The dual eye colored demon stood in a familiar area that he remembered fairly well. A place where he had entered in a tournament, the very same tournament he planned on reentering again, with his sister. Not many knew about his first time being to Sphere Island for their tournament that they hosted every so often but if they did they would know how it ended in failure. Cirven and Aayla would leave their winning position in the tournament so that they could go and complete an emergency mission that was much more dire than some competition to see who was stronger. This ultimately lead the two siblings into a small war between a castle and some ghoulish enemies where they were surprisingly captured by another group who were completely unrelated to the events going on around them. The group's name was called Cor Torva. The very same group that lead to much of the sorrow in Cirven's life and the very same one that kept his sister as ransom as they forced him to be an assassin for their cause.
It was also the very same group that his mother, Salindra was in charge of. He was forced to accept mission after mission to kill any who could oppose Cor Torva or knew too much about them but Cirven could not care about who he killed because he had to do it to protect his younger sister so he developed into a different person. A darker person. It was all in order to save his sister but ultimately it ended with him disobeying an order to kill a young girl and lead to his sister being killed. He would find out later that those he killed were all evil in some way anyways but that did not mean anything because he still killed them which was something he did not do in the past. The flashes of her death had never stopped from that day and they were mostly there because he did it. His mother caused him to go into a sort of demonic rage and the first thing around him was his sister which lead to her being overwhelmed by him and killed. The memory was suppressed by him in a way because while he was in his demonic rage he did not think much and his memory was too fuzzy on it all. He only really remembered holding her dead body. He would find out later that his mother did not cause the rage and it was actually one of her subordinates doing it out of spite of him being her son.
The thoughts of the past caused the man to boil up inside with anger. An anger that he planned to tame while inside the confides of an arena where he would be fighting others. He stood in the lobby area of the arena where many had come to sign up to fight. Men and women of all different species and races showed up to fight. Even some who brought their beasts to fight in their place showed up. It only helped to remind Cirven of when his sister and him had signed themselves up the first time he was there. She was scared and nervous while he was confident and cocky but at the same time protected her like she was everything to him because she really was just that with being his only surviving family member.
"Hey." A man's voice called out. "Haven't I seen you around before?" Cirven turned his focus on a bearded man who wore silver armor. He looked like he had been in many battles in the arena before. "I doubt it." Was his quick response and he continued to move to the front desk. The bearded man grabbed Cirven's shoulder and stopped him from moving. "Hey boy! Did your parents not teach you any manners?! You don't just turn to someone when they are talking to you! Especially someone who is older! I am Hermon and am a great warrior here at the arena! You will show me respect!" Hermon introduced himself in a aggressive and weird way especially to a person who seemed like to not care at all. Cirven looked at the hand on his shoulder and grabbed it. This caused Hermon to try and hold his hand on his shoulder but Cirven quickly overpowered him and pulled the hand off while twisting Hermon's wrist. "I don't really have time to deal with scraps from arena fights, old man. How about you find some bar to go to and talk about your old adventures in the arena?" Hermon growled out in pain as Cirven spoke to him. He let go of the man's wrist and turned around from him but this did not stop Hermon at all. He had just been humiliated and wanted to get some redemption as soon as possible.
Hermon looked down at his hand and used requip magic to summon up a massive axe that he swung out towards Cirven's back. "I didn't really want to do this but..." Cirven put out his arm and morphed it into the blade of a sword. He used it to quickly parry the axe heading towards him which sent it flying into the air and used his speed to get in close to Hermon where he held the blade that was now his arm up to Hermon's neck. "..I guess I will show you some of what I can do.." Hermon stood in place with beads of sweat building all over his face. "I, I, I was just testing you! Ha! You pass with flying colors! You have the Hermon stamp of approval!" Hermon spoke out quickly trying to play off that he was trying to really hurt Cirven. "Right. I'm going to go sign up now but remember I could have cleaved your head off to give the arena a pregame show." Cirven sighed and changed his arm back to normal before moving away from Hermon and back towards the counter.
Once at the counter Cirven found himself face to face with a new dilemma in the form of a sign that hung above the counter. "What does that sign mean by 'Doubles Fighting Kings'...?" He knew what it meant but asked the question anyways. The man behind the counter stared at him like he was stupid and didn't answer. "I'm guessing I can't enter alone either, huh?" The receptionist shook his head. "Not the talkative type, are you?" The receptionist stared at him with no emotion being displayed on his face. "Ugh.. I am not teaming with anyone here either but I have no choice." Cirven placed his hand on his forehead and pulled it down across his face. "Okay. There has to be someone who can keep up with me here..." He turned from the counter and looked around the lobby area for anyone who he thought looked strong enough or possibly if he was lucky enough to see someone he knew.
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