Zaen jumped back when the reaper appeared. "God dammit, people! I told you we'd die if we stayed still!" he shouted. He took out his knife and held it to his side. No way he'd be able to harm this thing, not until he got an opening, atleast.

Jerus spun around when he heard the sound of metal on metal and barely ducked in time to avoid a slash from the reaper's scythe that was aimed at Koran. Hearing the man with the knife blaming everyone else for the attack, he growls. "We are in Hell, you fool. Moving or not, we're likely to have SOMETHING try and kill us." Lunging under the scythe, he swings his katana at the reaper's midriff, but only gets robes. In order to avoid retaliation, he had to leap forward and come up from a combat roll, his katana held at the ready. "How scrawny do you think this guy is?" Another slice, this time aimed at him, forced him to duck once more and then back flip away.

Jerus realized that because of the long strike range of the scythe, it would be difficult for anyone with a melee weapon to close and do damage, not without coordinated team effort. Some to block the scythe while the other's deliver attacks to the body and head. But we don't know anything about that scythe and I'm not about to take a hit...

the scythe wielding reaper jumped to avoid Ryan's attempt to trip him up, and after attacking jerus, narrowly missing, koran jumped , slamming his knife into the reaper. it made a high pitched screech, before it rooled koran off his back, and stabbed koran effectively in the stomach, blood shooting out everywhere. he looked weak, but the wound started to heal miraculously. koran's demonic energy returned, as his eye glowed a deep blood red again. the electric energy that the reaper's blade passed into him shot directly into the ground, leaving him.
"..........you little shit..."
he threw the tanto at the reaper, whom blocked it, but followed it up with a kick in the face, sending it flying toward John.

As John flew underneath of the reaper, he used the shape he had made to his advantage, pushing down with one side to spin himself over and kick out with his legs, effectively spinning over and standing back up quickly after having attacked with such a straightforward and careless attack. He continued to laugh before seeing Koran bleed from the reaper's stab. "Heheheh...hehAHAHAHAHAHA!" He watched as the reaper came flying towards him, continuing to laugh as he began spinning his bo-staff as quickly as he could. The bo-staff was, at the start of the spin, parallel to his body, and was spinning vertically. John stepped to the side, swinging the bo-staff as he spun it in an attempt to smash the reaper into the ground with as much force as he could muster. "BLEED!"

Mithias cried out loudly as the first strike stung him, drawing blood. The archdevil had taken to flaying him nightly, instead of disemboweling him. I suppose even hell's tormentor's get bored. Once again shackled to the stone pillar, Mithias gave his back to the lash, pressing himself against the stone and trembling in fear. There was nothing quite so humbling and demeaning as being whipped. Shirtless, helpless, weak, and utterly at the mercy of one's tormentor, one could be completely controlled. Par for the course in hell. Even though he had endured it many nights before, even still, Mithias begged for mercy. The demon would chuckle darkly, smirk, and occasionally give pause to indulge in his victim's gratitude. Breaking a soul was an art, and Asmodai was a master. Mithia's pleas were delicious, his whimpers an arousing foreplay. Asmodai watched amusedly as the vampire's mind barely recovered from the pain of the last strike, his emotion changing from gratitude to razor-sharp anticipation of the next hit. With perfect timing, the demon lord waved the whip in the air to sing its beautiful tune in the wind, forecasting the brutal rape of pain that was coming. In the open, all of hell could bear witness to the merciless performance.

Unconscious, "dead" once again in this inescapable pit for wicked souls, Mithias had no concept of time. The next night, a familiar rush of revitalizing dark magic filled him, and his mind returned, recognizing the start of a new night of suffering. A faint, orange glow filled the clouded and darkened skies in hell. The sounds of demons, screaming souls, and blazing fires melded in the background. Mithias heard the soft steps of hooves behind him and he shuddered, defenseless. The steps came closer. The vampire flinched as he was hit with the sound of the demon's voice. "Turn and face me, slave."

