Standing out of sight from the battlefield, Cain and Cade remain in the shadows of the jagged rocks near the mountains. The Red Demon was watching the elf slaughtered a large number of soldiers with no thought of mercy. The ground was littered with bodies with pools of blood and gore.
The whole time Cade was quiet when he witness the fierce battle. He was a fallen angel dressed in a white outfit resembling a crusader's uniform. The hood he wore over his head was partly covering his emerald green eyes. They were glowing dimly as Cade sets his pale mask to sit on his face more comfortably.
The two had been discussing the situation in the tournament since Cain had kicked the elf in the field. At least, it was keeping Lucifer entertained (distracted) while a demon can keep a decent discussion with the fallen angel. Of course, he knew that the devil himself knows what he is up to. But still it wouldn't hurt to watch what Byten was capable of.
"Tch, I figure this kid could be a berserker." Cain takes another drag of his cigarette, then blew out a stream of black smoke. "Ya know, Cade, you are going to be in deep shit if Lucifer catches you. He already has his suspicions that you're the wolf in sheep's clothing."
Cade slowly turned his head to the demon. "I am aware of it," he said with an Irish accent. The Red Devil gave an irritable sigh, then his mouth pulled into a grin. "What are you going to do about it, eh?" For a moment there was silence. The serpents above them are getting violent as the sky blacken from the dark clouds. As Cain turn his amethyst eye to dragons in the sky, he could see them shredding each others into bits and pieces. A royal blue bat ran its claws across the snake's belly, slicing its blood red skin open with its intestines spilling out.
"Not let him catch me as long as I am free to wander through these circles. His name shall not be mention as we speak of this matter. I already know he has a dark secret he has in store for this tournament." Cade turned to catch Byten ducking when he caught a glimpse of an injured serpent falling from the sky. It's exposed guts are tangling from its abdomen, wiggling like streamers as it drops.
"Oh shiiiiiiit! Why is my luck always horrible!?" Byten squared his shoulders, flinching when he sees the tower exploding when it crashed into it. Pieces of stones, bones and snake scales scattered like falling rain drops. The blue-robbed army stopped when they heard the noise, now realizing there was a dead serpent coming their way. The carcass landed on them with a loud crack of their broken bodies and the bridge breaking.
"Oh no! Nonono! I have to get to the other side!" The feral elf sprang into action, already zig-zagging through the falling obstacles as he made a far jump. "Graaaahhhhh" He quickly drawn his sword and placed his gun back into its holster. His claw-like nails dug into the beast's leathery hide.
His legs was kicking as he clambered up its long body, using it for a ladder to try get to the sixth circle. He saw a flash of magma spewing from the crevice. Pieces of rock was landing in the glowing hot liquid. Byten's pointed ears lowered when he felt the hot breath singing the fur on his tail.
He climbed higher and higher until he reached the head of the beast. Byten jumped off it to land on a falling rock and continued using the falling debris to get closer to the edge of the cliff. He makes a final jump from a piece of a stone wall. His arms stretched out and grabbed hold of the cliff.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!" He gritted his teeth. The palms of his hand spurted out blood as it scrapped against the sharp rocks. Byten heaved himself over and rolled on his back, ignoring the pain. This was crazy. Why does he always pull off sick stunts like this? The feral elf stared at his hand.
There was a gash across his hand, dripping with blood. Bits of rock shards was in the wound that made the slit look like teeth. With a sigh, he sits up groaning when he starts picking it out. After removing the pieces of rocks, Byten takes out a first-aid kit to treat it. Luckily there wasn't any soldiers to see him hidden behind the wall that kept him out of view.
Cain rolled his eyes at the scene, finding it amusing how the feral elf manage to make it far. "I understand what is about to unfold but I reassure you, whatever crap Lucifer plans....I'm going to find a way to prevent it from happening." Cade narrowed his eyes. "You don't know what is going to happen, Cain," he said, already taking his leave. "If you decide to assist me, I'll provide you much help to get Byten's brother back."
The red demon didn't say a single word with thoughts crowding his mind. He knows that he has to play this careful or else one little fuck up will make ruin it all. Cain didn't turn, not bothering to watch the fallen leave. "Oh....Cade."
A flash of lightening lit the shadow underneath Cade's hood, revealing his emerald eyes. As he turned to see the demon, there was an eerie chuckle from the old warrior. "If you so happen to come across the holy bible, be sure to handle it with great care..." The fallen angel nodded, now vanishing out of sight in a whirl of a white cloud.
Cain rubs the back of neck, taking this seriously, he finds this all a load of crap. It was already becoming a problem for him to multitask, but he was getting use to it.
It was almost completely dark when Byten sneaked his way through the City of Heresy. There was metal towers filled with people stuffed in burning coffins where they burned for eternity. Their wails, screams and cursing was muffled. The streets was preoccupied by the vicious battles between the Spartans and Pagans.
