Akuma, Supreme Master of the Fist
Astral Plane
Prior to his summoning, Akuma had, as per usual, been partaking in a duel to the death. At long last, he'd been granted a second chance to slay Oro, the impudent hermit. Among all the world's warriors, Oro was a rare specimen; a man capable of rivaling Akuma in battle. Truly, the clash between these masters of Ansatsuken and Senjutsu would become the stuff of legends, their titanic struggle remembered for generations to come. Or, that would have been the case, if not for a small complication. Just as Akuma moved to deliver the finishing blow, a sudden darkness overtook him, and he fell into the void.
The warrior's initial reaction was, disturbingly enough, one of amusement. Had the hermit done the impossible? Had Akuma finally been slain by a worthy foe? Was his journey at an end? For the first time in years, the martial artist felt something close to happiness. Whilst he'd been expecting Ryu to be the one, dying at the hands of Oro was acceptable.
Naturally, it was at this point that Akuma was roused by the sound of conversation. Awaking to find himself in a cathedral devoid of decoration or furnishing, the warrior had only one thought in his mind: Someone, or something, had cheated him out of his duel with Oro. To put it lightly, Akuma was furious. As the warrior seemed to be alone, however, he was unsure as to whom was responsible. Before Akuma had the chance to hunt down the guilty party, he was given pause by a voice suddenly echoing through his mind.
It spoke of collapsing dimensions, an 'Akashic Record,' and the offer of a wish, among other things. The mention of travelling to other realms was of particular interest to the warrior, and served to quell his rage. While he'd lost the chance to settle things with Oro, a new opportunity had arisen in its place. The thought of facing powerful warriors from across the whole of time and space pleased Akuma greatly.
Without so much as a shred of hesitation, the warrior agreed to cooperate. The being instructed Akuma to enter one of three nearby doors, and meet with a group of likewise summoned 'heroes.' Selecting the middle doorway, the Supreme Master of the Fist dove forth into the unknown...
13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi
Only to find himself in a decrepit alleyway. A miniscule layer of fog coated the ground, reminiscent of the deep blue smog emanating from the gateway he'd arrived from. Upon exiting the alley, Akuma took a moment to observe the bizarre architecture of the city, noting the haphazard and mechanical nature of the buildings. As the warrior wasn't one for sightseeing, his attention was quickly drawn to the distant sound of two separate battles, one much closer than the other. Naturally, Akuma was drawn to the din of conflict, not unlike a moth to a flame.
Arriving on the scene, the warrior was treated to the chaotic sight of seven individuals doing battle. Between the gaudily dressed fop, the gold-clad eccentric, and the small children, Akuma was unsure as to whom he was supposed to fight. Rather than waste time mulling it over, however, he simply decided to pick one at random and make his presence known.
Upon stepping into earshot, Akuma casually stomped on the ground. Despite the minimal effort involved, the martial artist's strength was great enough that it caused the ground surrounding his foot to shatter. With the others properly alerted to his presence, Akuma turned his attention towards the garishly dressed man in purple.
"I am Akuma," the ogre-like warrior bellowed, his fist pointing towards his chosen target, "the denizen of hell! Surrender immediately, and your death shall be swift, worm."
