Zero Vs. Khaos Vs. Erabella Vs. Havok Vs. Jude, that's right, BRAWL UNTIL YOU FALL!!!

[Ghost of The Fallen]

~With a flash of lighting, a man appears in a small room. The room was well lit, had nothing in it, but a red door for Entry. However, on the opposite side of the Entry, was another door. A red door with strange scratches, and char marks. Beyond that door, is the realm of Mystesia. All that could be seen were vast horizons of Black Grass and Bushes, and Pale White Trees. The skies were Blood Red, and the mountains that continued on in the distance looked as if they were made of only Obsidian. The realm was definitely strange, but there didn't seem to be any signs of other life besides the Grass, Bushes, and Trees.

~The man in the room smiled, he turned, and looked over to the door of entry.

"Perfect. Now, to await their arrival..."

[Inu Obscurum Ferre]

The doorknob jiggled, and made noise, as it was being turned. It opened, and from behind it, Black Tendrils began to reach into the room. The man's eyes widened, as he believed he'd met his doom, and screamed in agony, and fear as the tendrils got closer to him. The door opened all the way, and revealed a dark figure in the violet glowing darkness. The figure stepped in, and had long black hair tied into a ponytail, with bangs on the left, and right sides of his forehead. The tips of most of these hairs were red, as well as a red marking was on the forehead of the figure. It was glowing, as the incredible aura of the being began to lower itself. The tendrils retreated into the darkness behind the door, shutting the door on their way back in. The being stood 6ft tall, with black wings that had a wingspan of 16.4ft, and with a beautiful smile on his well-tanned face. His eyes were crimson, and he wore a tight-fitted red vest. His fingernails were long, sharp, and black, and he wore all black, tight fitted leather armwarmers. He wore tight leather pants on his long muscular legs, and black steel-toe boots. He stood before the man, and smiled. He spoke in a voice so smooth, and calm it soothed the man, and relieved him of his fear."

"Relax, relax, it's just me. I'm the special guest in this tournament, remember!?"



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[Duran]

A few minutes after the winged man entered, the door opened once again. Nothing too special happened this time around, unless you count a man obviously under the influence of something walking into a room. I don't. You shouldn't either. Regardless, that is what happened. Jude smiled at both of the men.
"Hello!"

[Zero Strife]

-There was knocking at the door everyone had just entered; the nearest to the door relaxingly opened the door, to have a small package with an envelope on top, shoved into his chest-
The envelope was a deep crimson, with graceful silver hand writing.

~Whoever opens the door receives the package and letter.

-This package, to whom it may concern, has been sent to Khaos the king of new hell or Alexi; whomever comes across the package first, please open immediately.
The package is handed over to Alexi, as he opens it cautiosly, and out falls a famillar warlock's hat, a note teathered to the tip-

Note: Ever pull a rabbit out of hat? Try pulling a rabbit out of this one, for wonderful a surprise.

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((What were the time limits for not posting again?))

[Khaos Satanos]

As the gathering stared at the warlocks hat, an ominous feeling crept through their hearts like ice. As this feeling grew in intensity, a Golden door burnt its way into existence, appearing in thin air. With a boom as loud as a thunderclap, the door burst into flame and shattered like glass, revealing Khaos Satanos, Crimson cape whipping about him though there was no wind in the room.
The Lord of New Hell looked about the room without ever taking his eyes off of the hat. The Dread Father had come for the tournament, but a brawl would suit him just fine. A feeling of elation overcame him as he scanned the note mentally. He would have smiled had his current form been capable of such a gesture. As it were, he had no mouth.

Khaos spoke and his voice reverberated throughout the room, a deep ominous rumble that sounded like a fusion between a lions growl and a roaring chopper.

”Pull a rabbit out of the hat huh? Cute.”

The hat drifted into Khaos’s hands and the Dark Lord eyed it Hungrily.

”I think its time that you make your appearance, little wretch and stop wasting my time!”

Khaos thrust his clawed fingers into the hat, while simultaneously releasing a torrent of Hellfire through the Warlocks hat.

[Zero Strife]

-The action was almost instant, like the top to a fully heated kettle, Zero burst out of the tip of the hat followed by a flourish of hellfire-

Zero: YEEEEAOOOOOWWWW! Fucking hellfiring clown, of hell!!! Im on fire!
Zero's body erupted in a burst of snow and was covered a thick dual layer of ice, the ice however did not look nore feel normal. Zero stood in the center of the room as the mythic hellfire was doused away, a look of relief lay upon Zero's face.
The abnormal ice shattered leaving Zero with his arms crossed; zero now wore a disgruntled look about him, he looked at his clothes as they hung off of him as tattered rags.
Zero snatched his warlock hat and it had instantly been re-formed back to when it first arrived, no hole in the tip or harsh scrorch marks among the inner lining. This regeneration of Zero's trademark hat only seemed to happened when Zero touched it.
Zero smiled, and pulled the hat over his head. The hat slid down his whole body devouring him, a few seconds after the hat sat on the floor, Zero sprouted out of the hat, with it on top of his head. Zero was grinning again with excitement, his eyes flashed briefly from yellow to scarlet, Zero's clothes had been replaced with his normal attire of a scarlet vest, long black coat, adorned with silver buckles and chains around the torso, chains hanging off of his shoulder weaving under his arm pits a few inches away. Zero was also wearing a ornate black dress shirt under the vest-

Zero: Gotta make a note, to not ever air mail myself in my hat to you Khaos, hahaha.

