'TIL DEATH DO US PART

"And satan will rise from the ashes, taking back what was once his."

The lord arose, ears flicking forward as a call rang out through Amenti. It was Jupiter, the wrenched bitch he had attempted to rape months ago, and another voice he did not recognize. They both ignited the fire within him, yet chilled him to the bone. It was a death match, and a challenge for Amenti's crown. Smart decision on that cunts part, if she would have faced him alone, the powerful pair would have ripped her limb from limb. Eyes cast toward her as he stood so close within their home. Newt. Ears flicked back, amethyst eyes falling upon her own. He had so much to say, and so little time. He could see the fire in her eyes, the pure hatred she felt inside. This was all his fault. The devil had played his games, and the moment he decided to give the horns to another all hell comes down, demanding him so stand his ground. And so he will. "We must go." He murmured, but Newt was already on her way, maybe more determined than he to get there. But how could he be? A fight to the death wasn't something he planned on getting into, yet it didn't surprise him. What did catch him off guard was the fact that Jupiter was the one who had called for him, and not Kylar. Sure, he wanted a piece of her fine ass, but nothing more. Kylar on the other hand, he had a good reason for the devils head. He would not back down, no matter what the reasons. If she demanded a fight, she was going to get one. A fight to the death, where blood will be spilled, and someones heart will beat no more.

The mammoths made their way toward the battlefield one steady foot at a time. Jupiter's sickening scent stung his nostrils, but the other woman was one he did not recognize. Was she one of Jupiter's minions? Did she even have enough balls to posses minions? His ears flicked forward, lips curling ever so slightly. Newt was prepared to rip heads from bodies, and so was he. He swore to her he would protect everything they had built, and if he failed he would die trying. This would be the perfect test, even if he did go down. His mind flashed back to Jupiter's and his fight. He had beat her then, why would now be any different? He sighed heavily, head twisting toward his wife's, amethyst eyes searching for her own. "I'm not sure why this cunt is asking for Amenti's crown, but you will win, my queen slayer. Don't worry about me, keep your head in the game, fight for all you have won. I promised you my loyalty, and my life. I will protect everything you have built, and if I fail, know I died trying. If this bitch thinks she can drag me back to hell, I dare her to try. Little does she know, if I do go down into the flames, my soul will never stop haunting this earth, and it will haunt for you." His tone was sincere, and the look in his eyes confirmed his promises. His cheek brushed against her own, tongue and lips curving as he showered her in sensual kisses, and with the slightest whisper, he spoke. I love you, Newt." With that they went their separate ways, she going toward her opponent, and he making his way toward his.

Eyes narrowed to slits, lips pulled back into a wicked smile, revealing only the tips of his two front canines. "Jupiter, what a pleasant surprise!" Head threw back as a mad cackle vibrated his very core, saliva spewing in all directions. Why not have a little fun while dancing on your death bed? Head tipped back down, muscles tensed as he locked his legs in place, giving him a good grip on the slushed earth. He was a monster compared to her, in size standing almost 8 inches above her, and weighing 80 or more pounds heavier than she. But, with brute strength and size came disadvantages. She was smaller, more agile, a bit quicker. Though his massive weight dragged him down he was still quick and forceful, and he had confidence in himself. "You dare to challenge me, the devil himself to a death match? Have you no shame my queen." Head turned to the left, revealing his scarred, naked flesh. "God sent the flames to drag me back under, and not even he could succeed, because you see, flames are the very thing I thrive within. Has he sent you too? An angel in disguise, sent here to send Satan back to Hades?" His shoulders shifted as he shrugged. "I don't even see why, my angel. What have I done to you? I couldn't resist you at one point, I just had to have you. You were taunting me every step of the way, and you know it. With those devilish curves and that dreadful smile you pulled me into a point of no return. We battled it out, and when I had won, I chose to leave you. I could have destroyed you, taken every bit of innocence you possessed; yet, I let you go. I turned my back and you turned yours, and inside my mind I swore to never return. I went home to my wife, fell for what we had created together, started a family even. And now you decide to come for my head? While you have welps of your own, waiting at home for their mother to return?" He paused for a moment, gaze set sternly on her own. He could smell them on her pelt, and her body looked sucked up, as if she had quickly lost a lot of weight. He wanted answers before this began. He needed to know why she had waited this long, and why suddenly she thought she deserved the devils head. He went to speak again but three more scents stung his nostrils. It was his two children, and his beta, Champion. So, they had come to watch this? Good, they could avenge their parents fall if they lost, and they could spew revenge all across Alacritis. He heard his daughters nasty words and he couldn't help but laugh. She was a little spit fire wasn't she? He heard Bas speak, questioning who these bitches were, then Champion, reassuring them of their mothers powers. She was right, not even he would want to fight his mammoth demon for her title. She was a force not to be recon with, because when disturbed she could break the world with a single step; and today she would. She would protect her home and so would he. This day would be written in stone for all to read, for all to know of the powerful king and queen who had established Amenti. The pack of assassins, where death was a toy worthy of playing with, and blood was a beautiful paste used to entice the senses.

