After a long and epic between good and evil, the son of the Emperor, the Samurai, had managed to overpower the Nemesis of the World, Evil Incarnate, Aku. Using his sword forged by the Gods, the Samurai was ready to land the finishing blow against the dark being.

Aku groans and glares at his enemy "You might have beaten me now, but I will destroy you in the future."

"There is no future for you, Aku." The Samurai stated.

"I disagree."

And then suddenly, a dark extension of Aku's body managed to sneak up from behind the Samurai and impale him through his back. The poor warrior did not see it coming as he felt himself raised off the ground, coughing blood and dropping his sword. Aku smiled sinisterly as he unceremoniously dropped the Samurai to the ground. The Samurai barely enough energy to muster in order to get himself onto his arms and legs. His breathing was shallow and heavy, the hole in his chest bleed badly as the Evil he sought to destroy now towered before him, recovering its strength and now having major plans for his foe.

"A part of me now rests inside you." He said to the Samurai, who did not know a part of Aku's blackness was now slithering it was into his wound.

"Do not worry, Samurai." Aku said. "You will not die this day. I will send you to a place where MY POWER will help to heal you and recover your strength."

"W-W-W-What?!" The Samurai was barely able to say. "Y-You speak…madness!"

Aku laughs. "Indeed…"

And with his power, did the Dark One open a portal to another dimension, one where a place of torment and outer darkness awaited our hero as he was flung through the vortex. Both him and the sword.

"In time, you will learn, Samurai, that my will alone with be the only one that even you will follow." Aku's voice echoed as the Samurai flew through the portal. "You will see me again. But next time you will not be so fortunate."

Jack's screams filled the Vortex as the Black Malice of Aku that had made itself at home inside of the wounded warrior now began to reappear and spread from the hole in the Samurai's chest. It was the most pain Jack had ever felt in his existence, as blackness covered his body, hardening, reforming itself into an appearance that would be better suit him where he's going. The sword that he became worthy of, the very blade meant for one purpose, to slay evil itself, came along with and may soon learn the meaning of corruption all on its own. They continued to fall through the portal until their destination was close at hand.

Hell - Pentagram City

Knowing for being the starting point and welcoming territory for every newly damned soul, Pentagram City was no stranger to having newcomers fall out of the sky; it was an everyday thing. They come, they get used to things down here, they either sell their souls, gain power, continue to exist miserably…or they die a second time, courtesy of the executioners from the Heaven themselves. It was what they were doomed for their, a fate they sealed for themselves for even the smallest misdemeanors in their lives.

When a soul drops out of the sky, that usually involves them going splat, appearing out of nowhere, waking up to find themselves in their form of existence. This, however, was different. A portal, not natural to this environment, opened up in the sky and spat out a sole individual before sealing back up. Anyone who caught sight of it were bewildered, since that has never happened before. The person who came out of the portal and heading towards the ground at bullet speed, crashed like a meteor, shaking the ground and leaving a crater where they landed.

Much to anyone's surprise, they would see that this person landed on but a knee and were very much conscious during that transaction.

And it was a being who was mighty and tall in appearance, clad in a black and red Samurai Armor, spiked in demonic in appearance all on its own, a helm that shared similar features and design to its original source, with a main of silver hair in the back, and covering the being's eyes in shadows. A mask was over the Samurai's mouth, green in color with sharp, gritted demon teeth, and a long red beard just underneath that. At his waist, the sword he carried was just about the same in length and appearance; only difference being that the diamonds of the tsuka's wrappings were no longer a harvest gold, but as red as some of spikes of the matching armor.

Standing up on his own two feet, the warrior put a hand at his helmeted head as if he were dazed, which he hoped to have shaken off as he looked around, analyzing his bizarre surroundings.

"Where am I?" He said before taking notice of the very armor crafted around him. He could feel the very evil it was made of as it was sealed around him. "What is this?! What has happened to me?!"

Before he could analyze more of what had happened, a rather roaring sound was coming to him fast, followed by the sound of honking. And then, he could, coming to him at high speed itself, a mechanical wagon, a car, one that wouldn't have run him down if he had not ducked out of the way. The car had fallen into the crater while the Samurai saw everything on the other side of the road. But another car came, honking at the warrior, only for something unexpected to happen. Drawing his blade, the Samurai had caught an entire corner of the vehicle off, making the car move and kid of control before wounding up in the same crater from which he emerged.

Coming out of the cars were some of the most strange and rather grotesque creatures the Samurai ever laid his eyes on, having the looks of demons and monsters he only heard in tall tales of his youth. As they climbed out of the wreckage, he could seem them turn their attentions on him, knowing that he was responsible for this incident, they glared heavily at him, one of them, a hound like creature, even growled angrily, but the Samurai was undeterred.

"What the fuck was up with that?!" A smaller demon snarled, being the size of an imp with green skin and curved horns, wearing such ragged clothes that the Samurai would not expect from a demonic being. Even the way they talked with such vile and disgusting words, Jack did not expect any of this from these creatures.

Despite how the situation seems for him, the Samurai upheld his honor above all things and had his hands a prayer position, bowing to the demons who confronted him.

"I apologize. I am new here. I did not mean to offend either of you." He said respectfully and formally, which only seemed to shock the demons, who looked amongst themselves.

"Well yeah! That much is fucking clear!" The green imp yelled before pointing to the crater. "But how the fuck do you make a crater that big, just by arriving?!"

Jack brought his head up and looked to the crater. Even he was surprised by this, believing that he would've met his end by slamming into the ground as he fell. And yet, here he stood, supposedly alive and well.

"I…do not know." He answered honestly.

While the imp just didn't know what to think of this, the Hellhound was not caring the least and simply looked peeved at the fact that the Samurai why his car ended up in a man-made ditch.

"You're gonna have to pay for my car, freak." It growled, only to be met with Jack putting his hands together and bowing his head again.

"Please, sir. I did not mean any harm." The Samurai said.

"You're about to get harmed if you pay up for my car!"

The imp tried to intervene "Bro! He just got here! How the fuck is he gonna-" but then, the hound through him away as he towered over the Samurai Jack.

"Pay up for my car, or get your ass ripped apart!"

"Please. This doesn't have to go any further." The last thing the Samurai wanted was to make enemies, else he'd be in the worse situation, but he already knew that there was no talking his way out of dealing with this feral creature as it brandished its feral claws and frothed at the mouth. Without another word, it leaped to the Samurai, intending to kill him in one blow.

But the warrior was faster.

The Hound would up hitting nothing but as it turned too late to see the Samurai, having jumped above its head and was now bringing the blade down on one of its arms, cutting it off in a single strike.

It's been a long time since Jack had been met with the drawing of blood, and he was not a fan of it then as he's not one now.

The hellhound screamed in pain, holding only a bloody stump where his arm was. He had enough strength to muster, glaring back to the samurai as his compatriots had seen it all and decided to gang up on the warrior.

"Grr! Rip this motherfucker a new asshole!" He roared. And once again, Jack was forced to draw his blade in the heat of a bloody battle.

For the first day in Hell, the Samurai would make an impression that would leave all eyes watching him, wanting a piece of him. But he would be ready for anything that this realm would throw at him. For nothing would stand in his way in his mission.

He had to get back.

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