Terrified, Mithias obeyed, his wrists still bound above him.

"Look upon me."

Did he even still have eyes? Mithias was too afraid to disobey and lifted his sight up the demon's naked frame. Asmodai was tall, nearly black of skin, with hooved feet, a tail, wide shoulders, clawed hands, long black hair, and a cloth tied over his eyes. Fangs showing in a grin, he could see clearly. He carried his bloodied lash in hand as he stepped closer. Mithias suddenly tore his gaze away, only to have his jaw gabbed in the demon's right hand and faced toward him again. Then, Asmodai kissed him deeply. Tears fell as Mithais strangely felt himself overcome with submission, and desire. What was this demon doing to his mind?? Mithias panted after Asmodai broke the kiss, dazed by the demon's will. Looking where his master's eyes should be, Mithias spoke, "Master. I beg you, destroy my soul. Devour me." Lord Asmodai grinned, satisfied with his slave's breaking.

"You are mine." That night, Mithais' soul was forged anew as a half-demon and set free.

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Some time later..........

As the battle with the reaper is going on, a new entity make his appearance. Clad in smokey shadows, wearing ragged pants, and with no weapons save the natural demonic armor running down his forearms and clawed hands, a new agent of hell, former vampire and slave of Asmodai, archdemon and lord of pain, approaches. His face hidden in darkness, his eyes glow red above hungry fangs. The shackles on his wrists dangle broken chains. Spikes stick out from his bladed forearms, and he now radiates the archdemon's power. Mithias eyes John, Mason, Koran, Zaen, and Jerus with murderous intent. He extends a clawed hand toward them. "Hell is justice... There is only one escape, submission and death."

Mina watched as the reaper made it's appearance, her yellow eyes gleaming a faint amber color as she observed it. A high ranking reaper, not the best, but pretty good. It's scythe and cloak showed her that, he was powerful. She decided it wouldn't be good for her to step in and interfere, where would be the challenge in that. Not even a reaper would be strong enough to stand up to her, even in this form.
Instead she decided to observe the group as they fought. Mason had his sword, so he'd be fine. The one named John went into an impressive bloodlust, causing her to smirk lightly. Jerus seemed to see he couldn't beat this reaper on his own and took some distance away.
Mina was particularly happy about Koran activating his newly found ability, as it gave her time to observe him as he fought, though her happy grin faded when a new arrival filled the scene. Mina picked up on his energy, the energy of Asmodai flowed through him. It seemed the lord of Pain had found a new toy to play with and had released him after breaking his spirit.
Mina growled a bit and huffed as she flipped her coat back a bit and drew two black guns she had conjured. They looked ordinary, as did the bullets, but they would fire her own demonic energy. It was a temporary solution though, her energy would go out of whack if she released it in bursts like when firing the gun. She could probably throw out a few shots before her body would start to reform to that of her demonic form.
'Back off, little slave. This is their fight, I won't let a pet of Asmodai interfere.' she hissed, out of range of the others so they wouldn't hear her speak to him, while pointing one of her guns at him.

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As John flew underneath of the reaper, he used the shape he had made to his advantage, pushing down with one side to spin himself over and kick out with his legs, effectively spinning over and standing back up quickly after having attacked with such a straightforward and careless attack. He continued to laugh before seeing Koran bleed from the reaper's stab. "Heheheh...hehAHAHAHAHAHA!" He watched as the reaper came flying towards him, continuing to laugh as he began spinning his bo-staff as quickly as he could. The bo-staff was, at the start of the spin, parallel to his body, and was spinning vertically. John stepped to the side, swinging the bo-staff as he spun it in an attempt to smash the reaper into the ground with as much force as he could muster. "BLEED!"

the reaper was hammered into the ground coughing up blood from the tremendous force. it swung its scythe upwards, attempting to slice john in half, when koran dashed over, pushing john out of the scythe's path, and attempts to grab it with his free hand, absorbing the electricity damage that would ensue from the small cut in his hand the blade made.
"you little cunt, you think you can stop me...."
he stomps on it's hand, causing it to loos grip of the scythe, then koran grabs it, and start to walk away.
the reaper gets up, drawing twin kunai, and darts toward koran, prepared to attack, when he is met halfway by his own scythe piercing his stomach and protruding from his back.
"weak fool.."
he removes the blade, as the reaper falls to ash. he then tosses the scythe to john, " i have a feeling you would be better with that weapon, for now ill use my tanto."
he looks to mina, aiming a gun towards a demon. " mina, let me handle the scum. im practiccally throobing to see what else i can do."

