Yay or Nay?

[Ryan - Loki]

With a loud thump his body crashed against the ground and slid backwards, a trail of dirt from the barren land following close behind within the air. The figure was dressed in a silk-like, black suit; extremely business type. He was tremendously clean cut, no facial hair upon his face whatsoever, and his black hair styled right to the very last strand, it spiking out and backwards, horizontally, with several strands cascading down his crimson eyes. Rolling over and leaning his weight onto his right arm, the extremely well dressed figure looked up and towards his attacker, a mixture of anger and fear portrayed across his facial expressions.

The land around him was barren and dead. No signs of life could be seen in any direction, and in ever direction the horizon seemed to stretch on for eternity before reaching the orange, yet almost crimson, sky. Every so often through the horizon mounds of rock and pitch-black flames could be seen protruding from within the ground. There was no sun burning high, the clouds across the crimson sky, there wasn’t even a single breath of a cool breeze. The air was stagnant, as dead as everything else. This was a level of Hell, a level of Hell that belonged to none other than Shokun Hiroshi.

“What the hell do you want?! ” Shokun spat to his attacker.

“…What do I want?” A low, yet somewhat shrill sounding voice replied. Slowly the attacker took but two steps forward towards Shokun, halting his movement once again. His left arm was placed above and behind his head, assumingly upon the hilt of a sword, as the constant rhythm of tapping upon metal echoed out through this silent realm. “That’s no way to talk to your God, ‘Devil-boy’ .” a wirily smirk keeping across his pale, and gaunt features.

At this point Shokun had lifted his body into a vertical position, apposed to the horizontal one he had been forced upon just moments before. “HAH,” he blurted out while brushing the dirt off of his now torn and somewhat tattered suit. “Loki, Loki, Loki…always completely full of delusions of grandeur.” At which point Loki merely bowed in response, taking his eyes off of Shokun; exactly what Shokun had been hoping for.

Rushing forward Shokun pulled back his right fist and prepared to unleash Hell upon his attacker, upon Loki. His build, his weight, even his height all completely dwarfed that of Loki’s, and he planned to show him exactly why he was a Lord of Hell. The ground between them was covered almost instantly, a cloud of dust kicking up behind Shokun as he flew towards Loki, his feet millimetres off of the ground. Now upon his target Shokun unleashed his clenched fist, however he was quickly cut short as his entire body jerked backwards and came to an extremely abrupt halt.

Tap, tap, tap. Slowly Loki looked up from his lengthy bow, glancing up along his right arm and his right hand, which was tightly wrapped around Shokun’s throat. “Shokun, Shokun, Shokun…I could say the same thing about you. What gave you the delusion that you could defeat a being like myself?” the words had been whispered, for who else was there to hear such things other than the two of them? Plus it just made things that much more intense.

“I’m not as weak…as weak as Zu-Saku or that tin can Mentar…” Shokun spluttered, barely managing to force the few words through his strangled trachea as he clutched fiercely at Loki’s hand in an attempt to loosen the grip.

“Hah…you give yourself, and your capabilities, far too much credit devil-boy…at any rate, the reason I am here…” finally Loki decided to stand up straight, having to elevate his arm to lift Shokun off of the floor due to the height difference between the two of them. “You’re a Lord of Hell Shokun, and despite not being nearly as powerful as me it is not an easy thing to become a Lord…so that means you’re worth something, however little that something may be. So I say this…join me, become one of my heartless, and I’ll let you keep your level of Hell, and most importantly, I’ll let you live-”

“When he finds out about this…he wont stand for it!” Shokun interrupted.

Ignoring the interruption Loki continued. “…so wha’cha say, yay or nay?”

As if Loki needed to ask, or as if words needed to be spoken. Shokun answered Loki’s proposition with a simple glob of spit to the face, Loki’s face to be exactly. “I’ll never bow down to a piece…of scum such as yourself Loki…I’ll destroy you before this is over!”