It was truly is hell having to avoid the battles, trying to make it to the temple where Heresy was hidden. He was plotting more tactics against the judge of wrath, confident of his army to overthrow the other realm.
Once there, Byten was leaning against his sword like a cane. "Oho.....God, I finally made it..." he said dryly, running his fingers through his bloodied hair. "OW!" He winced, pulling his head away from his hand when it touched the cut.
He turns to the wide double doors with disturbing, grotesque carvings of pictures relating to Heresy.The temple looks as if it was made out of ebony from human bones, charred rocks and stones decorated with human skulls with inverted crosses engraved on t heir foreheads. On the stained glass windows had an upside down pentagram with the star pointing to the floor.
The church, temple, cathedral, whatever it is was grossing Byten out. It look like a place where a cult would take place to do their evil works. His brother would have a conniption if he saw this blasphemy. He is an exorcist and a christian to the church. As for him, Byten is catholic and a bloodhound who gets his hands dirty.
His body was aching like crazy when he came walking up the stone steps, hearing the loud sirens howling in the city. Behind him there was fire, explosions and buildings tilting until they start crashing downwards.
The closer he got towards the door, he picks up the pace and kicks it slamming open. BANG! "HELLO JACKASS, GET READY TO GET KILLED!" There was no answer. In the building he finds Heresy groaning on the blood stained floor. There was a beat up mask, tattered blue robes and pieces of....the judge everywhere.
Byten stared at the absurd scene before him; broken benches, busted windows, pillars, pieces of broken ceilings and again, there is a judge laying on the floor. The elf fell to his knees with his sword falling beside him with a clank. "Hahaha.....ha...it looks like someone already beat me here," he said, slapping his hand over his forehead. "All this work was for nothing!"
A dark shadow loomed over him. "Not for nothing, you cleared most of the field and cut the main bridge to the sixth circle." Byten gave a tired smile, laughing a little before he picks up his sword and rises on his feet. "What else....? Anything else?" The silhouette behind the elf snaps his fingers. "You were also a good distraction, exterminating a good number of enemies on both side...Oh...hahaha...you entertain a few judges in hell"
The feral elf glared at the man. "And what else?" he asked, sounding frustrated. Cain walked into the glow of the torch. The bell rang from the church's tower as they stood there staring at each other.
"You did good, kid. Even if you fail to kill the judge, you still did good." Byten lowered his pointed ears, sighing as he shakes his head. "I did good....that's new...hearing it come from a grouchy old demon," he said, turning to the broken judge on the floor. "It's a crying shame I didn't get a piece...but...maybe it is for the best."
Byten rubs the back of his head, wincing again when his fingers ran across the cut. "Maybe it wasn't meant for me to be getting more blood on my hands....ya know? But one thing I really want.....Cain I want my brother back so we can go home! I'm tired! I'm hungry, thirsty, hurt and I just want some sleep! I don't know if my brother is feeling worse than I am!"
His eyes glistened a little with small specks of tears forming. "I don't want him to be in hell! He doesn't deserve to be here! It's my fault! If I didn't screw up in the exorcism...this wouldn't of happened. I got distracted....I didn't pay attention...."
Cain spun to the elf and slaps him across the face. Smack! It hurt so much that Byten swore that it felt like his jaw was knocked off. He places his hand on the red print on his cheek, staring at the red demon in shock.
"You got yourself into this shirt, it's about time you grow up and stop acting immature," said Cain, glaring at Byten. "If you have all this energy to whine about your mistakes and concerns, use it to push you further to save your brother. There is no time to waste it. This is hell. A fiery cage that will break your soul, drive you to lose your sanity and ruin every good essence in your body.'
Byten leaned his back against the beam of the door, staring at the stone floor with an empty expression. His head was hurting, filled with thoughts and dreading about his brother. He wanted to go home but he refuses to return without his sibling. Without a word he walked down the stairs.
Cain turned his gaze back to the room where Heresy lays slain. He could see Sange laying dead on the floor in the darkness. It was good that Byten didn't see his body or else he would break down even more.
The red demon was already feeling drained after leaving the Circle of wrath, also taking note that he also needs rest. Cain was always busy outside of battles trying to find his brother while Byten was preoccupied. "Dammit punk, you are a lot of work," he said, following the elf.
When they made it to the other competitors, Byten flopped to the ground face down. "I'm so tired.." he groaned, closing his eyes to take a nap. He ignored Spencer talking to Callidora, rambling on about Dante Inferno. At the very moment, the elf wanted a luxurious rest and didn't care who was talking in his surrounding.
"Sleep while you can...." Cain's words raised a cold chill running up Byten's spine, reminding him what Blazer said to him before. "I will...." he murmured, curling up into a ball with his tail tucked around him.
The red demon kept out of sight, deciding to stay away from the group where he kept hidden in the darkness. "The Seventh Circle of Violence....have fun meeting your demon there,Byten." Cain gave stepped back, sinking further into the shadows with his glowing red eyes shining much brighter.