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As murk wandered through the wastes and swirling red mists of hell, the scenery slowly began to darken, to a more sinister purple tinged hue, the mists around him thickening and becoming more like fumes. The usual sounds of burning fire faded out with every step and were replaced with an eerie silence, broken only by Murks footsteps and a low, almost inaudible rumbling in the background.

As he advanced further a massive nightmarish looking fortress loomed out of the mist in front of him, looking almost half ruined, and with carvings and gargoyles depicting skulls and death encrusting most of its features, at least the one's visible through the dark haze around it. The only think that could be seen clearly was a massive iron gate, large enough for a giant to fit through. Massive chains hung on either side and on the front of the door someone had scratched the word "SEEDLE" in large jagged letters.

Murk had come upon the Domain of Seedle the Fallen, one of the 8 Servants of Pandemonium.

Murks voiced echoed through the dark and musty stone hallways within the gate, and a sickening groan was soon returned. Soon enough a small gathering of grombies in tattered looking purple uniforms has appeared before Murk from whatever they had been doing. The grunnies on their heads twitching their ears. "Gruuuu....." of of them started, before taking on a more recognisable language with some difficulty ...This...Master Seedle's territory......Master Seedle, not sent for you. You leave quick....or we feast on you....gruuu" The grombie said, as he and the others bared their rotting teeth and the assortment of rusty looking weaponry they seemed to be carrying.

Though Murk had easily defeated the Zombies, the commotion had attracted many, more, staring out of the dark shadows at Murk with empty soulless eyes. It seemed like they were waiting to rush Murk, to try to take him on with sheer numbers as their combat skills were clearly outmatched. However, whatever they were planning was cut short by the loud crash of another heavy door being thrown open at the other end of one of the spooky hallways, followed by the clacking of wooden sandals on stone as whoever it was strode closer until the figure of Seedle himself was revealed from the purple mists, flanked by his right hand man....or rather zombie, aptly named Zom.



The surrounding zombies seemed to cringe in unison at Seedles arrival, he was clearly not in a good mood, and that usually meant trouble for them. Seedle waved an arm exasperatedly "What the Pandemonium is all this freaking racket? Can't I take a walk around my own place without you worthless piles of goo screwing something up!" He shouted then raised an eyebrow at the space most of his door used to occupy "And what the crap happened to my door?! Which one of you limp morons is responsible for that? huh?! If you fess up I might lie and say I'll make you're messy demise quick!" he continued before looking back to the gate and then noticing the odd person standing in front of it. Although Murk looked freakish enough, he stuck out quite a bit from Seedle's minions. Seedle raised an eyebrow and pointed towards the strange man "Hey, who's this looser?" He asked, calming down slightly as he became sidetracked by this new person. Though his question merely prompted a nervous shrug from Zom and a collection of incoherent murmurs from the rest of the Grombies.

Seedle remained in his pointing pose for a little while before breaking out with his creepy sounding laugh. He tilted his head to one side and half raided his arms. "Well ain't you the weird one. Just when I think I don't get anyone interestin' visiting me" he said, going into another, somewhat shorter laugh before sneering at Murk. "Can't say you're wrong though mr punk rock. It can get a bit tedious down here. But y'know what. Maybe once in a few hundred years or so ya get some random bustin' in and throwing words like that around. It's almost worth it" Seedle chuckled. He reached for his belt, and with a horrible scraping noise, he drew his katana blade, though the blade in question hardly looked usable at all. The blade was riddled head to foot with a mask of chips, scratches and rust, as if it had long since passed any proper use.

Seedle held the beaten looking sword above his head, and with a sudden flare in his aura the blade slowly morphed into it's true form. The sword now looked more like an elongated meat cleaver, all semblance of it's katana form lost in favour of a much more crude design. A large straight blade, standing taller then Seedle himself, with no guard and it's grip wrapped in decayed looking bandages. the blade itself though, was almost as much of a mess as it's previous form. The rust had vanished, but the blades edge horribly jagged, there sheer amount of nicks and cracks in the blade making it's edge resemble a saw more than a sword as if it had seen millions of battles without a hint of repair, though this was probably the case, as darkening spatters of long dried blood could also be seen decorating the gruesome weapon.

Seedle lowered the huge sword, pointing it's blunted tip at Murk. He grinned sadistically as he looked down the jagged blade. "Well then 'Murk'. What's say we have some fun! This is too good an opportunity to waste. I hope you're strong, I don't wanna end up fighting some pansy-a** poser" Seedle said, getting fired up for the fight as the rest of his minions hurriedly backed away, for their own safety.

Seedles grinn widened at Murk charged. he tilted his sword down a bit then swung it sharply upwards in a diagonal slash to meet Murks scythe. His sheer strength was such that he could swing the massive blade effortlessly. The blades met with a loud clash, Seedle not bothering to dodge the air cutting attack side effect, though it only seemed to cut his Yukata. Seedle kept going with his swinging motion after his sword had met the scythe, creating a hail of sparks and a ghastly metallic noise as his swords jagged edge passed over Murks blade "Aahahaha!" Seedle let out his own laugh, enjoying th sound of grinding metal, though he did have another reason for his move. Because of the serrated blade, he was actually pulling Murks scythe away from him with his sword. He then counter attacked by pushing forward and aiming the butt of his sword handle sharply towards Murks head.

"Eeeh?" Seedle said in over-exaggerated question to the strange things Murk had tossed. He had seen Kai using similar looking things, apparently they exploded, or something. He didn't have much to fear from such things, but he liked to keep his opponents guessing. Seedle quickly spun his body round as Murk deposited the bombs, curving his free hand around in a fluid motion to quickly scoop up the bombs and toss them away, much to the dismay of the grombie who was in that random direction. The bombs went off to little effect, save for a stray piece of shrapnel lodging itself in one of Seedles legs. Though as with the air cutting attack, it was almost as if Seedle didn't feel pain. He quickly extended the hand as Murk attempted his attack using the wire on his scythe, closing it around the scythes handle before the blade made contact.

"Interesting, what fun tricks you have ahaha, let's see what else you got!" Seedle smirked as he suddenly pulled the scythe the other way, in order to pull Murk back to him via his scythes wire. At the same time he swung round in an upwards slash with his sword to catch Murk if he was successful in pulling him in, the long blade dragging along the stone floor with a cascade of dust and bits of rock.

Seedle raised a curious eyebrow at his leg, now emitting a squishy noise when he moved it, or tried to. "ooooh? Not bad, it's been a while since some random has actually been able ta fight back. Good, this is fun!" grinned Seedle "If i were you though, I'd be concerned more with a different infection" He added raising his sword slightly "I'll make it simple, this sword a' mine is poisoned, I only managed to get ya with a glancing hit, but that was enough to get my poison started" he finished sadistically. The amount of poison wouldn't be fatal to Murk, but that in combination with the countless germs and infections on the unclean blade from Seedles own disregard for its maintenance would make for a very unpleasant experience.

"But enough chatter! It's time I drop the kiddy gloves" Seedle said, suddenly flinging his blade in a high ark, the sword spinning past Murk to stick itself in the ground beside him. No sooner had Seedle let go of his sword, then most of his body seemed to dissolve into a thick black cloud. On closer inspection the cloud was made up of thousand upon thousand of small black insects. As one the swarm flew towards Seedles sword, leaving a heap of goo and stuck insects that used to be Seedle's leg behind. When the insects reached the sword, they quickly took the form of Seedle again, though this time, missing some of his left arm from the insects he had to leave behind.

"Surprise!" Seedle said as he roughly pulled his sword from the ground and swung it upwards viciously at Murks side.