her forearm into her chest to glance off her sternum. "Ha!"

Suddenly Daken was back, kicking at Death by Chocolate's impossibly long leg and easily snapping it. Growling, Death regrew his normal leg and took a stance with his mace, the wounds on his chest now nothing more than a memory. "I will send you back to Hell!" Daken yelled, springing forward. Death began swinging at him with the mace, but Daken swiftly weaved around, outside, and under the blows, scoring light slashes here and there. "What's the matter? Not as agile as a trained mutant?" Daken asked, dragging his claws across Death's thighs.

If I can't match his speed, I have no chance against Kyuubi, Death thought, not in despair, but in determination. With a sudden surge of speed, he brought his bludgeon down on the mutant's skull, half-destroying his weapon and stunning Daken. When Death by Chocolate swung the weapon back up, it was no longer a mace but a battle-axe, and he buried it in Daken's brow, sending him sprawling into a seat.

X23 was back on him again. "Fighting you two this way will get me nowhere," he sighed, creating a saber this time and swinging it wildly, keeping her far enough back that her shorter arms and blades put her at a disadvantage.

It didn't take her long to find an opening. She jumped diagonally towards him, kicking off a wall to plunge her claws into the side of his head. Totally unfazed, he dragged his face free as he slammed the blade of his saber into her ribcage and shoved her away. "Fighting you with claws doesn't seem to get us anywhere either."

"Yeah," he laughed. He threw the saber, slicing Daken's face as he got up and knocking him back down again, and held his fists and forearms out in front of him. They bulked up and lost definition, becoming a vicious pair of studded bludgeons. "You guys are pretty well screwed, because I have no weak points. At all."

"We'll see about that!" X23 leapt forward again, kicking him 'below the belt' and sinking her claw in, but as usual, he ignored the stab wound and pounded her with his enhanced fist, knocking her into the closed door. Wasting no time, he pounced on her and began pummeling her, raining blows down as hard as he could. X23's body didn't give, but the door did, and suddenly she was hanging half-out of the monorail car, with her legs kicking in open air. The monorail was circling the mall's wheel-like outer boundaries in excess of a hundred miles per hour, and it was connected to the sixth floor. If she was thrown free, she would freefall the seventy feet to the concrete below, not a pleasant prospect even for her. "Okay, this is going poorly," she muttered darkly.

"On the contrary," Death by Chocolate laughed, a pistol forming in his hand even as his arms changed back from gorilla-esque to their normal clawed, chocolatey, but otherwise humanoid shape. "Actually, this gun could be bigger." In the space of a second, more chocolate was added, and it was a hand-cannon. "Better." He aimed carefully at X23's forehead, and brown light began to emanate from the chamber. "Say when."

"Fuck you!" In response, Death fired the gun, creating a fiery conflagration. Before the smoke cleared, she leapt at him, the skin on her face still reforming, and began attacking him mercilessly. This time she kept her claws retracted, simply brawling, using her artificially high-density body to smash his brittle flesh and keep him off-balance. Daken, himself now recovered, got the hint and began pummeling the demon as well.

"I've had about enough of this!" Death's entire body suddenly sprouted thick, long spikes, forcing both of them back. He pulled the quills back before whipping out a pair of sub-machine guns, creating them even as he pulled his arms into position to shoot, and buried them both under a hail of fire. This only succeeded in forcing them a few yards farther towards the front of the car, but it was all the space Death needed. He telescoped out both arms much as he had with his leg earlier, slipping the points between X23's forearms and pinning her back against the metal wall. She screamed and started to struggle, but Death pulled most of his arms back, leaving her nailed to the wall. Shrugging, he slammed his arms forward again, creating a 'W'-shaped piece of chocolate to bind her legs to the wall as well. "Crucifixion is always more fun than people make of it," he laughed.

"You're scum!" Daken launched himself forward, reaching Death by Chocolate before he could pull his arms back. However, Death simply raised one leg and turned it into an elongated spike again, driving it into Daken's left kneecap and causing the mutant to fall forward as he attacked, slashing deep lines down DbC's torso.

The demon frowned and picked Daken up by his mohawk. "Open wide," he said with a laugh. Daken instantly recognized something was not kosher with his request, and clamped his mouth and eyes shut. "Fine, I'll force my way in. This will hurt more, though." Death by Chocolate transformed one finger into a short blade, and slit the mutant's throat, pulling his head back to widen the cut. Before it could heal closed, the demon shoved his hand, then his entire arm into Daken's neck, before melting and flowing entirely into his foe's body.

"Ergh… UGHHHH!" Daken began convulsing on the floor, struggling with this most unholy invasion of his body. Fluids that should have remained inside him began pouring out of his ears and nose. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the blood flow and the seizure both slowed and came to a stop.

"HOLY SHIT! Are you okay?" X23 asked, pulling her body painfully against the chocolate restraints. She couldn't get any leverage, and they didn't budge. What a stupid question… a demon just force-fed itself to him via jugular vein. Of course he isn't alright.

