The World Leaders

The two were one of each gender, the smaller one being female and the taller one male.

The female was wearing the navy blue outfit of a maiden belonging to a sisterhood of nuns. Wearing the famous habit and veil, of which her blonde hair slightly peeked out of. On her chest hung a large silver cross, but apart from that there was no other adornment or even makeup on her face. Purity.

The man on the other hand was large and muscular, standing in stark contrast to innocence manifest that stood next to him. He had on a darkened leather vest with black metal chain link in between the exposed pieces of leather. His face screamed that he was a veteran of many battles, clear as day from the nasty scar that started from the bottom of his chin and went all the way up to his forehead. Mayhem.

One pair of bright blue eyes and one pair of glaring silver eyes looked at the two world leaders who, on the surface, controlled one half of the planet that each of them called home.

"Representative of the Lord's grace, Saint Lucy of the World Church."

"Representative of human mettle and grit, Herne of the Daemonhunters."

The two world leaders looked at one another once more with raised eyebrows then back at their two guests,

"A member of the catholic church and...whatever you are?" said the fat man.

"How are you on equal standing of the two leaders of the world?" said the thin man.

Lucy brought her hands together, as if she were in prayer, and was about to make a heartfelt plea but the self proclaimed Daemonhunter stopped her once more by placing his massive hand on her shoulder.

"How about you see for yourself? Eternal GodKing of the West," provoked Herne as he sent his glare towards the fat man. Then to the thin one he did much the same, "Or you, Glorious Leader of the East? One on one, take your pick and fight us. See for yourself our strength."

The two leaders were clearly surprised by the sudden challenge, looking at the two who had challenged them carefully.

"I am no coward. The spirit of my forefathers is within me, believe it."

"Hmmph, if he is onboard then I am as well. I fear no man, or woman."

"Good, good," said Herne as he summoned a screen in front of him and typed in several commands, "Accept the duel request then, for the right to choose the first three fighters."

The same exact screen appeared in front of the GodKing and the Glorious Leader, each tapping "ACCEPT" without any hesitation.

The same androgynous voice appeared once more, this time in their luxury booth, and said with a booming voice,

"A duel for the right of choosing the first three heroes of your planet has been instigated. True death will be temporarily disabled...transporting..."

Four separate cosmic gates appeared above each of the figures in the room, falling on them and causing them to disappear completely as the gate went from head to toe.

They then found themselves in the very same arena that had been fought in before, a floating colosseum in a completely empty part of the universe. The end of the universe.

The arena was sectioned in two, with a giant see through barrier of some kind appearing. Then two flashes of light appeared on each side of the arena opposite one another, as the combatants faced their opponent.

"In arena 1 we have: Eternal GodKing of the West VS Grandmaster Daemonhunter Herne...

"In arena 2 we have: Supreme Saint Lucy VS Glorious Leader of the East...

"All restrictions will be lifted, true death is disabled...please choose your weapons."

In the hands of the Daemonhunter appeared a birdcage in his left and in his right an old tome of some kind with a black and red cover that looked like it was made up of flesh.

In the hands of the Saint a massive wooden cross appeared, one that had a rusty nail in each of the four limbs of the cross that had a red tint to the wood near each nail.

Nothing appeared in the hands of the Godking, though he did look a little more rotund around the waist.

In the hands of the Glorious Leader appeared two thin blades made of folded steel, one small and one large. He put the small one on his belt and the large one he held at the ready, with the sheath still on, in a draw stance.

"The battle will begin in 10....9...8.."

"Little girl, I suggest you surrender. Though you may not die, I am not a fan of hurting beautiful thing," offered the Glorious Leader with an air of magnaminty.

While the GodKing looked at the two 'weapons' of his opponent, barely able to contain the rumbling laughter that sent waves down his morbidly obese body.

"Are you going to make me drowsy with a bed time poem and then bash me on the head with that little cage? GAHAHHHA"

The two did not respond for the provocations, instead each of them spoke in an ancient language as quick as they could preparing for who knows what.

"3..2...1...FIGHT."

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The moment the GodKing heard the signal to begin, he immediately aimed his hand towards his opponent.

His right arm let out a mechanical hiss as it transformed from the right hand of a fat man to a small weapon of mass destruction. It looked like a hyper advanced cannon straight out of sci fi, with the end slowly glowing white and then a cool blue color as it whirred and hissed. Electric arcs started to form around the weapon, bouncing off of it and turning whatever it hit a charcoal black color.

"TASTE PARTICLE CANNON(of freedom) SUCKER!" Cried the GodKing in delight as a holographic targeting array appeared over his right eye, locking on to the enemy in front of him in case he shifted in place like the opponent he saw before did.

Such a thing did not happen though and his cannon charged completely, creating a large pure blue plasma that was about to launch forth when the GodKing suddenly found himself shift in space someplace else.

The shot still fired, a powerful blast that rippled across the air in front of him and melted the now metal floor as it passed. Shooting in between two massive metal columns, it melted the surface of each that it passed before fizzling out of existence some distance far away.

'What in the blazes? Where am I?'

The GodKing's bionic eye scanned his surroundings and compared it to his previous location, revealing that he was in fact...

"INSIDE THE BIRDCAGE!??!?" Exclaimed the GodKing in shock as he revisited the data again and again but each time the conclusion was the same.

He walked to the edge of the cage, right up to the large yellow metal bars, and stuck his head as far as he could through the cage to look at the massive figure of Herne who was still chanting in some tongue or other.

'Lady Liberty, translate the nonsense that man is saying' commanded the GodKing in his mind.

'Affirmative GodKing...Searching database...searching...match found: Latin Daemonica, a made up language that first appeared in demonology during the early medieval period.

'Translation: 'Demon of change, demon of wit, and demon of the mind...heed my call and come forth, do the bidding of I lest I render your soul asunder and rob you of your eternal existence unbound by time and unbound by space....

'Suggestion: Stop him from completing the chant, if he has the ability to transport you into a birdcage then whatever he is preparing next is highly likely to be even more unimaginable'

The GodKing nodded, not even phased by the extremely cutsey and high pitched voice of his biological AI chip that was installed inside of him as he had specifically chosen that long ago.

His right arm turned back into a normal hand, although it was now bright red and was clearly steaming. He then produced his left hand, which shot forth a red plasma blade that was designed to cut through anything in existence.

He then swung it at the metal bars, slowly burning his way through the massive pieces of metal.

"Damn, in actuality I could snap this in half with two of my fingers but my strength has been reduced at the same scale as my size reduction...how frustrating..."

He continued to cut, finishing one bar within seconds and then another and then another.

Eventually he had cut enough to fit his large figure through. But the moment he stepped through it and out into the real world, he felt himself be teleported through space once more and appeared back where he was standing at the start.

Herne was still chanting whatever, but the GodKing was free to act at last.

"What a weird trick, but a trick is all it is...now, taste my petit particle cannon!"

He aimed his fingers at the enemy in front of him, each of them turning into small miniature sci fi esque cannons that began to slowly glow white and then blue just like the massive one from before.

It was at this moment, however, that Herne opened his eyes and smiled a devilish grin.

"Quae in lucem prodeat(Step out and into the never ending light)."

A gaping hole suddenly opened in the floor the moment those words of power were spoken, two massive hands reaching out and grabbing the ground like the rungs of a ladder. Slowly the creature dragged itself out, revealing a body made of a sick conjunction of several dozen human figures arrayed in a random fashion.