Rider's smile faded underneath his mask as his enemy lazily chuckled, disrespecting the very throne that belonged to Rider.
Countless bodies lied across the ground, with inhuman amounts of blood scattered across the floor of the throne room.
This man...
Had the audacity to lie across the throne that was truly Rider's, kill the good men who guarded it in cold blood, and gruesomely spread their blood across the ground like a sick and twisted ritual...
"What is the name of the demon I will slay...?"
Rider asked, tightening his grip around the black pole arm with violet veins glowing on its cold surface.
The man only gazed at the incineration of his own hand, green flames licking his own freed skin like a psychopath.
Rider tilted his head, cocking an eyebrow below his helm.
When the enemy turned his head, finally acknowledging the presence of the true king, Rider felt hesitation begin to build up within his soul.
A molten obsidean skull rested on the face of the enemy, not even giving proper protection of the head as his long golden hair freely blew with the wind coming from the open windows of the palace.
But his eyes...
His eyes burned with a fiery green... A terribly agonistic green, filled with anger and pride.
Rider felt the energy build up swiftly in his catalyst, lifting the tip of his long halberd to point in the direction of the devil that he was destined to kill.
The man only laughed, pushing against the gold of the throne, letting his body fling onto the ground where stood up slowly.
Gazing forward, the two met each other's stare...
Behind Rider, Ivy was readying a shortsword.
Rider knew that he needed her help to kill such a powerful tyrant, so he gave her a few more moments before attacking the monster before them.
The man lifted his burning hand, holding it out lazily as the flames began to shift and dance with unexplainable order.
The flames began to connect and lodge themselves into physical matter...
A sword made of fire formed in the hands of the Devil, holding it out and pointing its edge right back at the rightful king...
"I am called many names... But you... Will call me Chase, Chase The Nameless..."
Rider almost laughed.
"So... you are a Stray?"
The man only snickered behind his deformed mask.
"Yeah..."
He said, almost unsure of his own answer.
"Something like that..."
He continued after a short pause, then Rider felt his armor rip from behind.
Looking down, he spotted an iron sword sticking straight through his chest...
"B-But... W-We- We were going... To fight him- Together..."
He couldn't believe it, as his heart raced and anger welled up within his being.
The Seer growled, twisting the blade from behind.
"Monster..."
She hissed, pushing the sword's edge deeper into Rider's chest.
Chase chuckled softly, dashing forward at lightning speed.
Rider let his freehand swing backwards, striking the Seer in the face.
Letting the sword simply rest within his flesh, he launched himself straight at the one he was meant to slay.
Energy began to pour out of Rider's being.
Terribly, chaotic, and wonderful energy.
It was like no words in the world could do the violet destruction honor...
It was so... So perfect in Rider's eyes.
The blade ripping into his lungs simply cracked under the force of his own energy, breaking it into thousands of pieces before Chase could even take advantage of his injured state.
Then...
Their blades met with ferocious force, ripping into the very air around them as violet cracks shot through the ground below them.
Purple haze filled the air, as two mighty roars echoed through the burning halls of the castle...
The clash of Chaos and Corruption had begun...