-Zero did not show it but Khaos's antic of burning him, was a crack up-

Zero: So when are we starting, I am partially hurt already, lol. Makes things interesting and fun, but I am getting bored

[Erabella V. Idise Laroon]

She was high into hte air, dving straight for the ground below. She somersaulted in the air right before she would hit head onto the floor and landed with silently with much grace behind the two that were there. She laugh as she walked up behind them, from hearing part of their conversation as she was landing.

So Khaos had already burnt a bit of Zero? That was non-surprising, everytime the boys were around, they always ended up hurting each other. She walked up to them and placed a tender hand upon Khaos shoulder and gave Zero a warm smile. She shook her head slightly, her long curls twisting beautifully around to her waist as she did so.

Boy, boys. Wait until they announce the start of it all. Don't be too anxious....who knows, you might even worry too much about hurting each other and not notice me.

She smiled deviously at the two and blew them both a kiss as she walked ahead of them. But after a few steps, she stopped and turned to the two.

Are you two lapdogs coming?

[Zero Strife]

Zero: Heh, lap dog? I bow before no man or woeman no matter how powerful or beautiful.

-Zero pondered what type of battlefield, this brawl would take place at. Zero waited as patiently as possible, excited for the coming brawl.
A slight pressure began to breach out from Zero, slowly expanding over the room, the pressure would have made it hard for normal people to move about, within a small radius around Zero; Zero was growing impatient-

[Duran]

Jude was thoroughly amused by the antics of all the people in the room, however he, too, was growing impatient. He decided that formalities were in order.
"Well, while we're waiting, we might as well talk. My name's Jude."
He turned to face the closest person (Which I'm going to say is Zero) and offered his hand.

[Khaos Satanos]

Khaos smiled to himself at Erabella's remark. The Vampire Queen had a way with words, and Khaos had to stifle a chuckle.
With silent ease, two thin, barbed Darksteel chains slithered forth from his shoulders and hung motionless in the air, suspended. At Khaos's will, they snaked themselves through the air and wrapped themslelves around Erabella's waist and yanked her back into Khaos's strong waiting arms.
Khaos placed one hand on her stomach and the other on her neck as he bent his head, coming up next to her ear.

"O queen of Night, your words, as always evoke such emotion within me...Tis a pity that so soon we shall erupt in beautiful Violence!"
The Devil-Gods voice was dark and husky, with an underlying hint of seduction.
As He held her close to him, his great crimson cloak began to wrap about her, as if encasing her to him. A Soft, pleasurable warmth that the Vampire probably hadnt felt in years seeped through Khaos's touch and into her skin. It was like the soft glow of the sun, but without the horrible burning it would normally accompany with her race.

[Zero Strife]

-Zero's gaze shifted to Jude-

Zero: Ehh? Oh, nice to meet you Jude. I am Zero Mana Strife; The Scarlet King.

-Zero took Jude's hand and shook it gingerly with his right hand-

[Inu Obscurum Ferre]

Alexei smiled. He'd realized that nobody in the room knew who he was. He'd come from a dimension not to far from his own. Even Khaos, his own near lifelong companion didn't recognize him. The moment Alexei would introduce himself, Khaos would pretty much be the only one who would know who he is. Alexei never revealed his true name, in the past. most only knew him as the demon, NightMare. He still was, but preferred his birth name, at this point. He walked up to Khaos, and looked up into the glowing green eyes of the Morningstar Incarnate. Alexei smiled, and spoke in his usual apathetic, beautiful tone.

"It seems our reuinion was inevitable, Khaos. I have set up this tournament of the strongest, to attract you. Just as I anticipated, and you did not disappoint. I have come from the deepest, darkest depths of time, and space. Just to find you."

Alexei's smiled instantly became a smirk, as he looked at the Devil-God of hatred, and at the vampire who stood before him.

"You've changed completely, since I'd last seen you. Not only apprarance, but taste in females."

Alexei spoke up, and to the others.

"Hmmm, I've come for various reasons. Reasons that I will explain shortly.

Alexei looked at the man, and winked at him. Shortly after, the man vanished.

"Now, let me introduce myself."

