War vs Fraud, Part 1

"Not bad…Daniel Reaper…" Greed croaks, before his eyes close for good.

You were...the strongest opponent that I've ever faced, Greed," Daniel replies before collapsing to the ground as well, soaked in blood and covered in wounds.

Greed, the Fourth Circle of Hell…has been defeated.

"Dammit, I can't rest now. I still need…to kill my dad…" Daniel says, before slipping unconscious.

***

"I know that I would win," Death sighs as the Slumbering White Giant dissipates back into Death's light gray Cursed Power, returning back to its nap, as Death's bone scythe shrinks back down to its usual length then reverts back into Death's black cane. Death stands straight up and cracks his back with a loud "pop," finally being freed from the weight of the Slumbering White Giant. "Foolish Teacher, a mere Circle of Hell challenging a Horsemen of the Apocalypse."

***

"Hey, it looks like we have even more visitors!" War exclaims.

"Who?" Mikey asks.

War slips into a state of concentration, attempting to sense the mighty Cursed Power of the demons who have recently slipped out of the portal to Hell. But then… War's eyes widen.

"What, what is it?!" Mikey snaps.

War's wide eyes narrow down into a sickening grin, as War turns to face Mikey. "Everyone," she answers. "Everyone is here."

Mikey's eyes widen, before narrowing into a smirk. "That's it, I'm going," Mikey says as he makes his way to the elevator.

"For what reason?" War asks.

"Legend has it that Heresey's Cursed Ability is the Flames of Hell," Mikey answers as he enters the elevator. "And I want to test my flames against his."

"I'm going too," War says as she enters the elevator alongside Mikey.

"Why?" Mikey asks, causing War to turn to him and smirk. "I have a date."

Mikey shrugs, as the elevator doors before him and War close.

***

"Chairman!" Renzu cries again as she turns away from her computer monitors again, and turns to face the Chairman.

"What is it now?" The Chairman asks as he jogs up to Renzu again.

"This Cursed Power, it-it's-" Renzu stammers.

"Spit it out, Slayer Renzu!" The Chairman snaps.

"THE REST OF THE NINE CIRCLES ARE HERE!"

The Chairman's eyes widen.

"Well dammit, tell me where they are!" He roars.

"I thought that the Nine Circles were to come out of the same portal of Hell, but some are coming out of the smaller ones too, which are scattered all across the outskirts of New York City," Renzu explains as she turns to face her computer monitor again and begins tapping away. "The Eighth Circle of Hell; Fraud, is fighting War, of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Michael Hakan is on his way to meet the Sixth Circle of Hell; Heresy, and I don't know what to do when they meet. The Fifth and Seventh Circles of Hell; Anger and Violence, are lingering around different portals to Hell, but aren't doing anything at the moment."

"Hmm…" The Chairman mutters as he rubs his chin.

"What…should we do…?" Renzu whimpers as she turns around to face the Chairman again.

"Let Fraud and War fight, that's fine. Also I want you to pay full attention to Michael Hakan and Heresy, we need to see where that boy's allegiance lies," The Chairman answers. "What about the first three Circles of Hell?"

The Chairman is interrupted when he and Renzu hear a giant explosion echo from the lobby of the Slayer Organization Headquarters, causing the entire facility to shake and sway.

Renzu spins around again and begins furiously tapping away at her computer monitor. But when she sees something horrible, she slumps back in her seat, and lets her arms limply flop down to her sides.

"What, what is it?!" The Chairman cries.

"Slowly, Renzu spins around to face the Chairman.

"They're here."

***

"Woah...the city isn't looking too good, aint it?" Cell asks as he peers outside of the truck window, watching as he whizzes by the ruined New York City, which is swarming with demons. Outside of New York City, at the Lincoln Correctional facility, the skies were a pinkish-red with a mild storm raging overhead, but as the inmates grew closer to the city, the sky grew darker as the storm raged on. Now, in the heart of the city, the skies are a dark red as a massive storm rages on, with howling winds, crashing lightning, and booming thunder, the whole works.

"Well…this is as far as she goes," the truck driver says -referring to the overturned cars, ruins of buildings, wildfires, and cracks in the road, which renders vehicles unable to pass by- as he slows to a stop. "She ain't getting over all this."

