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Their bond was unbreakable, and Asmodea continued to be Orcus's source of comfort and encouragement.
He knew that with her by his side, he would be able to overcome any obstacle in his path, including winning the tournament and joining the Pillar of Lust. And so, he remained resolute in his pursuit, determined to prove his worth and exact his revenge.
Orcus's mentor, Rasppo, was a rough and gruff demon who spoke and train him in a harsh and raspy tone. Despite his rough demeanor, Rasppo had been a very important instructor for Orcus in the dark magic of shadow manipulation.
"As usual, overconfidence. HAH! Oh well, ye deserve it, young 'un." As usual, Rasppo was quick to point out Orcus's overconfidence, but he did so with a hint of amusement in his voice. He took a swig of wine from a bottle he was holding, before bowing his head in Orcus's direction.
Orcus looked a bit taken aback by Rasppo's comment, but he knew better than to argue with his mentor. He was eager to get started with the competition and prove himself as a worthy competitor.
Rasppo seemed to sense his impatience and made a quick gesture with his head towards the entrance of the arena where two other demons were fighting in front of a large crowd.
"If you win," Rasppo said, "I wonder what name you will choose for yourself. But for now, just focus on the task at hand. The people are becoming restless and eager for the next bout." Orcus nodded in agreement and made his way towards the arena, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement building up inside of him.
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The location of the arena for the tournament of the decade was always a closely guarded secret, and it was only revealed at the beginning of each new decade. This time around, the venue was the Sands of Sloth.
Although not as grand or impressive as some of the other arenas, the structure was still a marvel of engineering, the product of nearly a thousand years of work.
Perhaps fittingly, given the name of the Circle, the design of the arena was not overly complex, but it had been meticulously maintained, and every detail was perfectly crafted.
Orcus prepared himself for the tournament by getting dressed, but he opted not to wear any armor. He knew that armor would only limit his ability to manipulate shadows, and that could be a significant disadvantage in a battle.
By not wearing armor, he would be able to bend and contort his flesh in ways that would be impossible if he were encumbered by the weight and rigidity of metal plates.
He knew that he would need every advantage he could get if he hoped to emerge victorious from the tournament and become the newest member of the Pillar of Lust.
Orcus understood the importance of making a good impression on the audience during his battles in the tournament. He knew that his appearance could have a significant impact on how the spectators perceived him and how they would remember him after the event.
Therefore, he always made it a point to dress nicely, even though it might not be the most practical choice for combat.
As he walked onto the arena floor, Orcus could hear the announcer's voice echoing through the arena, introducing him to the crowd. He remained calm and composed, even though he felt nervous on the inside.
He knew that showing any signs of fear or anxiety could be detrimental to his performance and might give his opponent an advantage.
The announcer's words rang in Orcus's ears, "Aaaaaaaaannnnnnd here we have the young, the brash, the crafty, and the unpredictable... Toozomaaat of Lust! The demon mastering the honourable art of Shadow Manipulation!" Orcus walked with a neutral expression, his eyes scanning the audience as he made his way towards the center of the arena.
He felt a rush of adrenaline as he took his position, waiting for his opponent to arrive. The crowd was buzzing with excitement, and Orcus could feel their eyes on him, eagerly anticipating the start of the battle.
He took a deep breath, centering himself and focusing on the task at hand. The arena was his battleground, and he was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.
Orcus was a strong believer in the importance of maintaining a professional demeanor in front of others.
He believed that showing his emotions could make him appear weak and vulnerable, which was not a good thing in his line of work. Therefore, he always made sure to keep his feelings hidden from those around him, except for those he cared about deeply.
As the arena gates opened, Orcus stepped forward to take his place on the battlefield. He waited patiently for his opponent to make her entrance before he began to move forward. He had watched her previous fights and knew that this would not be an easy battle.
The announcer's voice boomed through the arena, introducing the next fighter. "And finally, we have both competitors on the arena! Let me introduce the lovely, the relentless, the smooth, and the merciless... Janr of Envy! The Jotun who reigns supreme over her frozen arsenal!"
Orcus watched as Janr strode confidently onto the battlefield. She was an imposing figure, towering over him with her frozen weaponry at the ready. But Orcus did not falter. He stood his ground, ready to face whatever she threw his way.
The announcer introduced Orcus' opponent, Janr, as "the lovely, the relentless, the smooth, and the merciless." Orcus suspected that the Emperor himself had handpicked Janr for this event, which made her all the more dangerous. He knew that he had to eliminate her quickly to secure his victory.
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