Jerus stared in awe as Koran not only healed what should have been a lethal wound like it was nothing, but single handedly turned the Reaper into nothing, killing it with it's own scythe. What are you, Koran... Watching Koran toss the weapon to John, he can't help but wonder if that was wise. He's unstable, possibly a violent alter-ego the one we met was and is unaware of. That will make him unpredictable as well, but not unmanagably so. Maybe send him into future conflicts first... Sheathing his katana, he makes a mental note that to find something more friendly to his preferences, he would likely have to kill another Reaper, or whatever that thing was.

"Right, before another guest arrives, we should go." Jerus hadn't noticed Mina facing down another demon and was instead focused on other things, particularly not being easy to find.

Seth continued his long walk across the plain of hell, how long he had been walking for he did not know anymore, all he could think about was walking to find a way to escape this literal hell. His walk however was interrupted when he could hear voices coming from a hill to the left of him, ever curious Seth slowly made his way up the hill diverging from his linear path while keeping his makeshift spear ready in one hand in case he was attacked.
When he arrived at the top of the hill Seth was shocked when he saw a group of people fighting a reaper and even more surprisingly killed it. Seth took a seat staying out of sight of the group while they turned their attention to the new threat which appeared for them. This gave Seth a dilemma, he could stay hidden and try to approach the group after the fight was over however, they may not of trusted him. Or he could go down and try to help fight this new opponent to the group with them to earn some trust but risk being injured or killed. After a few more seconds thinking Seth made his decision and calmly started walking towards the group spear in hand pointed towards the demon "Let me lend some assistance" He spoke once he was close as he made sure to make no sudden moves to get himself killed by any of them.

A slave... that is what he was, the lowest ranking scum of hell. Other than belonging to one of the most powerful and ancient demon lords, Mithias was nothing. He was to be used, commanded, even sold if his master saw fit. Such was the culture of the demonic and evil. Completely warped and remade, Mithias felt nothing now but a burning desire to serve his master, and he had sent him here.

His new, innate senses told him that, despite her guise, this female was one of them. She radiated the essence of Satan, lord of all. Mithias flexed his claws, knowing she was far stronger than he. The shadows rose up and dissipated like smoke around him. Brief details of a human-like form were revealed beneath them.

"Yield to her." The deep voice of his lord rumbled in his mind, and Mithias complied. Bowing his head, he knelt down, the chains on his wrists clinging against the rocks on the ground. He did not know what was going on, but wit told him to keep silent until he could gather more information. Had Mina not commanded him, he would have attacked and likely died.

A curse flashed through her mind when the half demon submitted to her in a too obvious fashion. She had expected him to yield, but to do so like this, by bowing to her, was something she had not thought about.
She lowered her weapon, blinking as if she was confused, and looked at him. In her mind though, she made a link with the demon's mind to speak to him.
"Listen slave, you will not ruin my fun like this. Get on your feet and do not let it show that I am a demon, or I'll use you to get my fun instead." she hissed into his mind.
She stepped back a bit and glanced at the male that had joined them out of nowhere, another soul to follow along. 'It seems he's calm.. or something.' she shrugged, eyeing the demon as if out of curiosity.

Mithias lifted his eyes toward the girl, and her battle-ready company. He got it. She was in charge here and had the situation under her control. She could have shot him and destroyed him to be rid of him, as far as Mithias knew, but she did not. The other souls here were very powerful and not to be taken on alone. The slyness of his master flowing in his veins, Mithias put it together and bought into the ruse.

