[sylvanSpider]

Hell

Axle's attention turned to the small blonde, watching her eyes dart from demon to demon. She was terrified. He could almost taste it. While fear was generally something he relished, it was something that would need to be trained out of her. Fear, he knew, was how demons died too soon on the battlefield. She sat there, hands clasped, leg twitching, pretty eyes waiting to see the next spectacular thing Hell had to offer. Axle guessed the next spectacular thing would be murders that didn't count in the arena, shortly thereafter being parts of the redhead he himself wouldn't care to see if his life depended on it. “I suppose that is true. But mercy isn't exactly my uh...my forte, so to speak,” he mused. He noted Olivia's facial expression and laughed, “Hey at least he's versed in kidnapping. I'm only versed in murder.”

Olivia's eyes widened and she looked to Xander, strangely enough, for comfort. Never once did she imagine herself ending up in Hell; yet, she was here and she was undoubtedly surrounded by people that deserved to be here. Xander possessed no memories of his former life, so he didn't even know what he did – but she was sure Axle and Nancy knew exactly the chain of events that lead them there. She nodded weakly, wondering if she could actually carry through with killing another human – angel, whatever – if she'd be able to sleep at night through that.

Axle produced something flat from his pocket that had some weight to it, tossed it in the air and caught it, “More like a shitty arena. Think of the shit you'd see in Greece or Rome or whatthefuckever and make it a thousand times less cared for and a bit more bloody. Now c'mon. Can't extend the board out here.” With that, Axle lead the way out of the bar, opening the door and giving a mock bow to the others as they left.

Heaven

Sage watched the two veteran angels fighting like a clash of the titans. Goddesses of fire and ice at war for nothing more than the hell of it. Their movements were fluid, graceful a fatal dance of sweat and adrenaline.

The ice compacted crashing together before combining to be one cohesive unit. Steam sizzled from somewhere in the middle, and as the steam stopped, Katarina, for a moment, believed she won. She stood there, panting, waiting for the ice to drop revealing a recovering Avani. Instead, the ice shattered and Katarina's breath was taken away by a dagger to the heart. She collapsed.