Of the contestants that hadn't left the Coliseum, an old man, with a heavy, muscular build remained, wearing heavy, old, yet still protective armor. On his back, rested a hammer, big as a man's torso. This was the man Grey would have to fight before taking on the champions, this was the man, whom had truly never been defeated in the Coliseum. He had enough experience to counter the techniques of others, and for some reason, he had never gone for the championship, rather, he thought it best to stay at number 2, so he would never fall into the sickness, the hysteria that being the champion caused. He had strength beyond belief, and regeneration like few could believe. His name was Geezer, and he merely sat in peace, all the tendrils that had shot toward him were destroyed on the ground near him.

'Lil, please don't talk to it.'
'So harsh. What did I do to deserve this treatment?'
It looked up towards the girl, as well as the being that was with her. It's cruel smile grew.
'Well, isn't this an interesting turn of events. How long has it been? Still trying to kill me?'

'So, you're a healer are you? kind hearted person such as yourself, I shouldn't have expected anything less.' He smiled brightly.
'Would you be willing to give lodgings to a withered old man?'

Geezer sat and watched the group converse, all seemingly filled with dark power, of an unnatural kind. While he sat in peace, several spectral swords began to surround the edges of the mile wide Coliseum.

Spectre had tracked Grey's shadow portal from the Coliseum, to Nijuu's home, and carefully inspected the ground around it. He smelled traces of Omega's power, and wanted to destroy it before it had a chance to ruin his plans.

Nijuu smiled warmly. "I was happy to help." She said to Grey, and looked at the man whom called himself 'Kai'. "I don't mind an extra guest in my home, if you don't mind a moody cat." She said.

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A white cat...though small....barred the stranger's path. Hissing and growling lowly. Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow softly, as a four petaled pattern upon her forehead began to do the same.

Spectre ignored the cat, walking by it, toward the site where Grey killed the snake. He followed the scent of blood and shadow, until coming across Midnight, Grey's gunblade. With a smirk, he took it, and walked away.

Grey looked to Nijuu with a sort of happiness, then spoke, "Being a knight without regeneration......I was quite lucky to come across you......being around you also helps with Genesis, he can't stand natural healers, your powers make him weak, and that makes me happy......"

Nijuu looked at Grey. "It must be my mother's blood that he detests." She said with a slight giggle...hoping to lighten the mood.

Grey's right eye became blood red, "Well, he certainly didn't like that comment, but then again, he doesn't like much of anything pleasant." He heard the sound of a vehicle arrive, and then shut off in front of the diner, as man got off what appeared to be a massive, silver, assault motorcycle, built to withstand brutal punishment. A man in a black suit walked into the diner, threw a set of gloves to Grey, then walked out. "Ah, my vehicle's here."

Nijuu looked at Grey, then at the vehicle. "Vehicle?" She asked.

Grey looked to his assault bike, "Its essentially a motorcycle, except instead of a motor, it has a powercore, no fuel is needed ever, I could run it for four years straight and keep going, as long as my tires could withstand that. Was wondering if you wanted the ride of your life?"

'I look fine. But you look a little...peaky.' It held an unnerving calmness. 'What's the matter? Starving yourself? Going on a diet? Trust me, you'll never fit into that prom dress.'

He blinked over to Lilith, then all the way across the Colosseum with her in tow.
'Sorry about that, Lil...ith. I just think it's safer over here, especially with that thing so riled. And honestly, I think we just need to go for a wander into the 'backstage' area.'

'Thank you, Miss Hisashi. You truly are the kindest of souls!'
He looked over at Grey's bike. 'Well, it's definitely...big.'

Grey nodded, "There's enough weaponry in that thing to hold off an army. Its my mobile armory, its also fast transport, for when I'm incapable of using shadow portals. Plus, my last motorcycle became a berserk dragon's last meal."

Spectre appeared near Lilith and her allies, holding in his hand, Grey's gunblade, an artifact of Omega, living holy steel. "Well demon, and other creatures, do you think your master would settle for a relic of an entity, that is, without severally harming you. I just.....found this on the ground somewhere, this is a relic of Omega, the only entity that still sleeps in this age. I know who contains her, but that knowledge would you far more than you, or even your master has." He paced around, the gunblade shouting out around them, in an ancient language, completely incapable of being comprehended.

Mawthrough stepped closer until they were nose to nose.
"I promise."
He fixed her gaze with his, making her look at him.
"I PROMISE. Ok?"
He suddenly adopted a puppy dog look.
"Pwease?"

The only sign Darkion gave that he was getting irritated was a very slight twitch of the eyebrow.
"A regular comedian. I think you've been eating too much, as a matter of fact - why don't you go jump off a cliff, that should kill a few calories."
He wouldn't lose control in front of this... this abomination, and turned away, looking out over the arena.
"Why don't you go find a graveyard to haunt or little children to frighten? You serve no purpose other than a cheap scare."

