Perched high in the ancient rafters of the forsaken cathedral, Knives gazed down, watching as a young, childish-looking woman stood at the near center of the holy chamber. Regardless of how long this place had been left for dead, its exuberance remained, the spirit of the former caretaker still thriving in each pier, bench, and the decaying bibles left in their splintering wooden compartments. Her mere presance aggravated the divinity of this place, casting a nefarious cloud of sin upon the godly hall. The brilliance of the sanctuary's golden adornments dulled as soon as the young woman's eyes had opened, the air becoming stale and frozen. Its high-rise, arched ceiling darkened as the heiress rose, casting a large, menacing shadow over the young tracker and the large cross fastened upon the opposing wall.

The flaxen rays of light that dwindled above grayed out, and darkness enveloped a large portion of the massive hall. Not a single word escaped Knives' lips; she simply watched, waiting for the girl's reaction.

This challenge had posessed an unpleasant feel from the start, from the person who delivered the letter, to the place where the fight was to take place. There was something about the whole situation that made the demoness curious, something that sucked her in. Maybe it was the beast within, longing to be in the heat of battle once more, or perhaps her own barbaric thirst for violence. There had been no indication of who had sent the invitation, and that was what drove her mad. Just who was it who organized this, and how did they know who she was?

She had only been in this realm for a few days before the messenger had come, as if she had been pin-pointed and sought out straight away. There were nothing but strange human-like beings here, and even stranger creatures. Not a single demon as far as the eye could see, but plenty of sinful entities dormant within the occupants of this realm.

'If there are no fiends wandering throughout this realm, how did this church come to be abandoned?' Her thought was interrupted by the resounding footsteps of the second adversary, which caused her to avert her gaze toward the entrance.

Finding that both of the competitors had finally arrived, she kicked off from the wooden beam, splitting it in two and causing the nearly-century old structure to groan. Her descent was short, her landing causing a large cloud of dust and particles to fly up around her. Behind her fell two large, wooden rafters with a deep boom, thundering off the thick walls and roaring about the chamber.

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. Andurhil is my loveslave . Quark is my Necro-Loving-Fiend .



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