Within Hells pit the atmosphere took on a feel of savage intensity as the guests of the pits stared in anticipation as a newcomer came to challenge one of the pits most popular veterans to a death match. Although the newcomer had not been seen before nobody commented on the undue death match, if demon was killed so be it, it just meant they were too weak to survive anyway. The world was a harsh place and no one had room to look after weaklings.
Despite the assumptions no one looked down on the demon, afterall underestimating an opponent was a surefire way to end up with a knife in your throat if you weren't careful, and the people who entered death match were either very skilled or very desperate either if which makes a fighter harder to deal with. The winner would receive no aminosity from the crowds and it was considerd customary to ask a defeated foe for their blessing before sending them to the afterlife.
There was no hatred between fighters, afterall they understood as well as the any other that there was no fixing the current rotten to the core country, let alone the empire and so it was each for their own. No one would condemn another for trying their upmost to survive in this harsh world which is why the fighting pits worked so well at current times.
As Demon entered the pit they came face to face with a large cheerful looking man holding a bloodied club, "Nice to meet you I'm crusher." called Out the man in a loud and jovial voice, contrary to his appearance, or at least his weapons appearance, "Demon." replied Demon in a detached voice and the two turned silent staring at the opponent who may very well be the last person they ever saw.
Trapped in thought the two stared at each other intently, well as intently as Demons mask would allow, when suddenly the announcers voice rang out "death match Crusher versus Demon, begin." as the voice rang out Crusher ran with a level of speed surprising for one with such a huge stature.
Unfortunately for the larger man it wasn't quite quick enough, weaving through his defences Demon continued to dance in and out of Crushers clumsy lunges and grabs as well as the swing of his club. To the crowd however it seemed as if Demon was only just avoiding the fists thrown by Crusher and that it was looking to be a very evenly placed fight.
Stopping at opposite sides of the pit Crusher stared down his aponent "Stop dodging and take it like a man." Yelled crusher, the effect was however ruined slightly by his large gasping breaths. Demon remained silent and finally went on the offence weaving in and out of Crushers defence Demon slowly got closer until finally he spotted an opening.
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Withdrawring the knife kept in their cloak demon moved in for the kill, in that instant the number of competitors in the pit dropped and the number of corpses rose. "Winner Demon!" called Out the announcer in an excited voice, giving a short bow Demon silently left the pit and went to collect his winnings from Igrix.
Igrix still sitting at his table smiled as Demon approached "good job kid, the odds were against you three to one so you made thirty silver." Demon nodded "Thanks." They replied in their gravelly tone and then walked off. Igrix smiled, the kid was clever, to most of the rabble in the crowd it appeared as though Demon had just scraped a win, this meant the betting odds on him stayed low allowing him to make more money in the long run.
His display also caught the attention of any veteran fighters in the crowd who could immediately tell he'd been drawing the match out using skill and had still won, opening up oppertunity for a sponsorship or a tournament position later on. Igrix chuckled once more things were going to get very interesting soon enough.
Walking out of the fighting pits Demon immediately climbed onto the roof if the nearest building and continued to jump from roof to roof over the ramshackled slum housing until eventually they arrived at an old and halfway collapsed cottage.
Silently scaling down the side of the cottage Demon dropped to the floor and scampered into the building. After looking around to make sure no one was present they let out a sigh of relief and removed the cloak and the mask, letting them drop to the ground what remained was a fith-teen year old girl with long curly brown hair and harsh violet eyes.
Quickly wrapping the mask in the cloak the girl placed the bundle underneath a rotting floorboard. Now that her disguise was hidden demon let our a sigh if relief and made her way towards the only livable room, entering the room one could see about seven children all under the age of ten curled up sleeping in various parts of the room.
Watching the children with a quiet smile Demon weaved in and out of the sleeping children to find a small place on the floor to curl up and sleep.
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- Autumn12