"I'm fine," Daken grunted as he forced himself to his feet. "I just… AH! I CAN'T SEE!" he frantically began clawing at his eyes, turning to X23. "I can't see!" he repeated frantically. "What's wrong?"

"I dunno!" she yelled. "Your eyes look fine to me, maybe a bit bugged out! Calm down and help me free so I can help you out!"

"I can't see, I can't see! AHH!" Finally Daken dug his bare hands into his own face and pulled his eyes out in what even X23 found to be a truly stomach-turning display. Then he looked up at X23. "Ah, much better." Death by Chocolate's glaring yellow eyes now occupied Daken's sockets. He began to laugh, the mutant assassin's voice fading into that of the demon's. "Surprise!" he laughed.

"You… you horrible bastard," X23 stuttered. She had seen some pretty horrible shit for a teenage girl, but this was a little beyond that.

"Okay, so I'm a little more physical about demonic possession," DbC chuckled. "So what?" he leaned in, face-to-face with X23. She could smell his breath; equal parts blood and chocolate. "It's not like it would hurt him any less with any other demon. Now…" Daken's claws popped out on both hands. "I think it's time I get to work, because this might take a while."

--

"Sorry I'm late," Magneto announced as he came in for a landing through the open back door of the car. "The monorail moves very fast, and I had to wait for it to come around again. How are you…" he trailed off in shock, staring at the sight before him. Daken, blood pouring down his face, eyes gouged out and replaced with a sickly yellow glow, slashed a semiconscious, crucified X23 across the throat. A bit of blood poured out, then the wound closed up… and her 'brother' slashed it open again. "What in the name of God is going on here?"

"Nothing," the demon casually responded. "There's a whole lot going on in the name of somebody else entirely, though."

"Good LORD, Death, are you possessing him?"

"At this point I'm actually wearing him. You see, my body is mostly in the space previously occupied by his brain, with 'threads' of liquid chocolate throughout his body so I can puppet-master him from the inside out. It's a very neoDemonic concept, you wouldn't understand it." He laughed. "Most bodies just decay when this happens, but he's still more or less alive. That's the sick part."

"And the girl?"

"I couldn't figure out any quick way to kill her. I can't just do this to her because the adamantium gets in the way and makes it very difficult. Right now I'm just slowly draining her blood."

"That's indescribably cruel!"

DbC merely snorted. "Yeah… but like I said, no alternatives."

"I'm really going to have to put my foot down here, and say we should let her live," Magneto said, tearing the entire section of monorail she was nailed to free and holding it out of the demon's reach. "She's a mutant… this really doesn't sit right with me."

"Fiiine," Death by Chocolate conceded, rolling his eyes. His irises were hard to see, so it went unnoticed by Magneto. "But Daken dies."

Magneto sighed. "Agreed. You've probably destroyed more brain tissue than he can regrow anyway."

"Take her somewhere far away from here, where she won't annoy me, and be back by nightfall." Death by Chocolate walked over to the 'Stop at next exit' button on the front wall and pressed it, causing the monorail to begin to slow. "I've got to go… oversee things." Daken's body promptly swelled up like a balloon until it burst in a shower of gore that spattered Magneto and X23; in an instant, the demon's body was fully reformed in his place (although slick and red with blood). "You know, I'm in a really good mood now! That fight was just what I needed. I'm not going to even hold it against old Gil." He turned around, but Magneto had already left, and Axel had appeared in his place. "Yes?" he asked with a genuine, but no less threatening smile.

"Damage control went well. You'll need to provide an explanation why the monorail was down and sustained all this damage, but nobody saw X23 or Daken, except for Deadpool. And nobody believes Deadpool. Kirei's been really useful; he's not an almost-contestant, so his working for you doesn't raise any eyebrows except Lancer's. I, on the other hand, would raise a whole bunch of eyebrows."

"Your hair alone raises plenty of eyebrows," Death chuckled, wiping his feet when he noticed he was leaving bloody footprints on the tile. "Say, Axel, have you ever crucified an opponent? It's really fun."

End of Chapter

Yeah, maybe I should change the rating? Anyway, if you're wondering what was on the flash drive, it's just information on the contestants. Death and his cronies don't have the equipment or the patience to run advanced scans for information on all the contestants. Vexen does it anyway, so DbC just has Axel copy his data whenever he isn't looking. Axel knows all Vexen's passwords, I'm sure.

Kirei was added to the cast at suggestion of Aelsthla-Mental, but I think he fits. Assuming I'm writing him correctly.

As for Death beating X23 and Daken 2-on-1, yes, he's powerful (he is a demon - and a patron spirit of something), but it was also a good matchup for him. Nonmagical blades just aren't a very good weapon against things that can change from solid to liquid and back. Heat and cold are much more effective, along with anything enchanted to deal with demons. Otherwise, you just have to keep going until he runs out of stamina to regenerate... and that could take a long time.