Slowly Loki pulled Shokun in towards his face, bending his arm at the elbow to do so. When Shokun’s nose was almost touching that of Loki’s, Loki peered into Shokun’s crimsons eyes, a pair of eyes that were overshadowed by that of Loki’s own, his mouth cracked open as he spoke. “This may be your level of Hell Shokun…” Loki began, whisper once again. “But that wont stop me from killing you, it wont stop me from achieving my goals…NOTHING will stop me!” and with that Loki extended out his arm and threw Shokun as if he was completely weightless.

It had begun.

[Ryan - Loki]

Shokun’s back slammed against the dirt, bouncing as he spun over and managed to place both of his feet flat against the ground as he continued to slide backwards, his eyes never blinking or braking his vision from Loki. He didn’t continue to slide for long as he quickly broke off into a sprint in Loki’s direction, the opposing directions causing his feet to slide through the dirt momentarily before he shot off across the ground.

Loki merely stood there continuing to tap the hilt of his sword as Shokun came rushing in towards him, again, it really didn’t bother him at all. He knew Shokun just like he knew everything else that went on within Hell and everyone of importance within it, and he knew that Shokun would rely on but two things in his attempt to defeat Loki, his size advantage and his devil-form. The idiots too stupid to realise the advantage he has. This’ll be quick.

A grin appeared in the corner of Shokun’s mouth. “…We’ll see about that…” he muttered. Almost instantly the entire level of Hell shifted, the several pockets of black flames fiercely erupting out and upward. In a matter of seconds the barren land, with the appearance of a lifeless desert, had morphed into a barren land of Ice. A blizzard was waging war against the land leaving visibility to but only a few feet in any direction, and it appeared to be getting worse with each passing second.

At this point the tapping finally stopped, Loki’s attention being instantly drawn out away from Shokun and out onto the surrounding area, or at least what he could see of it. The cold was intense, something which Loki wasn’t particularly used to considering his natural ability to control fire. Turning his body, from the waist up, Loki continued to look about, in doing so his right foot moved but marginally to the left; this caused him to lose his balance and almost fall over. “Fuck…this could prove a problem…” he muttered as he quickly regained himself, but he had forgotten about the most important thing.

Not even a second after those few words had escaped Loki’s lips Shokun was upon him, appearing from within the blizzard like a ghost through a wall. A bolt of pain suddenly shot through Loki’s left cheek, his face forced downwards under the sheer forced behind what could only be Shokun’s clenched fist. He could feel the knuckles of his fist against his teeth through his cheeks. It had been a breathtaking blow, Loki was lucky it hadn’t been to his gut.

As Loki turned his head to look up at Shokun he was granted a helping hand, a helping hand in the form of an upper-cut to his chin. From his somewhat bent over position Loki was sent hurdling up and backwards, the punch so powerful it even managed to lift his feet somewhat off of the floor. Before Loki had even begun to make his decent towards the floor below him Shokun was next to him. With an almighty show of his strength and speed Shokun sent his forearm crashing down upon Loki’s chest, and forcing his body crashing down upon the floor. The sudden pressure forced upon his chest as he was slammed down upon the ice caused some internal damage, a glob of spit and blood dripping from the corner of Loki’s mouth.

“It seems you were wrong Loki. It is you who are delusional.” Shokun reached down and dragged Loki up from the floor by his slivery hair. Before Loki could react he felt - and saw- Shokun’s knee slam deep into his gut; this did take Loki’s breath away. Again, then again, and again, Shokun continued his assault relentlessly, slamming his knee into Loki’s gut time-after-time, speckles of spit flying out of his open mouth with each hit. With each strike Loki remained wide-eyed in pain, unable to catch a single breath through his gaping mouth to do anything about the onslaught.

All of a sudden Loki moved his right forearm down to intercept another knee-strike from Shokun, his forearm and elbow taking the full force; if he had been a lesser being then it may have snapped his bone in two. At first there was a mild amount of strain visible upon Loki’s face, however this coincided with Loki catching his breath once more, as soon as he had returned himself to a reasonable state Loki reached forward with his left arm, the one that had been tapping upon the hilt of his sword upon his back, and grabbed a hold of Shokun’s tie, pulling it, and Shokun, forward until their faces were once again almost touching. The blizzard had let up now, but the snow was still falling ferociously.

