The country of Cora had long since fallen into ruin due to the ravages of war. Streets were controlled by the new rulers of the country the Oralia empire and unrest lay in the hearts of the poorly treated masses, however within this discontentment some found ways to profit, one such venture was the illegal fighting pits which were hidden in the corner of every slum.
The worst of these pits as well as the most infamous was Hells pit, the pit was the largest and most influential fighting pit in the kingdom attended by the masses and nobles alike. Anyone could enter the pits so long as they had the talent and anyone could make a bet so long as they had the money, within the pits there was three types of fight: first blood, knockout and death match.
And so it was on an ordinary night in the darkest part of the slums that a figure stalked into Hells pit. The figure was of average height and wore a loose fitting black cloak that made it impossible to distinguish their figure or even gender, under the cloak the figure showed off a white mask filled with red markings with two sharp horns protruding from the edge of the mask.
The figure approached a table at the back of the pits where a frail looking older man resided, however you'd be a fool to trust that appearance alone. The man was in fact the infamous, if not unofficial leader of Coras underworld and one of the most influential men in the country, especially with the arrival of foreign powers, pissing him off was a sure fire way to be found the next day face down in a river.
Approached by the mysterious figure the man merely raised an eyebrow, fighting pits were still labeled as illegal by their new rulers despite there popularity leading to a numerous patrons appearing in disguise. Besides in the old man's experience it was usually the influential ones who felt the need to appear in disguise so it never hurt to be polite.
"Greetings guest are you here to place a bet or to fight yourself?" the masked figure let out a low gravelly voice "I'm here to fight." the old man nodded "first blood, knockout or death match." "death match." This made the old man take a sharp intake of breath, it wasn't that death matches were uncommon far from it but it was very rare for a newcomer to debut with a death match.
The old man however said nothing about this, afterall he had not built up such a huge ring of illegal fighting pits by being kind nor would he waste his time babysitting the weak incompetent or the deluded cocky, if the lad wanted to risk his life it was of no concern of his.
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"understood, your first fight will be in ten minutes against the regular crusher, if you wish to withdraw do it now you'll get no mercy here." The cloaked figure said nothing and the old man nodded "What name should I register you under and would you like to place a bet on yourself?"
The cloaked figure paused in consideration then spoke "register me under the name demon and I'll bet ten silvers on myself." the old man could have sworn he heard the mirth in the figures voice. "understood your fight will be starting shortly, please wait in the gallows until then."
The figure nodded and handed the ten silvers they'd bet on themselves to the old man, as the old man saw the figures hands a wicked glee swept through his eyes. A resolution in his eyes the old man held out his hands "I'm igrix I'm in charge of hells pit as well as most of the other fighting pits on Cora."
The figure shook the mans outstretched hand "demon, I'm here for the money." the old man smiled upon hearing someone so frank with their desires "well then I wish you the best of luck." demon nodded and walked off while Igrix leaned back on his chair and cackled "Now this'll be a good fight it's been too long since we had talented new blood on the pits, and besides," Igrix's voice quietened to a mummer
"I'd really hate to be on the end of anyone with hands like those, those types of callous's and scars don't come without the serious ability to survive such scraps." However Igrix's grin soon returned to his face as he heard the announcement just given out. "And for the last fight of today we have a special death match, for today it's our regular winner Crusher versus a new unknown Demon. Make sure you're watching closely folks as it's not a fight you'll be wanting to miss."
Igrix couldn't agree more, surely this would be a fight to remember
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