"Thank you, you've already done enough," Cell replies as he, Rose, Naomi, and Cell hop out of the truck.

"Good luck!" The truck driver says, then turns around and drives off.

"So where to now, Cell?" Rose asks.

"Well I'm going right to my mom's house!" Cell replies, that is; until he spots a figure in blue running by in the distance, with a familiar Cursed Power to him.

"Hey, is that-" Cell asks as he points the figure out to his fellow inmates.

"That is!" Rose answers. "That's the boy who stopped us at the Lincoln Correctional facility three years ago."

"Yeah…Luis Tramontana," Cell adds.

"Well I want some payback!" Naomi snaps.

"Me too," Cell replies as his lips curl up into a smirk. "Let's go."

***

"Wh-who are you?!" Stammers as a group of Pro Slayers, who stare down the blood soaked bodies of two half-demons, after having slaughtered half of their entire squadron, in only a brief couple of seconds.

"Ugh, I can't believe that this is the job that mother gave us!" August groans. "It's too easy!"

"To slaughter as many squadrons as we can between the Portal to Hell and New York City to allows for the demon hordes to advance swifter…" Winter explains.

"Get 'em!" The leader of the squadron shouts, and with a roar, a group of Pro Slayers charge Augusta and Winter, their fists bubbling with various shades of Cursed Power."

"Cryokinesis: Frostbite…" Winter says as she freezes the Pro Slayers in their tracks.

"Charge, my clone army!" August snaps as he sends his clones dashing towards the frozen Pro Slayers, shattering them to bits with Cursed Power reinforced blows, and killing them instantly.

Meanwhile, the other Pro Slayers cower in fear.

"Don't back down, keep fighting!" The leader of the squadron shouts, as the Pro Slayers behind him fire off emissions of Cursed Power of various shades towards August and Winter.

"Cryokinesis: Silver Grip," Winter says as her icy-blue Cursed Power solidifies into a shield, blocking the attacks, before melting.

"Flesh Clones: Transfiguration!" August shouts as he uses his Cursed Ability to spawn two more arms under each arm, which he uses to smash through the final few Pro Slayers with Cursed Power reinforced blows, killing them instantly as well.

A blood-soaked August and Winter stare down the corpses of the Pro Slayers.

"Now…to feast!"

***

"Damnit, where did Anger and Heresy go?" A demon asks as she looks around frantically. This demon is known as the Eighth Circle of Hell; Fraud. "I know that Limbo, Lust, and Gluttony went to go search for the Slayer Organization Headquarters, but damn this city is so hard to navigate!"

Fraud stands about eight feet tall, and her entire body is dripping with blood, leaving her entire body a bright crimson red, except for the black claws, talons, horns, and fail jutting from her body. Fraud's eyes are a medium blue, like oxygenless blood, and her horns and tail end in a tear-drop shape, resembling a droplet of blood.

Fraud's rant is interrupted when she senses a giant mass of Cursed Power, and turns to see War approaching her.

"Ah, so you made it!" Fraud exclaims.

"Well I can never miss an invitation from you," War smirks.

"How long has it been, War?" Fraud asks. "It's been so long, I can hardly remember."

"I only left Hell like three years ago…" War answers.

"You do know why I called you here, War, right?" Fraud asks.

"Meh," War shrugs. "I have an idea."

"YOU BROKE MY HEART WHEN YOU DUMPED ME AND LEFT HELL, WAR!" Fraud wails. "We were lovers for centuries, until you found a crack in the portal of Hell and left me for Death!"

"Woah woah woah, Death is just a friend!" War answers as she holds her hands up in surrender. "He's like my boss. Besides, going into this relationship, I told you that it wouldn't last long, and that it won't work because we're on different sides! It was just "spring fling," you know!"

"How could you say that…I loved you…" Fraud whimpers.

"Love is a strong word," Fraud replies, causing Fraud to gasp.

"THAT'S IT!" Fraud shrieks as blood begins leaking out from the pores of her body and rises into the air around her, molding itself into needles of blood. "If I can't have you…no one can!"