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Laughter erupted from the crowd as Misty tried to escape only to fail and fail again. The beast spun as Misty dodged its blow, turning to face her once again. It wasn't about to let he escape alive. It seemed to be able to tell that Misty was getting tired as it became more aggressive as it pursued her, swinging its massive mists around to try and swat at her or smash her. The crowd was cheering with each blow it tried to land, willing the beast to crush the girl into a pulp. The arena itself was scorching hot and it seemed as if Misty had found herself in some kind of Arid climate though of course her exact location would still be completely unknown. Although most of the stadium was set up like any regular stadium, there was a pavilion near the top that seemed separated from the rest. It was covered by a cloth so Misty would be unable to see who or what was inside, though it seemed like a place where someone important would be. The beast came at her again, raising both fists above its head as it tried to smash her into the ground like a bug.

The beast howled in pain and the crowd gasped in fear and surprise as the beast's soul seemed to burn to ashes in moments. The beast swayed for a moment before collapsing entirely, dead despite the fact that there wasn't a physical mark on it. The power of Misty's change had completely broken the barrier between her and the stadium, allowing her to escape into the stadium amongst the crowd if she so chose. There was a figure in the pavilion though only the outline of them could be seen. they seemed to lean forward in interest when they saw Misty's change but that was all one could make out from the other side of the curtains. The crowd began to panic and stampede over each other in their attempts to escape once they realized the barrier was down between them and the maddened demonic Weapon. Being normal humans there was no way they would be able to fight back against a Weapon like Misty.

Death is a joke...

Once Misty tore through the curtains of the pavilion, she would see the person waiting for her on the other side. The woman sat comfortably in a chair, her legs crossed and a playful smile on her face as she faced Misty. For some reason Misty wouldn't be able to resonate with her soul. "I'm glad to see you're having a good time," the woman said, her smile widening slightly. "Though of course, the patrons here may not feel the same." She put a hand on her forehead dramatically as if she were thinking hard. "Still, they were kinda asking for it weren't they? Oh well. Either way they're dead now so they don't care." She stood up and gave Misty a stage-performance bow. "As for me, I am Scarlet, wonderful owner and champion of this lovely little establishment. Did you come for my autograph perhaps?" She gave a light laugh. "Or maybe you're just looking for another fight? I'm sure that newly gained power is itching to be used. Isn't it great? The madness I mean. Or rather, the power that comes with it. Tell me you don't like it." A mischievous smile crossed her lips as she waited for a reply.

Death is a joke...

Scarlet's smile widened into a grin as she heard Misty's response to her statement. "Yes, yes I know. It's the same way for all of us once we give into the madness. That's right; you're a demon weapon now, powered by madness itself. There's no going back now; the DWMA will never accept you after killing your own Meister like that. In fact, I'm sure Lord Death will put you on his list as soon as he hears. Soon you'll be hunted down and killed like a sick dog. What an unpleasant fate." She shook her head, feigning sympathy. "Well.....it doesn't have to be that way. The power of madness is strong and even stronger in numbers. I can show you the way to survive this. That is, if you truly want to live. Otherwise, feel free to go crawling back to Lord Death and be another casualty to his cause." She walked towards Misty until she was standing directly over her. "I know what you need. And I can give it to you. Healing your wounds will be simple enough, but that hunger....it hurts doesn't it? I can show you how to satisfy it." She knelt down in front of Misty, touching her chin with her fingertips and raising it up so Misty would look at her. "All you need to do is follow me. Serve me and I will show you everything you need to satisfy that hunger every time it comes." She stood up and lowered her hand towards Misty. "Or you can lay down and die. Your choice."

Death is a joke...

Scarlet nodded and snapped her fingers. A bag appeared in her hand and she dropped it in front of Misty. It was full of human souls that would surely quench Misty's hunger. She would also find in them the means to recover her body. Scarlet had of course been preparing for this moment. "That-a-girl," Scarlet said as she gently ruffled Misty's hair. "Eat. This will make it all go away. For now." The cries of fear from the crowd was fainter but still present as they escaped, leaving only burned out corpses behind. Scarlet looked up towards the exit of the pavilion. "Can you hear them? Get used to it; it's one you'll be hearing often. And it will be you they're running from. But after all, that's what they get. You were always just a tool for their entertainment; to tell stories about and take advantage of. They lived in ignorant safety while you did all the hard work." She looked back down at Misty. "But no more. Now they'll know what you've been through. The helplessness, the fear. They're the ones who truly deserve it: the ones who are too weak to do anything for themselves."

Death is a joke...

Scarlet watched patiently as Misty began to eat the souls, a small smile forming on her face. She knelt down next to her when she whited-out, watching as her eyes opened. She had become a new person. "Wakey-wakey," Scarlet said as she took Misty's chin in her hand. "No time for sleeping. Your master is calling you to wake up!" Scarlet leaned back slightly. Her body should be fully regenerated by now, she thought to herself. Her new toy should be ready to play with. The sounds of the crowd had died away by now, though that was no matter. There was plenty for Misty to kill without them. Besides, they had just been a distraction anyway. Their only purpose had been to expose Misty to the worst side of humanity. And they had done so brilliantly.

Death is a joke...

Scarlet waited for Misty to sit up before replying. "How are you feeling?" She asked first of all, wanting to know the current status of her new plaything. "Are you up for some fun?" Of course she meant fun for her, not necessarily for Misty. If her plan worked correctly, which it looked like it had, Misty would be totally and completely broken in soul and mind. Scarlet reached down and patted Misty on the head while she waited for an answer. She looked in Misty's seemingly dead eyes, a small smile forming on her lips. She'd seen that look before and knew exactly what it meant. Misty was hers and the odds of such a thing ever being undone were extremely low, especially considering the fact that she now feared and resented the very people who would be able to help her the best. "Remember," she reminded Misty quietly. "I'm the only one you can turn to now."

Death is a joke...

Scarlet nodded, satisfied with Misty's answer. "That's a good girl," she replied, ruffling her hair. She looked down at Misty as she considered what to do with her first. After several moments of consideration she finally had an idea. "Why don't you start by wiping out this entire town. It'll be our little base now. Kill everyone here who isn't me, and don't come back until you're done." Scarlet had given Misty her true opinion of humanity earlier. She really did think they were weak scum; at least the DWMA and their assorted allies had the strength to fight back, but regular humans merely sat back and expected to be protected. Misty's first act as her slave would be to be the wake-up call for this entire town. The harbinger of their death, and Misty would be baptized into her new life in blood. "In fact," she added. "See if you can't draw out their suffering to the best of your abilities. It will be good practice for the future." She gave Misty a wink. "And if you do it well, I'll be very very proud of you," she promised.