Loki let out a slight cough. “That felt good devil-boy…maybe I could turn around and you could massage my back?” a wirily grin snuck across his face.

“Your delusion will only get you so far Loki.” Shokun granted, struggling to free himself from Loki’s grip; perhaps his attire wasn’t exactly fit for battle. “I’m going to break every bone in your body before granting myself the pleasure of ripping each broken fragment piece-by-piece through your skin…I will not show you mercy.”

“Oooooo, sounds like a fun party - there better be some pretty fine women there, it’ll suck if there isn’t!” Loki smugly replied. “I know, you bring yourself and I’ll bring your arse-whooping and the beers. How’s that sound?!”

“Just try it!”

And with that both Shokun and Loki released whatever grip of force they had over each other, both of them simultaneously pouncing backwards through the air. Bringing his hands together Loki quickly formed a ball of fire between his palms, wasting no time in launching it off towards Shokun.

As the fireball reached Shokun he merely placed his right palm out in front of him and cushioned the fireball to a complete stop in front of his chest. Shokun hadn’t touched the fire, as it would have surely scolded his skin, but instead he used his advanced forms of telekinesis to bring it to a complete stop, granting the appearance that he was handling it. In one swift movement, from the cushioning, Shokun forced his arm back out in front of his body once more, the fireball rocketing back off towards it’s creator.

Loki didn’t move a single inch as the fireball moved towards him. This may have been because fire couldn’t hurt him, especially considering he had created this particular ball of fire, but perhaps it was because he had a plan? Only time would tell. At the last possible moment before the fireball impacted with Loki’s face a circle of flames appeared directly in it’s path, covering the front of Loki’s face completely. The fireball hit the circle and continued on to what should have been Loki’s face, but instead the circle closed and Loki’s grinning face appeared from behind it once more, with a simple nod of the head.

Instantly Shokun went crashing down towards the icy floor below, the top half of his body leading the way as the fireball came flying out of a portal that Loki had opened directly behind Shokun, it crashing instantly into his head in a puff of smoke and flames. The momentum of Shokun’s movements against the force of the fireball instantly conflicted with each other, resulting in the violent impact with the ground. Shokun’s body crashed into the ice, face first.

By this point Loki had landed softly upon the ground quite elegantly, this time managing to keep his balance upon the slippery ice. Placing his left hand back behind his head he reached to his mouth with his right hand, while blood continued to drip from the corner of his mouth onto the icy floor below. Tap, tap, tap. Shokun on the other hand was in a worse state, or so appearance would lead any onlooker to believe. Slowly he pushed his body up from the ice, his arms shaking somewhat as he did so. By now Shokun’s suit was a bit more worse for wear than before, the back of the collar and some of his back now burnt to a cinder. His face wasn’t much better off either, bleeding from both his mouth and nose as well as slight swelling and bruising around his right eye.

“It seems we’re more of a match than you thought, ay Loki?” Shokun commented, wiping the blood from his mouth and nose with the back of his right hand as he stood up once more.

“Heh…” Loki moved his tongue and licked the blood that was dripping from the corner of his mouth. “keep dreaming devil-boy.” he retorted. “How could your power even compare to that of mine? To that of a Gods!” Loki proclaimed, throwing his arms into the air and raising his head.

Shokun smirked an evil and malicious smirk. “Is that right fucker?”

“That’s right freak!” Loki quickly spat in response.

“Well we wouldn’t want you getting bored before I obliterate you, would we? Perhaps I’ll up the odds a little…to give you a little challenge, almighty Loki.” With that said, and the smirk still upon his face, Shokun’s body suddenly lurched forward, both his arms wrapped around his stomach as if he was in severe pain. Just as suddenly as Shokun’s body had lurched forward he lurched backwards, arching his back in an unnatural manor as he tore off his blazer to his suit and his white shirt that had resided beneath it, leaving him topless; a beastly roar of pain and anger exploding from his mouth.