"You have your puppet fighting my wife for our kingdom, and here you are, laying down your soul so you can fight for mine? Do you honestly believe I want anything to do with you, your children, or your kingdom? I have everything I need, everything I want; and so do you. Are you willing to put down your life after building the core of your soul? Why not challenge me for dominance? Make me stay away from your kingdom if you win, or maybe fight me for my genes? Take my jewels away if you succeed, so I will never have another sensual thought for the rest of my mortal life? Because you see, the things you do to me on this earth will not go unnoticed. You may lay me down, but this is only my mortal form, cursed with a heart beat, and no conscious. If this battle sends me back to hell, my soul will continue to haunt this earth, waiting to drag you down with me. If you challenge the devil at his own game you are setting yourself up for pain, suffering, and best of all; war. My subjects, wife, and children will avenge my death. Revenge will consume all I have touched during my time on this earth. If you want to protect everything you love, you will reconsider, because this will start a worldwide war. You may have allies, but we have allies as well, and something you will never posses. We are the demons of the shadows, waiting, lurking for someone to slip up so we can rip their hearts from their chambers. We drink the fallen's blood, hang their severed heads along our borders for all to see, eat the remains of those we have taken down. Words stung deeper than venomous fangs, eyes stared into the very depths of her soul. He had spoken his truce, and whether she took it into consideration or not was her decision. "If you are still determined to have my head, come and get it!" Ears pinned back, lips curled to reveal his jagged sets of canines and incisors, head dipped to protect his throat, and tail raised to become level with his spine. Muscles tensed as he prepared for anything she might throw at him, whether it be her body, or fangs. He remembered the moves she had pulled last time. No matter what he would keep his jaws away from her own. He couldn't get locked up with her again, or no fatal damage would be done. This was a fight to the death, not some sprawl in the forest over sex. He would rip into her veins, suck the blood within and spew it across the battlefield for all to taste. She would taste her own blood on this day. He would make sure of it.

"And the rapture will begin."

OOC: Slight PP on Newt, permission given to me by dark. Ok, I couldn't help myself, I had to post today -__- I will try my best to post within the 5 day limit. Jupiter can react to this however she wants, and she is granted the first move. We can do... 6 or 7 rounds, you chose. No one can interfere in this, as me and star have stated, though anyone can come watch. Also, i'm going to assume that the threads are still together, just in separate places right now, meaning all the wolves in Newt x Medusa thread can see the Kaios x Jupiter fight as well. Enjoy ;3

Round: 0/?
Attacks: None
Damage: None
Defenses: Legs evenly distributed, tail level with spine, giving him a good grip and posture on the earth. Ears flicked back, eyes narrowed to slits to protect them. Head dipped to protect throat, lips curled back to reveal his teeth, making it easier for him to snap and retract quickly. Muscles tensed to cushion a blow easier.