Yamato makes his way down the narrow and dim lit hallway. He could hear the faint roars of a crowd.

“Any helpful tips?”

Grimm hoppled closely by leading Yamato down the hallway.

“Don’t die.”

“Helpful…”

Yamato walks through the large opening and his greeted by an insanely large room filled with various kinds of demons. In the center was a ring surrounded by a barbwire cage. Above it was a platform and a weird different type of demon with a microphone. The demon was wearing a bright red two-piece suit. His hair was long and silver, his skin was bright orange and his eyes completely white.

“Creatures of the damned, welcome to another event of the Hell Fighters tournament!!!”

“Who or what is that?”

“I am your lovely host Shibata Izanagi.”

“Ah, well that covered the who.”

“He is a muse master, a words demon.”

“Announcer huh? This is really starting to feel like home.”

“And now to introduce our fighters for this evening. Coming in as a new resident of Hell, a man who took his own life after finding his beloved dead on the bed, Makida Yamato!!!”

Yamato walks towards the cage. He listens as he hears the boo’s and growls of the audience. Trash is thrown his way but Yamato just gets in the ring. He’s used to people doing such things, especially when he was just starting out as a fighter on earth.

“And now coming back to the field after his victory last week over the beastkin, the scourge of humanity, the master of death, the one, the only, Jaku!”

Yamato turns to see a slightly large being walk to the cage. The being seems to be male, but he had pale blue skin and greyish brown horns the curved around his head. His eyes were catlike and red and his build was nothing but muscle.

The creature entered the cage and sized Yamato up a little. He chuckled at the sight of Yamato then turned to the crowd. Jaku raised his hand high and the crowd erupted with applause at the gesture.

“Master, master over here.”

“What is it Grimm-san?”

“Your opponent is an Incubus; his physical abilities are a little higher than most here.”

“Alright so what are my chances of winning this?”

“Little to none.”

Yamato looks over at Jaku who is still rallying the crowd in his favor.

“I can take this joker. He’s just like the pieces of shit back on earth, all flash and no skill.”

Yamato and Jaku meet in the middle of the arena. Jaku looks down at Yamato with a smug grin on his face. Yamato returns his gaze with a stern look of his own.

“Alright you two, I want to see blood, I want to see gore, I want you to give these people the entrails of your opponent.”

“A bit graphic don’t you think?”

Izanagi looks at Yamato with a puzzled look on his face. He then looks back at Jaku who shrugs his shoulders.

“Anyways, let the fight begin!!!”

As soon as Izanagi says those words Jaku delivers a devastating blow to Yamato’s chest sending him flying into the barbwire cage. Yamato feels the sharp metal enter him. The pain was so much that he couldn’t cry out, but instead coughed up an inhuman amount of blood. Yamato is on knees trying to catch his breath but Jaku grabs him by the collar and delivers an uppercut to Yamato’s gut that sends him flying high into the air. As Yamato was coming down Jaku does a spinning kick that connects with Yamato’s jaw sending him flying in a twisting motion across the ring.

“Oh no, can this already be the end of Makida? Is Jaku-san too powerful for a mere damned soul? This announcer says hell yes!”

Yamato struggles to get up onto his feet. His vision his extremely blurry and his body feels completely heavy. Jaku hypes the crowd once more and readies himself for another onslaught.

“Alright so he isn’t all show, what’s more he’s extremely fast and powerful. Too powerful, those blows should have killed me. Is he toying with me?”

Yamato continues to ask himself these question, but in doing so he didn’t notice that Jaku had already cleared the space between them and was coming in for a huge attack. Yamato looks up when a shadow eclipses him and is met with a large fist to his temple sending him crashing hard onto the ring floor.

“Aw what’s wrong human? I thought you were here to fight!”

Yamato says nothing. Jaku places his foot atop his head and laughs.

“Your beloved died of suicide, right? That means she’s her in Hell. Perhaps I’ll pay her a little visit once this is over.”

Yamato’s eyes widen at the sound of hearing Jaku mention his wife.

“I know, once you are on the rack where you belong, I’ll bring her over and do you know what I plan to do?”

Yamato looks up at Jaku who is now rubbing his pants in a seductive way.

“I’m thinking I rape the worthless bitch right in front of you, over and over. I will make you watch as she moans and drools over the feeling of having my cock inside her! It will truly be a Hell fit for you!”

The arena becomes quiet. Everything is calm, almost too calm. Yamato’s vision becomes vividly clear to the point where he could see every detail in everything. There is a burning heat in his chest. The soreness in his body completely vanishes and his muscles feel as though they had gained a huge wake up call.

“I…”

“Huh? What was that?”

“I said…”

Yamato pushes himself up sending Jaku flying back. There is a very dark aura around surrounding Yamato and his eyes began to glow bright red. Yamato clutches his fist tight and gets into his fighting stance as he stares down Jaku who was fumbling his way back onto his feet.

“I WILL MAKE YOU SEE HELL THROUGH MY EYES!!!”

Jaku lets out a loud battle cry and rushes Yamato. Jaku’s movements seem to be in slow motion to Yamato. Yamato watches as Jaku swings widely at him. This was going to be too easy. Yamato grabs Jaku by the wrist and in the blink of an eye, he tosses Jaku high in the air and follows him. Once in the air Yamato begins to deliver a flurry of blows to Jaku’s mid region each blow sending a loud shock wave through the arena. Jaku began to cough up blood and gasp for air. Yamato then twist his body forward flipping himself into a kick that sends Jaku crashing to the floor. The force caused Jaku to bounce upward a little before lying still on the floor.

Once Yamato landed he noticed the arena fell silent and everyone in the audience had shocked expressions. Even Izanagi was quiet for a moment.

“It would seem that we have a winner… and it is Makida Yamato…”

The crowd erupts into a loud cheer after Izanagi spoke. Yamato raises his hand and waves at the crowd.

Grimm hopples up to Yamato and pulls him from the stage. The two make their way down the hallway when Grimm began to speak.

“Master is a strange one indeed.”

“What, why?”

“Master is a damned soul, yet master used The Fury.”

“Is that bad?”

“The Fury is the source in which demons draw power. It is exclusive only to true demons, or at least it was supposed to be.”

“Really?”

Yamato looks at his hands and wonders why he is so different. Meanwhile lurking in the shadows, a figure watches Yamato closely.