When she said "having his way with me" Mawthrough's muscles involuntarily tensed.
But he soon relaxed and sighed.
"I will never abandon you. Nothing could make me. I will stay with you til the end."
He locked gazes with her in one of their little intense stares they often shared, before stealing a kiss.
"Always. And I'm no knight. More a roguish knave. Far more fun."
He listened to her idea, then shook his head.
"They will NEVER agree to be in the same room as each other. We're going to have to trick them..."

The Coliseum's overall temperature dropped by thirty degrees, as ten figures appeared from the shadows, all around the area, watching, waiting for their challenger. They held a similar aura to Spectre, though weaker, however, united, they were a nightmare in the flesh. They had come, because they had to. A challenge was made, one they would either answer to, or forfeit their lives because of it.

Leo saw the figures appear, "hmm better finish this quick" he did not realize he said that aloud. "Quick, ha you really think someone like you could take me, yet you hope to do it quick. Let's just see about that." In what almost looked like a single second the man had appeared to have vanished, the man appeared to his right and rushed him. Jumping back just in time Leo pointed his finger at the man summoning up a couple snake and sent them after the man.

Grey continued to sit still on his motor vehicle, his wounds slowly healing due to his stims. In the hand he held Midnight within, green glyphs appeared on his hand, the very veins filling with the energies of the weapon. He would need every bit of power he could muster from the weapon to win his next match.

Mawthrough laughed at the idea.
"No offence, but I think your father might be a little more interested in me than the food."
He thought for a second.
"I've got it, but it's a ballsy as hell plan. We get them to the Null House."
He looked at her.
"Before you ask, the Null House is somewhere I went, once, as a boy. My father took me there - he used to study it, to attempt to unlock it's secrets. Put simply, it's a place where you could sit in one room, and an entire army of ravenous screaming demons could sit in the next room - and you would never know until you opened the door and looked. Power sensing abilities don't work, and every room is magically sound proof. Not to mention, it's strictly neutral ground in the long run. Any act of violence on it could have almost insane ramifications, even all out war."
He sighed.
"Mind you, I don't doubt your father will declare war on the whole underworld if it means getting you away from me..."

"Of course. And as for how we get them there..."
Mawthrough grinned wickedly.
"That's simple... the only way I could ever get your father's attention..."

Inferno sat in his mansion, in one of his more genial moods.
The world was going his way, in all but one regard. His daughter's fate still troubled him deeply...
Then a servant hurtled inside, carrying an envelope, looking fit to burst.
"SIR! This just arrived!"

Inferno took it and curiously opened it to read.
Eight seconds later, he uttered such a filthy curse it cannot be typed here, and raced out of the room.

The note read -

"The Null House. Tomorrow. I have her. We need to talk.
Yours sincerely, Mawthrough.
And Chastity - just so you know I'm not bluffing."

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Similarly, in Mawthrough's home dimension, a letter was carried to Mawthrough's mother, who upon reading it let out such a shriek that every demon within earshot instantly hurtled out of range of a rage-induced rending.
His father raced into the room, and she wordlessly showed him the note.

"Come to the Null House tomorrow if you ever want to see your son again.
Yours sincerely, Chastity, daughter of Inferno.
And Mawthrough, so you know I'm telling the truth."

His father said nothing.
Then...
"I knew that girl was trouble," he growled, and the pair of them instantly opened and went into a portal...

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"And not a single real lie," Mawthrough grinned.
"Lots of incorrect inferences... but no lies."

The man got rid of the snakes in one swing of his sword, as he readied his sword to strike Leo as he swung his sword. Leo countered with one of his daggers stabbing the man in the in the rights side of the chest with the other, removing it he stabbed him one last time shallowly in the left side of the chest not deep enough to pierce the heart but enough to send his opponent into shock. And just like that Leo had won the match, but before he left the arena he had healed is opponents wounds. Taking up a seat in the stands awaiting Greys match to begin.

Grey awoke after napping on his bike for a short time. Looking to his phone, he said, "I have.....twenty minutes.......twenty minutes before I fight them........"

Spectre sat in the stands, spinning an arrow on his finger tips. "What carnage awaits I wonder..........." The overall temperature on the Coliseum dropped below zero.

Mawthrough kissed her back.
"Hmm... our options...?"
He leaned in, licked her neck, stroked her hair, her back, her legs, kissed her chest, her lips, her body, undressing her with his eyes and hands...before long they were naked and he was on top of her... their bodies about to unite...

