Ogoleithus, the Demon God of Chaos, is seen sitting on a rocking chair, reclined back, while watching American Horror Story. He resembles something of an H.P. Lovecraft-created creature. "HEY BRITFAG!" he shouted for his crony, Edmund Gareth. "Where are my nachos?!" A few months ago, Ogoleithus had been defeated by a pit fighter named Jimmy Randalf in the second Brutal Fists tournament. Now he takes his anger out on Gareth.

A few seconds later, Gareth, wearing blue jeans, church shoes, and no shirt to reveal his tattoos, came in the living room with a tray of nachos and queso dip in his hands. "Here's your damn nachos," he said in a voice that sounds something of a British Ron Perlman while he put the tray on Ogoleithius's lap. "I know you're mad about losing the tournament, but you don'-"

"BUT NOTHIN'! I'm just in a shitty mood is all." Ogoleithus took a chip, dipped it in the queso, and ate it. "You did a nice job on the queso dip... fortunately."

Gareth sighed in relief. Life as the servant of the Demon God of Chaos was hell, and he knew it. Everyday was a matter of life or death for Gareth, as even the slightest mistake or refusal could cost him his life. Almost nothing he could do would please his master.

"Is there anything else you want, O Demon God of Being a Pain in My Ass?" Gareth queried in a rather saucy tone.

"Hold your tongue, Gareth," Ogoleithus countered, "and no, you're good." Just as Gareth was about to walk back to the kitchen, a purple demonic humaniod creature teleported in front of him via a flash of hellfire, surprising him.

"My apologies, Edmund," Lilith, the creature, apologized.

"Quite all right, Lilith," Gareth replied. "What're you doing here, anyway?"

"I wish to speak to Ogoleithus," said Lilith.

"What is it?" Ogoeithus queried.

"I've just been informed that your most hated Mortal Kombat character, Quan Chi, is back from the dead."

This made Ogoleithus turn red with rage. "WHAAAAAT?!" he shouted, making Gareth and Lilith jump with shock of the volume of his voice. "But that's not possible! That bastard's master had his head and body separated from each other!"

"Sorry to tell you this, but Shinnok didn't revive him, rather, it was Belial, the legendary Prince of Darkness. Don't know how, but he did it."

Ogoleithus was bent over in rage, his eyes closed, his breathing unusually heavy. Gareth went over to see if he was okay. "Is everything alright, Ogoleithus?" he asked, only for his master to use a tentacle to smack him far against the wall.

"FUCK NO, I'M NOT ALRIGHT!" Ogoleithus yelled. "I hate that white piece of shit after NetherRealm turned him into a little bitch in MKX's story mode. I've lost all respect for him since."

"What do you plan on doing?" Lilith asked.

"Well, considering Belial, I know damn well that the Sphere of Wonders will be in play, just like in sprite-o's Epic Blades game idea."

"So, you're saying there's some tournament that's gonna be held?" Gareth guessed.

"You're damn right, Gareth." Ogoleithus gets up from his chair. "Come with me. We're gonna find out what Quan Chi's up to." Ogoleithus then walked out of the house, with Gareth and Lilith following at his heels.

to be continued...