Spectre chuckled, "Alright, I'll have to find some way to return this blasted thing to its owner. Was going to say that its energies are capable of slaying Genesis if applied right, but I see you aren't willing to attempt it." He walked away with a chuckle in his voice, as thousands, and thousands of warriors and spectators began to enter the Coliseum again. Any attempt at hostile action outside of the arena, would be immediately silenced by the being whom controlled the realm.

A loud voice spoke above them, as a presence which trumped all of their power combined spoke, "Those within my realm, only fights within the arena are sanctioned, fights outside of it are forbidden. Break this simple rule, and you will be tossed from my realm like trash, and never again be able to enter. So says the Watcher!" And as it spoke, all but the strongest warriors fell to their knees. Geezer smiled, as the fights were scheduled to begin again in an hour.

Mawthrough ran one sensual finger down her back and her clothes simply parted under his touch, falling into the water.
He turned her around, his eyes seeking hers, and his lips meeting hers.
Their kiss was passionate, intense, and almost all consuming. The world faded around the two. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.
Only their hearts beating together.

Then Mawthrough broke the kiss to see Inferno, one of the most powerful archangels in existence, standing behind Chastity, looking like he was about to explode.
"Hello!" Mawthrough said brightly.

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Mawthrough smiled at Chastity, playfully batting at her clothes, back in the present.
"And that's how our first real date went. Pretty crazy, huh?"

Darkion simply chuckled.
"Stronger? Than me? And I'm supposed to be intimidated by that?"
His voice hardened.
"I would advise you to remember who you are. Not who you were before I took you, because that's not even worth remembering. I mean who you are now, and that is three simple words."
He looked the thing straight in the eyes.
"My. Little. Bitch."
He did not look away, staring it down.
"You are DEFINED by me. You are OWNED by me. Whenever you decide to punish yourself by looking in a mirror, you see my face because that's the only face that you know to respect because without me, you are NOTHING. You are less than nothing. You are what I made you. My deformed pet. My failed experiment. The greatest failure I ever achieved. A purposeless thing, cast into the world to do nothing except make feeble excuses about living for carnage. Undeath has given me purpose, and do you want to know something? Slave? You amuse me. You stumble about mindlessly killing, and whenever I hear about your exploits? I laugh, because you're just culling the idiots stupid enough to come up against even my most meager handiwork."
He gave it a last bloodstained smile.
"And even then, you're still failing. Because that. Is. Your. Existence. One."
He patted it condescendingly on the mangled head.
"Big. Stupid. Failure."
He smiled.
"Understood?"

Spectre chuckled upon hearing the response that the undead being gave to the other. "Strong words meat bag, pretty passionate." He laughed again.

Mawthrough relented, and stroked her hair as he continued to talk.

Inferno was so angry he seemed unable to speak, a sword clenched in his fist.
Mawthrough, being a natural diplomat, saw his chance and took it. This was not the first time he had been caught by an angry father whilst being naked with his daughter. However, it was the first time said father had the power to obliterate a small country.

"Sir, whilst this may seem an extraordinary breach of your privacy and that of your daughter's, I may seek to remind you that this is entirely consensual on both mine and your daughter's behalf, therefore making your anger far less justifiable in the current situation, and indeed making a noted point you should in fact withdraw and let us conclude our business here first, a business which shall surely benefit all parties in a mutually shared sense of accomplishment by all concerned," he said in a single breath.

Inferno raised the sword.

"Time to go-!"

The Amazon Basin was completely incinerated in a mile-wide pillar of roaring divine flames.

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"Well... I am sorry about that."
They were standing in a place where time and depth seemingly had no meaning.
"We're standing in a dimension conduit, just a tick and we should be..."

The area around them changed into a sprawling lavish bedroom. A huge bed, shaped like a heart. A roaring fireplace in the grate. A jacuzzi off to the side. A kitchen right next to it. The skulls of various demons and beasts hung above the fireplace. Soft red silk and satin everywhere. A wardrobe as twice as large as the fireplace. And to complete the spectacle, a large gleaming glass case, set just to the side of the room. Inside was a medallion.
Mawthrough looked at Chastity in apology.
"Someone tipped him off... he must have done. But anyway..." He indicated the room around them.
"Me casa, su casa. What do you think?"

Nijuu looked at Kai and smiled warmly. "I live in the example my parents set before me." She said in reply. "They were good people caught in turbulent times." She looked at Grey with a 'strange' expression on her face. "I-I don't know." She said at length. "It seems like it would..." her voice trailed off.

Grey handed the waitress a hundred dollars, before walking out of the diner, and taking a seat on his metal beast of technological might. Looking to Nijuu, he smiled, reaching into a compartment, and taking from it a helmet. "In other words, wanna ride on this thing with me?"