The faint lines across his face and torso, which seemed to be enlarging with each passing second, instantly filled themselves in, pitch-black in colour, remembering that of a simple set of tattoos. With the echoing sound of another beastly roar two wings instantly exploded out from within Shokun’s shoulder blades, reaching out to an astonishing length. The wings looked as if they were that would belong to an Angel except that they were pitch-black in colour rather than pure white, the long black feathers rustling together gently with each slight movement that Shokun’s body made.

The trousers to his suit then seemingly changed from the smooth silky material to a shiny leather material, or at least that’s the appearance that the light reflecting off of them gave. Even more interesting was that the black colour of his right trouser leg and right shoe suddenly began fading and changing to a crimson red, the opposite leg and shoe remaining their original black colour. In a similar fashion a pair of red and black gauntlets mysteriously appeared upon both of his hands, Shokun’s now clawed fingers protruding out from within the cut tips of the gauntlets. As well as all these strange changes to his appearance several chains miraculously appeared upon his body, wrapped around his waist, his left shin and his right bicep.

Extending his wings to their full length and size, Shokun finally returned his back from the distorted position it had been within back to its normal state, despite slouching over somewhat thanks to his new far bulkier physique. Another instantly noticeable change in Shokun’s appearance was his eyes, no longer were they crimson red but not merely white with a slightly enlarged black pupil. Also two horns now stuck out from either side of his head, bending and pointing out in front of his face. His devil transformation was complete.

“Now you’ll face my wrath…the wrath of a true devil!” Shokun bellowed out, his voice now much more rough and beastly, almost as if two people were speaking from inside him at the same time; his original voice and his inner demon.

A familiar wirily smirk shot across Loki’s face, the sound of metal sliding against metal rung our through the air as Loki unsheathed his sword slightly. “Ello’ beastie… ”

[Ryan - Loki]

Throughout the barren land of ice flashes of swirling bright white, orange and azure appeared randomly throughout the sky, an Orchestra of clashing metal accompanying this dazzling display of lights. Two much larger globs of colour, one black and one the colour of fire, darted franticly back and forth across both the sky and the ground, often viciously colliding with each other before breaking apart once again. However, this show of fireworks wasn’t as harmful as it may have appeared to the un-trained eye, as a matter of fact everything led back to Loki and Devil-Shokun.



“I’m gunna tear you apart, limb-from-limb Loki!” Devil-Shokun bellowed out as he came ripping through the sky towards his target. With the wave of his clawed, gauntlet covered hands several extremely sharp looking icicles appeared directly in front of his speeding body, another wave of his hands sending those said icicles speeding off towards Loki, Devil-Shokun remaining directly behind them.

As the icicles came rushing in towards Loki, roughly ten to twelve of them in total, he flung his arms down by his sides and let out a shout that echoed far and wide as an explosion of fire instantly emitted from within his body, reaching out around his entire body and instantly melting, and then evaporating the icicles. The clash of metal against metal run out through the air, no other sound following as the fire quickly faded from sight. Sword against Gauntlets, Loki and Devil-Shokun were once again stuck in a stalemate of strengths, both equally struggling with the situation, but the eventual victor evidently clear.

“Your strengths failing ‘almighty God’ .” An extremely malicious smirk covered Devil-Shokun’s face. Slowly he moved his hands to either side of Bane, Loki’s sword, wrapping his fingers around the blade and pulling it, and Loki towards him in a semi attempt to impale Loki’s face with the horns from either side of his own head. “This is the end for you…little Loki. ”

“That’s what…what you think, bitch. ” Loki muttered through gritted teeth, despite forcing forward his now somewhat trademark wirily smirk. It was then that Loki’s strength actually gave way, Devil-Shokun’s head, and more importantly his horns, came rushing forward impaling Loki’s skull. However, there was one problem with this logic, and that problem was that logic was no longer the most logical explanation for explaining things as Loki was in fact not impaled by Devil-Shokun’s horns, in fact he wasn’t even there anymore.

