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Hexxtor catching his breath stares at his hands. He feels new power coursing through his veins... He stares at the blade in his hand as if it was talking to him. "I will serve untill my revenge is complete, and untill you decide you are satisfied with my service..." Hexxtor bows before Lucifer. "I am yours to command, even if it means being banished to that hole a second time..." The thought of the prison makes Hexxtor cringe. He stands once again feeling better than he ever has before. "I will return to my chamber." Hexxtor salutes Lucifer and returns to the Pit of Despair.

Undead shuffled around and hissed as they went to their feeding territory within the depths of Hell. They approached the Game Yards, and smirked as they gave humans simple weapons such as knifes, small blades that were dulled, cracked rocks and then they gave the biggest one a broken broad sword. They wouldn't live, but the Ghouls, lead by Samael, knew the humans would fight to live. They were promised to be let out if they lived the fight, and that was a true promise. The Ghouls held this battle once every three days to allow the captured humans a chance to live only to be captured once more or killed on the battle field of Earth. Forty undead lined up, none sporting any type of weapon, armor or even clothing. They held no respect for the bodies they had taken, they were just human filth sacks, sacks of decaying and useless meat. Each Human that died either stayed down for good, turned into one of the Ghouls as the humans dubbed them, or one of God's undead human warriors, possessed by the spirits of fallen Humans that were warriors of His Holiness. Samael spat on the ground at the thought of God before smirking and declaring the battle on. Both sides clashed, and one of the humans rose up a worn but sturdy bow, firing of three quick arrows, two hitting Samael's Brethren in the head and one in the throat. Only one fell, the other two continued their assault, moving closer but still getting losses that were a bit faster than they had hoped. "They don't have a chance..." Samael thought to himself as he grabbed a rock from the ground and hurled it, pegging one of the human knife wielders in the head but only leaving a gash. The Human cursed and threw his knife, hitting one of the Brothers in the head, the body falling. Samael eyed the corpse next to him and grabbed the knife, giving off a strong war cry and his troops yelled with him, continuing the strange assault.