Alexei's wings spread open, to their full 16.5 wingspan. Shortly after, 4 other wings spread from his back.

"I am Alexei, Obscuredo. First son of Mephistopheles, Pure Essence of the Morningstar, and Bearer of Darkness. The Eternal, and Surpreme Lord of The Lucixeia. Formerly known as the greater demon, NightMare."

The True Lucixeia stood at the door leading into Mystesia. He bowed to the group, and looked up into the eyes of Khaos.

"In the flesh."

Alexei stood up to his full height of 6ft. and smiled at the group before him.

"The rules are simple. Fight until you realize the truth about this realm, if you are to see the truth before the time runs out, you are the winner. If you think too hard of what this realm is, you will be immediately ejected, and disqualified from the Mystic Tournament. Beyond this door, lies a realm you have never seen. One that has lots of space for destruction, and one that the earth feels as soft as sand, but is truly as solid as an earth made of pure diamonds. You will understand what this means, as you enter Mystesia. I'll see you on the other side."

Immediately, Alexei vanished with a flash of blackened violet light. and the door leading into Mytesia opened.(refer to Ghost of the Fallen's Post thoroughly, for description of setting.)

"Once inside the realm of Mystesia, the Mystic Tournament will begin, and everyone can begin fighting."

[Duran]

"Well, good luck to all of you"
Jude drew both of his swords and took a running start out the door and into the black plains.

[Erabella V. Idise Laroon]

She smiled and soon laughed lightly as Zero had spoken. Typical thing that he would say really, and she took no offense to it, the name lapdogs was a mere little joke. Another guy nearby had spoken and she turned her attention towards him. She did a small curtsy and nodded at him before speaking.

Pleasure Jude. I am the Vamptress Erabella Victoria Idise Laroon.

She smirked at herself and stood with much power and aura emitting from her. But it was too soon that her proud and powerful moment be intruded by chains. Chains? She looked down at her waist and saw the dark steel chains wrapping itself around her waist without hurting her and pulling her towards....Khaos. She smiled seductively at him and let the chains carry her straight into his arms. His voice, and his breath on her ear made her shiver. Yes, shiver. Even though she was a cold being, and shivering was a rare thing that would happen to her, only hearing his voice would break her down so easily.

Khaos Satanos....am I really such a powerful being as to induce such strong emotions from you? I can feel it in your aura....it’s like looking for a black puddle in a vast field on white snow. Fairly easy to point out, but yes, such a shame. I might need to avoid you in the field....I don’t think I can live with myself, if I knew that I had hurt you gravely...even if you can handle it, or heal measurably fast.

Although she sounded so calm and confident, her insides were stirring and she knew exactly what he meant about words being able to evoke emotions within one’s self. That was exactly what he was doing to her! But it was the ending that her voice gave away the emotion that she was feeling. It was truth that she had spoken, and her voice fell into a whisper so only he can hear. She closed her eyes and bathed in the warmth that was surrounding her. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him, letting them rest lightly around his torso, resting her head upon his chest as her body slowly soaked in the feeling of the sun; a feeling that she had forgotten centuries ago. But that moment between them was too short, for another being had spoken. Reluctantly, her arms dropped away from Khaos as she turned around. But she still let her back rest upon him and her head was still lightly leaning against his chest. The being’s aura was strong and vaguely familiar....who did that aura remind her of? She saw the look that he gave Khaos and her eyebrows furrowed slightly; but she shook it out of her mind. After the rules were set, the door opened and she looked beyond it for a moment, but then her eyes gazed back to Khaos, wondering if he was going to just bolt away from her and through the door first, or was she going to do it.

[How Bella looks like for the Tournament]

[Khaos Satanos]

Khaos would have smiled had he been capable of it. As Alexei introduced himself, mixed emotions welled up within him. The Demon Nightmare had vanished years ago in what was Inu, but to reappear now, like this? It was a joyous occasion and Khaos’s warm arms wrapped tighter around Erabella.

As Alexei spoke of the rules Khaos stiffened. This was not just any tournament apparently. The winner needn’t be the strongest fighter or the most skilled, the winner need only figure out the truth. If that be the case, the tournament was simply a huge waste of time.
Khaos couldn’t simply tear himself away from it however. Alexei had piqued his interest with his speech and the fact that Khaos’s longtime rival Zero Strife was here meant that Khaos couldn’t turn his back on this now.

Khaos nodded to Alexei.
”It is good to see you old friend. The Lust of Battle has long been a vice of mine. Your tournament was bound to attract the likes of me, inevitable is a perfect word for this.”

When Alexei Vanished into Mystesia, Khaos stepped out from behind Erabella coming up beside her. His gaze indicated that he was looking straight ahead but people who knew him knew that where he was facing was no indication of what he was actually looking at. His eyes burned with fierce green energy and his muscles had become tense.