As Devil-Shokun lurched forward uncontrollably due to Loki’s counter-weight no longer being present against that of his own, Loki instantly appeared behind Devil-Shokun, having phased through his body by going invisible for a brief second. Now back-to-back Loki quickly spun Bane around with his hands and stabbed it past his right side and behind him, aiming to rip through Devil-Shokun’s lower gut. In spite of this Devil-Shokun wasn’t at a loss for brains as his brawn would have suggested.

As Loki stabbed backwards, expecting to feel the slight resistance of the swords blade shredding through Devil-Shokun’s flesh, his arms were sent flying back in front of his body, the pressure of whatever had caused it sending both himself and Bane flying through the air away from Devil-Shokun, losing his grip on Bane in the process. As Loki watched Bane falling out of his reach he caught a slight glimpse of Devil-Shokun, his thoughts had been correct. Sensing Loki’s presence behind him Devil-Shokun had instantly created an extremely strong energy field that surrounded his body, causing the stab with Bane to propel the sword and himself in the opposite direction.

Gah, this is starting to annoy me… but there was no time to become lost in thoughts, and Devil-Shokun’s ever loudening voice roaring through the air was a clear sign of this.

“Kids tricks wont keep you alive much longer Loki!” Devil-Shokun was charging through the air towards Loki at this point, right fist first and ready to attack.

Wasting no time Loki went on the attack, while he continued to fall backwards through the air. Throwing his arms forward continuously Loki lunched fireball after fireball off towards his opponent, each just as easily being dealt with as they were being created. As each fireball came in towards Devil-Shokun they instantly changed direction and flew off to either side of him and down into the ice below, becoming nothing more than a hissing puffs of gas. This continued as Devil-Shokun advanced upon Loki, the bombardment of fireballs nothing when compared to Devil-Shokun’s advance Telekinesis.

Finally within reach of Loki, Devil-Shokun brought forward his left arm with a slash, the sharp and pointed metal fingers of his gauntlets shredding through the skin upon Loki’s soldering knife through warm butter, despite Loki’s attempt to move backwards enough to avoid the razor sharp fingertips. The pain instantly hit home.

Devil-Shokun wasn’t finished there. With relentless speed and power he unleashed an almighty punch with a swing of his right arm on the un-expecting Loki. Unable to do anything about the oncoming attack Loki quickly moved his right arm in the way in an attempt to block the powerful punch. It worked, but with those metal gauntlets that adorned Devil-Shokun’s hands it made every physical attack that used his hands deadly, and this punch was no exception. The gauntlet crashed against Loki’s forearm forcing it back against his chest before chest like a forcing Loki himself backwards through the air faster than he had been moving previously.

Loki had barely managed to open his eyes after the assault before Devil-Shokun appeared directly above him, having teleported there from his last position. With his arms bent and held down by his right side Loki’s eyes were instantly drawn towards this action, and the swirling red energy that had seemingly been gathered there. Loki’s eyes widened in what could only be described as shock, scarcely managing to lift his hands up in front of his face in an X shape as the relatively large Dark Kamehameha beam erupted outward in his face.

The beam was more like a battering ram than anything else, forcing Loki’s body crashing down towards the icy ground below. There was little resistance from Loki against the beam. Upon impact the icy ground around him collapsed inward on itself, the rubble completely covering his body in the small creator that the beam had caused. A few seconds after impact Devil-Shokun ceased his attack as he merely looked on down at the destruction, and hopefully the pain, that he had caused.

A maniacal laugh echoed out through the entire level. “You better not be dead yet Loki!” he roared as he slowly floated down towards the rubble below him. “I’m not through torturing you yet!”

Suddenly a portion of the rubble began to stir as Loki emerged crawling from the edge of the creator, leaving behind a trail of blood upon the ice, his coat somewhat battered and torn. “I’m not done yet!” Loki growled.

With both feet now firmly upon the ground Devil-Shokun slowly walked up alongside Loki, who was still crawling away from the creator. “Haha, you’re pathetic!” Devil-Shokun laughed. “Get up worm!” and with that he kicked Loki square in the chest, so hard in fact that it lifted him up off of the floor and onto his feet, bent over as he attempted to cradle his ribs. Laughing to himself Devil-Shokun took hold of the chain wrapped around his waist and whipped it at Loki.