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"I think we should have a long serious talk about the weather," Mawthrough grinned evilly, and having deliberately gotten her in the mood, he darted backwards out of reach with his tongue out.
"Unless you want to do something else...?"
He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her reply.

Zigera had found a portal device to the Coliseum by tearing apart a corrupt arena official. She used it after taking an hour to figure out how to activate it. Looking around, she felt the presence of another entity, as well as traces from two of the others, though only minor traces of Omega. Looking around, she watched the board, seeing a recording of Grey's last fight with Geezer. She spoke the words, "Brother.........."

Grey used his portal device to arrive back at the Coliseum, standing in the crowd, awaiting his match. His veins were ice cold, and not just due to the low area temperature. With a long sigh, he gripped Midnight, and began to focus, letting some of Omega's energies into his veins, which then began to glow bright green.

Spectre chuckled, "Three entities in one place, how entertaining, luckily, the fourth is nowhere to be seen."

Mawthrough tilted his head - before licking the tip of her nose and again darting out of reach.
"Fun? You mean like tag and hopscotch? Whatever do you mean?" he said innocently, the faintest hint of darkness twinkling in his grinning eyes.

The floor above Lilith and Drake's heads parted, and Darkion moved down through it, carried on a conveyer belt of the undead.
They gently deposited him on the floor, and he dusted himself down.
They then lumbered away, moaning.
"Wondered where you'd got to..." Darkion remarked, looking at the pair of them. "Must be interesting, to have you all the way down here..."

Jim Slim Badabim was on the edge of his seat, the power present in the Coliseum from the entities almost making the amulet he wore buzz excitedly.
"Three entities... all in the same spot... simply incredible."
He sat back.
"Hopefully, this won't get out of hand..."

Grey placed his hand on the floor below him, and began to fuse trace amounts of Genesis' energies with the shadows in the area, preparing for his match carefully.

Zigera began to slowly approach Grey, feeling the presence of Genesis within him.

Mawthrough gave a growl of desire and gave in to his carnal dreams.
"Always... Chastity... always..."

Darkion shot her a cool calculating look, then he spoke.
"I know it very well. I created it."
He looked up at the ceiling.
"My unique ability is that anyone I bite is not only irrevocably killed and infected, but their corpses rise from the grave, complete with all the strengths they had in life, to do as I command. I already have a small army of peons, warriors and even a few former sorcerors at my disposal, but the curse that allows me to do so is unique only to me. The same curse also grants me nigh indestructibility, strength, speed, agility... and so on... but I am the master of it. I retain my human form, my body hosts it."
He sighed, as though disappointed with himself.
"Back in my early days, in my foolishness, I attempted to create an undead slave who, rather than being a standard slavering ghoul, shared my power, my ability to create, my curse which mocked God."
He shuddered.
"The curse... overran it. The arcane strength of it was out of control, ravishing it's frame and mind, twisting both, mutating it into the terrible monster you see running around being a nuisance today. The mind it holds is simply the hungers and desires of the curse given form. It is the curse that runs through my body. Whilst I am more, admittedly undead, man than magic, that thing is by far the opposite. It is a living curse which seeks only to completely annihilate and devour, to see all thrown into chaos."
He rolled his eyes.
"How uncivilised..."

Mawthrough looked down at her, and laughed a little.
"Are you sure this isn't just because of my prowess in the bedroom? Women have said similar things to me before after coitus..."
He nuzzled her.
"I love you... but surely you love me for more than my behind-curtains performance..."

"If it can die, it works. Basic, efficient, simple, deadly."

Spectre was able to hear the conversation between the undead and the demon, and he could only laugh to himself, hearing the boasts of power. The red arrow in his hand began to glow brightly, an arrow that could bind anyone, living or dead, to the eternal cycle, a method of immortality for the soul, a method of eternal hell for others.

"More than enough for another round."
He grinned mischievously.
Then his gaze softened.
"I can never leave you. For I am nothing without you. When a demon loves, it loves totally. It can never love again, and it cannot live after the object of love is gone. For you, I have thrown my existence away. And I do not regret it one jot."
He kissed her on the forehead.
"My everything, in the most literal sense of the word - my Chastity."

"Think of it as a bungee cord. When something dies, it jumps off. My curse yanks their bodies back from death... only they're on my rope. Animals, demons, anything - if I infect it, it dies and is resurrected, powers and all, as my willing servant."
He looked up.
"I infected one or two knights on the way down here... all I have to do is think about it. But first, I want them to mingle, maybe get some more knowledge for me to use later..."