Khaos spoke directly into Erabella’s mind, knowing that she would hear his voice and welcome it rather than try to fight it and probably win that battle.

Erabella. I am going to apologize in advance for my actions in this tournament. I will be fighting to win, and if I have to activate the Wrathangar to win I will. If this happens and I turn on you, I want you to fight me with everything that you have or leave. I don’t want to have to hurt you more than necessary”
Without waiting to hear her response Khaos began walking towards the door. Erabella was a strong opponent, and could hold her own against the best of em’, but very few people have been able to stand up against the full power of Khaos in Wrathangar. With Zero’s presence in this tournament, it was becoming increasingly likely that Khaos would have to push himself to his limits to defeat the wily old freak.

[Duran]

The first thing that Jude immediately noted upon entering the strange new realm was how grim it was. The ashen landscape coupled with the crimson sky filled him with a strong dread. However he shook it off once he remembered Alexei's warning. He promptly found a shortcoming of his own, as he knew that he would find it hard not to give this place some thought. Hopefully the others would provide an adequate distraction for him. He turned his head as he ran, wondering when they would enter. He also wondered if he has been running long enough, or not, or even if running was an appropriate thing to even be doing. While he was thinking this, he ran into a obsidian bush, and quickly became entangled in it. How embarrassing.

[Vashiel Angelus Satanos]

Suddenly there was a loud skittering sound, as millions of insects began coming from under the doors. Massing in the corner, Scarabs, Cockroaches, Bees and flies piled on top of each other, creating a pillar of grotesquery. As quickly as they came, the scuttling vermin began to break down, retracting from the pillar, though it did not decrease in size. As the Insects slithered and crawled away, returning to the festering cesspools of filth from whence the came, a figure emerged in their wake.
Rising from within, a six winged Angel leaned in the corner, beautiful even through his grim visage. Vashiel Angelus Satanos, General of the Burning Legions, Lord of The Order Grotesque had arrived at the Mystic Tournament.
He surveyed the scene and smiled at Zero’s antics. He nodded to Erabella, Khaos and Alexei in turn before heading towards the door, following his brother’s lead.

Soon. I will have the battle I have always desired. My True test of strength…. he thought to himself as he folded his wings and entered through the scarred door into Mystesia.

[Zero Strife]

-Zero's grin widened from ear to ear, as he ricocheted around the room, and dashed at a third of normal speed into the door leading into mysteria.
Zero looked around the dimension, and frowned; Zero drew out malice mizerable and chaos penalty, and phased out, his energy could be ligltly sensed among the large trees, his eyes piercing the through the foliage, scanning the area for other fighters-

Zero: Not what I hoped for, but I'll make the best of it hahaha.

[Duran]

Jude untangled himself from the bush, giving it a firm kick once he was free. Feeling quite embarrassed, he decided to look to see if any other fighters had entered the realm, and turned around just in time to see Zero phase out. He closed his eyes and he sensed a wisp of energy which he could only guess was Zero's. He opened his eyes and got into a defensive stance, awaiting an attack from Zero.

[Khaos Satanos]

Khaos satanos strode confidently into Mystesia, his great crimson cloak billowing behind him as if it had a mind of its own. With great difficulty, Khaos pushed his thoughts of Erabella out of his mind. A warrior, especially one such as Khaos, could not afford such distractions, even if they were usually welcome. He had already appologized for what may come, thereby clearing himself of any and all regrets he may have later on.

The Devil-God surveyed the area about him. The realm felt strange, but familiar. It pulsed with a beat he recognized but could not place. Taking in everything at once, Khaos spotted Duran untangling himself from the bushes. A feeling of bloodthirsty elation welled up inside him and he felt his body tense, preparing for the surge of Violence. Behind him, hanging comfortably in place though no strap was worn, The Devil's Heart pulsed amiably.
Khaos clenched his enormous fists, drawing Hellfire to them. The Flames bit and licked at his Pitch black flesh, burning the very air around him.

Without warning, The Dark Knight pushed himself off the ground, a crater emerging in his wake. Such force projected from him that he shot through the air, breaking the sound barrier as he did so. In Midflight, Large Black wings, bat-like in nature erupted from his back and he guided himself earthbound once more.

As Khaos guided himself back to earth, he covered himself in Hellfire, draping it about himself till he was as a meteor about to crash. The Target: Duran.

The sky seemed to rip open as Khaos, bright as a supernova came crashing down atop Duran, both fists prepared to turn his opponents body into pulp, The flaming aura around burning at 2000 degrees.

[Duran]

(That is uncomfortably hot and bright.)
Archibaldo began to burn fiercely, almost as though it could sense imminent danger, and enveloped Jude in a thin veil of magical energy. Jude seemed quite surprised by this, but his surprise was quickly thwarted by a ferocious light from above. He crossed his blades, preparing for the impact.