Glancing towards Devil-Shokun quickly Loki’s eyes seemed to quite literally come to life, glowing more vividly than the most intense fires of Hell. Quickly extending out his free arm Loki allowed the chain to wrap itself around it, grasping the chain within his palm to make sure that Devil-Shokun couldn’t throw him about using the chain. Devil-Shokun tugged at the chain a few times in an attempt to overpower Loki to no avail. Loki however began to smirk.

“Lets…see how hot I really am…” Loki muttered, quite clearly hard of breath. Instantly the chain around Loki’s arm burst into flame, the fire running across the chain and towards Devil-Shokun, all the chains upon his body burst into flames. The fires were not melting through or damaging the chains, simply using them to conduct their heat, and with the chains tightly wrapped around the bare skin of Devil-Shokun it wasn’t long before the scent of burning flesh could be smelt through the air.

There was a total of three different areas where the chains resided upon Devil-Shokun’s body; around his right arm, around his waist and around his left shin. Devil-Shokun roared in pain, the skin and clothes under and around the chains burning. Devil-Shokun quickly fell to his knees unable to rid himself of the chains, unable to rid himself of the pain.

“Ahhhh….” Loki took in a deep breath of air as he let go of the chain, but continue the flames around the chains. “Don’t you just LOVE the smell of burning flesh in the morning…ay devil-boy?” by this point Loki had turned away from Devil-Shokun and had began to walk away from him and towards Bane, which had impaled itself within the ice a few feet from where they had been standing. Yanking the broadsword free from it’s icy prison, Loki turned on his heel and made his way back towards Devil-Shokun, only stopping once he had reached a point directly in front of his kneeling opponent. “This is the last time I’m going to say this Devil-boy…join me or die….”

“Fuck you!” Devil-Shokun retorted through short breaths of pain.

“Then so be it!” Grasping the hilt of Bane with both hands Loki lifted the broadsword behind his head and just as quickly brought it crashing forward before his left arm suddenly erupted into the worst pain he had ever felt, instantly causing him to drop Bane, the sword clanging as its metal hit the ground below. “Arrrggghhhh!!!” Loki screamed as he grabbed hold of his arm, looking at it in confusion. There was absolutely no reason for the pain. The pain felt foreign yet surprising familiar, an unwanted familiar, then it hit him. …Ryan?

With Loki’s concentration completely broke the fires that surrounded Devil-Shokun’s chains instantly faded, leaving him burnt but now free from anymore additional pain. Glancing between Loki and Bane, which he had dropped on the ice, Devil-Shokun reached over and grabbed the blade before forcing himself back to his feet. As soon as he paced a single finger upon the blades hilt he felt a sudden rush of heat and pain through his entire body, no his very essence, his soul. He had to ignore this, he had to use the advantage that he had been dealt. With the wave of his free hand a gigantic bloke of ice materialized from the ground behind Loki, and with a second wave of his hand - using his advanced telekinesis - Loki was forcefully pushed back upon it, this finally bringing Loki’s concentration back onto the matter at hand, but now it was too late.

“It’s over bitch!” and with that Devil-Shokun brought Bane down upon Loki, in a diagonal slice to his head.

“…O…oh…shi…t…” Loki muttered. Letting go of his arm Loki remained silent and still for a few brief seconds, then suddenly the right-hand side of his head suddenly slid off of from his body before it splat upon the floor below, with a sound remembering that of a buttered slice of bread sliding down a wall before falling butter side down onto the floor, with the added effect of blood, bone and brain fragments; Loki’s body quickly followed in suit, collapsing in a lifeless heap. The razor-sharp blades edge had carved through the flesh, the skull, the brain, it’s target with no difficultly whatsoever.

Quickly releasing his grip on Bane the burning sensation that had been rushing through his very soul instantly vanished; it was over. “Seems like the ‘God’ was mortal after all…” Devil-Shokun muttered, kicking Loki’s half-decapitated headed body, before spitting on it that is. “Heh, see you around…bitch.”

