Hong Kong, China

Kuja Avron... once one of Death's mightest of warriors a Death Scythe of immense power that was said to be capable of killing Gods with but a single strike. The black charred flesh moved down over the stone which the pathetic DWMA agents had protected with their lives. A weapon of purity and goodness a weapon to smite all evil and defend all good. The stone dripped with their blood... its bright colors inspected carefully by four crimson slits surrounded by mutilated skin. One of the best and most renowned of the Eight Powerful Warriors. His eyes darted away from the stone as his long tongue slid from his mouth encircling their souls and drawing the into the gapping maw of razor edged fangs...

He scoffed at the pitiful bodies that lay below his towering form. Lord Death was wrong... these beings were not worth saving... giving their lives for a rock. He lifted the Emblem of Fire into the air before swallowing it. "All your hopes are gone... all your dreams crushed... you lived to be undone... you dreamed for nightmares... and you breathed for agony." He continued out of the cave the group had entered and was on their way out of. He had a feeling the rock would draw more souls to him... he would revel in their inadaquicies... and feast upon their failures. The Kishin Egg weapon would wait here... and with the stone safely 'hidden' away no one would be able to steal it with slight of hand... this was going to be morbidly entertaining.