Opening his arms and showing his shackles, he hoped to show that he had been held against his will. "Please, do not destroy me! I am merely a slave. I was once human. I have paid the price for my misdeeds. I... see you are strong, and you can fight hell's forces. Let me join you." Mithias was offering to make himself a tool for Mina's use. The others would have no idea that he intended any betrayal.

Zaen stood back, still leaning against the wall. Apparentaly, all the others would do the work for him! He chuckled at this, and at how they finished up the fight without him having to do a thing! They were idiots, and he'd probably be able to stay back behind them and let them fight his way out of Hell, and then he'd be able to go back to the mortal world! Oh, the fun he'd have, killing them back into Hell from behind there backs. He wondered something, if thye escaped Hell and then died in the Mortal world again, would they end up back in Hell? he though curiously, but that didn't matter right now. He hoped so, or else his plan of 'killing them when they got to the mortal world' would fail.

He then heard the cry of some slave. He chuckled and walked over to him. He bent down onto his knees to get even eye-level with the man, and narrowed his eyes. He smiled a large grin that went from ear to ear, and grabbed him by the chain around his neck, yanking him up and attempting to shove him into the group. "It's fine with me as you come, you'll just be another meat shield." he muttered to himself, while giggling insanely.

Mina smirked faintly, almost unnoticeable for all the others, as the slave submitted in a less obvious way. He wasn't mindless, at least, that would be to her benefit. She acted to be thinking about his offer before glancing at the others with a questionable look in her eyes.
'I suppose it's fine, right?' she asked.
As she held up her act, one of the ones that did nothing at all stepped forward towards the slave that had approached them and grabbed his chain, pulling him up. Rage took over the demoness as the soul acted as if he owned the half demon.
She slammed her fist into his chest, maybe with a little too much force, to get him away from the shadowed demon. 'Stay away from him, he already submitted.' she said to him sharply.
Not an entire truth, she was mad because she was the one he submitted to, not this measly little soul that did nothing at all to interest her, but it fit with her act.

Jerus had been about to suggest a direction for them to go when he heard another bout of commotion from behind him, which had gone unnoticed up to this point while he looked as far as he possibly could in any direction, which had him turn around to see Mina punch the lunatic, Jerus was pretty sure he was anyways, in the chest and send him stumbling back after messing with some demon thing that had surrendered to their group. Confused as to what had just happened, he quickly leaped into the middle of them, trying to stop further violence before they were handicapped a person. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, who did what that got them hit?"

He didn't know what surprised him more, how long their little skirmish had actually lasted or, the acted that it took the time it did? Mason neverminded it and spun his sword around before sheathing it to his side he wondered how much time they'd spend here, in this partiular spot in hell. He raised an eyebrow to whoever Mina was speaking to, he figured it was way beyond his pay grade so he left it alone. "So when do you start moving out?" Mason asked, now drawing in the dirt with his sword, marverling at how the blade tore through the ground with ease.

He didn't know what surprised him more, how long their little skirmish had actually lasted or, the acted that it took the time it did? Mason neverminded it and spun his sword around before sheathing it to his side he wondered how much time they'd spend here, in this partiular spot in hell. He raised an eyebrow to whoever Mina was speaking to, he figured it was way beyond his pay grade so he left it alone. "So when do you start moving out?" Mason asked, now drawing in the dirt with his sword, marverling at how the blade tore through the ground with ease.

Zaen, as he shoved the man into the others, felt himself be forcefully punched in the stomach, and was sent going a bit aways, sliding on his feet. He smiled and got up. he walked back over to her and pushed Jerus out of his way, and then got up in her face. "I'll do what I please." he said with a mischevious and insane smile, then began giggling insanely. He walked backwards a bit and then full-out insanely laughed. "None of your concerns." he said between laughter at Jerus. He held his knife at his side and kept it there at attention, and leaned against the wall, his arms crossed.