[Ryan - Loki]

“Degenerate imbecile.” Devil-Shokun had turned his back on Loki’s corpse and begun walking away from it with absolutely no remorse for his previous words or actions, still not having reverted back to his humanoid form from that of his Devil one - whether through choice or lack of time is not known, not that it seemed to matter anyway. “In what life could he have possibly stood a chance against a being such as myself?” It was nothing more than a rhetorical question, as of course he was now speaking to himself.

A slight gust of wind suddenly picked up within this land of death, a surprising factor considering that within Hell there was no air - not in the general sense at any rate, in Hell there was no need to breathe. At first Shokun apparently took no notice of such a trivial matter, after all he had just done battle with another Lord of Hell and had claimed victory over death and now had much more pressing matters to attend to, such as taking claim over Loki’s territory within Hell that now rightfully, as written in the laws of Hell, belonged to him, and him alone.
After all Shokun was a Lord of Hell, one of the most powerful beings known in existence, he had no time for trivial matters and niceties with corpses, BUT it is the small details that can make all the difference, and in a time when the impossible is the possible waiting to happen it is never smart to turn your back on your enemy, even if they have been partially decapitated.

“You know…that wasn’t very nice.”

“Inconceivable…” It wasn’t possible, it never had been. No mortal could bring themselves back from the dead, such abilities did not exist. None other than the great Zu-saku had ever been able to bring themselves back from the dead, and none other than Gods were immortal. Shokun was seemingly frozen on the spot, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to turn and face the reality of his current situation. His eyes were wide, his mouth had dropped open, and he could now feel the ever chilling breeze running down his spine as it passed his body.

But there was no time to be frightened, he was a lord of Hell! He was scared of no man or creature. He bowed to none, not even Lucifer.

Suddenly a cold and pale hand, soft to the touch but masculine in shape, grasped upon the bare skin on his left shoulder. All Shokun could do was turn his head somewhat to look upon a hand who he knew only too well belong to Loki when a suddenly, with a jolt of his body, he felt a rush of pain, followed by the feeling of cold metal pressed against him rush through his spine. Slowly Shokun looked down towards his stomach, to which his eyes saw a glimmer of shiny metal sparkled briefly before a layer of crimson concealed it. With a chesty cough that brought up quite a lot of blood Shokun realised what was happening, he was dieing.

Quickly Shokun’s body altered back from his Devil-like state. Despite the rapid temperature drop within his body Loki’s pale hand upon his shoulder remained by far the coldest thing, it felt like ice and was almost too much to bare. Without the blade that now resided within his stomach/chest moving even slightly Loki’s grip upon Shokun’s shoulder tightened as he moved Shokun’s body slightly backwards, moving his own head closer towards Shokun’s, his lips basically pressed against Shokun’s left ear.

“You fool…” Loki’s voice was no higher than a whisper, yet it seemed to echo - either through fact or Shokuns condition rapidly declining. “if you had just accepted my offer you could have had unlimited power and…” twisting his arm, and the sword that was being held by the hand on said arm, the wound around the swords blade twisted and ripped through Shokun’s flesh, and most probably organs, and turning the wound into a gaping hole. A scream quickly escaped his lips as the last feeling of his body subsided to the tremendous pain. “you would have lived!”

With those last few words being shouted into Shokun’s ear Loki had made sure that the last thing that Shokun was likely to hear were his words and his alone. Loki quickly retracted Bane, merely holding it in his hand as Shokun’s, almost lifeless, body fell backwards to the floor. A slim smirk of great pleasure was all that Shokun could see as he looked at Loki, a proud man covered in both his own blood and Shokuns, looking down at his fatally wounded victim. “Your pain, wont be over quickly. I’m going to leave you here and you’re going to bleed to death; give you some time to think about your mistakes, and that soon…” Loki leaned forward. “You’ll no longer exist, you wont even be a memory.”

With one last please grunt Loki turned, and left, leaving nothing but the airless sky of orange above for Shokun to look at while he died.