• As I look across the fiery ring, I see my opponent just as beaten up as me. The crowd surrounding the ring was a mish mash of different shapes and forms of Hels demons, some cheering, some booing, and some yelling. All of them bristling with large muscles and there armor plated skin bulging at every angle. As for my opponent a seven foot Hels with a flaming axe with a blade as big as my torso does pose a threat but nothing can match my Syndicate chainsaw. With his battered and bloody body twitching with battle readiness and adrenaline he started to move forward as if to challenge me, what a mistake I think to myself. In a quick second I lift my head up to look him straight in the eyes. His orange flame like gaze met my red as blood signature death gaze. In single moment I move with the speed of a raging beast and bring my weapon up rite under his pectorals and cut a clean gash in his muscular red skin. This is one of many of the weak points in a Hels armored skin and is sure to drawn blood. As if to retaliate he raises his axe above his head, I was already prepared for this so I put the tip of my boot into the top of his kneecap and I push down to get some altitude on him. I flip my saw around and dig the rotating blades into his shoulder. It makes quick work out of his left arm. Blackish liquid explodes out of the stump that was his arm. As I drop to the ground the liquid ignites all around me causing a fiery haze to envelop me but this heat was nothing compared to the Trials by Hel to make me what I am today. As I turn around the haze is dying down and my opponent is now on one knee, clutching the wound that has been dealt to end this fight. The crowd is silent with awe.
    “Your time is finished, forever”
    At those words I lunge forward with my Syndicate Saw reared back.
    “This is the end!”
    I bring my weapon in a fatal arc across his thick neck, sawing the brute`s head clean off his shoulders. Rite before I ended his life he looked me in the eye, he did not have the look of a dying person begging for his life like a worthless burden to his fellow warrior, he had the look of resolve and determination that a warrior must have at the end of his life. Farwell. As his head plopped against the hard ground I removed myself from my cutting position and braced for the step. The dead corpse of my finished opponent expanded and burst into a column of raging flame. As the flame dyes down a little so I can see the crowd and I declared to them with the force of a true warrior.
    “I am Aislin the Crimson, a Syndicate of the Kingdom of Flames and the Inferno, burn in the flames of rage and victory.”

    “What a performance. One of the best if I do say so myself but the best was against that succubus in Kites. Do you remember that one, Aislin?” said my ever faithful companion and biggest fan Mavric over a well built fire and a half way good meal of victor’s meat from the match. Mavric wasn’t exactly your typical Hels. His skin was only part red for one thing and his face was a lot prettier than normal Hels, almost human in fact, except for small fangs and orange eyes. The rest of him was moreover Hels like except less muscle and he’s short for his age. Other than that he looked like adolescent who’s been on the road for a couple years with a chainsaw wielding human with demon powers. He started following me about a year after my memories came back. He asked me if he could become my apprentice I said no then he suggested that he be a disciple of flame. Many Hels warlords have a personal guard called Disciples of Flame that fight and protect, sometimes with their very lives, against anything their master says to. I thought it would be nice to have someone carry my stuff and cook meals so I let him sign The Burning Contract with me, after that we`ve been thick as thieves for about three years now. We travel around fighting match to match earning a good pay and enough food for two days not to mention the praise and rep it gave us. These underground matches were popular with the warlords and citizens of the Inferno so the more you won the more you got back. Eventually if someone in the Kingdom of Flames hears about you and decides to sponsor you can compete in the Thousand Man Royale, which is a competition that makes you part of a elite class of Hels called the Burning Warriors. This made you above warlords and some Barons.
    “Aislin?”
    “What?”
    “ You’re not even listening are you? I asked if you remember the match in Kites where you disemboweled that succubus.”
    “O rite, where she tried to tempt me into walking into an iron maiden and I just sawed it half.”
    “Yeah, then you were like `even your temptations are no match against my burning rage` and ran her through with your saw and went straight up the middle.”
    “If I remember correctly she exploded into a swarm of hornets and it took a lot of energy and annoying stinging to clean that up.”
    “Yeah, but it still was good match even though the cleanup was a whore I thought you handled it like a pro, Aislin.” After he said this he looked down at the fire his eyes looked glazed remembrance. We had had some good times together. As I looked him I noticed something I hadn’t noticed before. In the bottom right hand corner of his left eye there was a sliver of green, but the weirdest part of it is that the more I looked at it the bigger it got. After awhile his whole left eye was an emerald green then I looked at the other eye and it had changed to green also. Then the orange streaks on his face and arms expanded and became a normal skin color and if this wasn’t enough his silver hair changed to jet black. This can`t be possible, he looked like a human. A familiar pain erupted from my Syndicate Marks, the very things that are proof of my power. Like holes in a dam a memory rush into my body with the force of a falling building. It was my natural instinct to push it back but it was too powerful to hold off the force of my past. Visions flashed before my eyes. There were too many to tell what each one was but one stood out above all the others. It was a scene of a boy with green eyes and black hair curled up in a fetal position in the middle of a marble floor, his body quivering in pain. A large dark form like a black cloud curled around his body and seemed to emanate from the middle or his stomach, and then the scene faded out of focus and dropped away into darkness. Coming back to the current time was like surfacing from water, which I have little experience with. As I got closer to the surface of reality, I started to hear mumbles and muffled noises. As the images started to focus the first thing I saw was Mavric`s face right on top of me. Naturally I sat up.
    “Ow, dammit Aislin, just because you pass out doesn’t mean you have to hurt me.” said Mavric while rubbing a bump on his forehead where we “connected”.
    “What about you Mavric, it’s not my fault I passed out and you just happened to be on top of me.” I say as I get up to get back to my seat but now I see why he worried so much the fire had died down to embers. I must have out for at least an hour. Mavric had got up and walked back to his seat. “What happened to you” said Mavric with a tone that was clearly worried
    “It was just some of my memories returning that’s all.”
    “O, that’s all I thought you had a disease or something,” Mavric lets a weak laugh through at the end his sentence but his face spelled a different story. “So, did you get anything important back?”
    “No I don’t think so just some random stuff.” Mavric didn’t believe this for second he had been there when I had little memories came I didn’t pass out for an hour for the little stuff but I knew he wouldn’t push the matter. He just gave me the “worried because you’re lying again” face.
    “Well if you’re ok I’m going bed, night Aislin.”
    “Goodnight, Mavric.”
    And sweet dreams, my dear friend I thought to myself as Mavric walked back to the tent. I looked up at the beautiful night sky. Even after all the world had been through, the sky still gleamed full of stars even more so than when the humans were living here. Maybe the Hels coming here wasn’t such bad thing after all. Well its time to go to bed. We have a long journey ahead and mysteries to be discovered. I can’t shake the image of the boy with green eyes from my vision. That night I slept out under the stars awaiting the next day.