I was given permission to write the fight between Eli and the Demon by Saphiraah. Enjoy.<br/><br/>_______________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>The air thickened and the wafting smell of Sandal Wood incense, whispers spun and swirled through the air as eyes of the spirits Voodoo used watched over the two. There were much silence as the Slayer stood watching, the tattoo aching as he heard in his ears the whispers of Death and Murder ailing him to fight. No step was made as he in took the stranger's appearance. This was new for him but somehow the gate he opened when he accepted RedRum as his companion while surfing Death's river, it came with a price. He was going to pay for it here. Silent whirring came from the blade in Eli's hand as he twirled it in continuous circles. He knew he wasn't much to look at with this baggy outfit but he had disguised himself, he did it to sneak around. His emotions currently were lax and wanting a fight, he was on edge but he was also tired and in pain from the crushing feeling he went through to get in here. Eli didn't care for what the demon said but he didn't like it, nor did he like the fact he was going to possibly die. He had felt what it was once, he didn't like it. If he did die, no one would be able to bring him back would they? He never died before but he came close to it, death was about to be danced around and one would win.Â<br/><br/>His navy eyes watched the demon walk closer but he seemed distracted, looking to his blade he sheathed it and nodded. Closing his eyes he inhaled and felt his heart get louder, inhale and exhale his heart got louder in his ears till it was at a relaxed low. He lifted his hands and clapsed them palm over palm with elbows out, his pinkie and ring fingers folded in along with his thumb before he bent his wrists. One up the other down, palms touching still. The Slayer forced a heavy and audible breath out before he parted his hands and made a leg slide back before he balled his hands into fists. His brows furrowed and he exhaled heavy again with a hitch on his inhale. Opening his eyes he glared with a poisonous tint of green surrounding his navy eyes, he was ready for the demon.<br/><br/>Somehow his meditation was brief and it had also cleared his head of emotion, in honestly he shut out the voice of his spirit(himself) and his companion(RedRum). The air chimed softly with the clatter of bone bead from the breeze of the sir vent down there, he was ready now. The air was not as thick and he could breathe. Eli was relaxed as much as possible but he needed to be fully relaxed if he was to win. Here came the demon and here he stood, with a growl he ran at the man aiming a roundhouse punch at him. As his fist encroached the space of the demon it was grabbed into the palm of him, being squeezed and crushed before Eli swung his other hand up acting like he might hit his gut. Though as the demon went to grab the hand Eli moved it and wheeled a Tiger fist into his opponent's face crunching back his nose a little. He wasn't let go but the recoil his hit gave, created and opening that he could use and he nailed the much larger man in the groin with his knee. The Slayer was released and he began to walk around the slightly doubled over man, who was quick to recover and seemed to take on a darker smile.Â<br/><br/>The fight was about to begin, to take it's toll.Â<br/><br/>A battle of Fate and Destiny...<br/><br/>Step by step the Demon came at him; slowly, cracking knuckles, cracking joints, getting bigger as he strode closer. Eli watched till it was time to strike, though this battle was not to be won fast. It was a life and death match. He was under the grindstone, he had butchered and murdered many on his way to this point. He let his life fall into darkness and not on the borderline that gave safe passage. He was to blame for his actions, he had shame. The victor would be Destiny's hand of Fate's desire while the looser would be beaten and thrown down to darkness. It was a fight to decide who would go on, not who would be left. Eli knew that as a punch connected to the side of his face, impacting in his cheek making it press into his jaw, squishing between his slightly parted teeth before chomping down when he reeled into a shelf corner. His teeth poked into his cheek slightly making him wince and rub his face after pulling his teeth from the side of his mouth. The male spat out a sticky red orange and clear glop onto the floor before charging into the much taller and larger male. His hands griped onto the man and smashed him into a table making the guy's spine pop, Eli backed up and spat again. He looked around and saw nothing to help him sate the bleeding, though he nearly missed a kick. The Slayer lifted his hands and cupped the calf and foot before wrenching it to have the Demon slam onto his back. It was easy to say Eli was not clouded with the words of RedRum.Â<br/><br/>It was as if he was himself once more, no longer the bloodthirsty fool he had been when he started. Eli was clear headed without the crazed words of his spirit companion, maybe it was just him that was the problem? He didn't know but he was in a conflict, he wasn't back on his original path and now that he gave up who he had been... He was just alone and now he was fighting for his life. Though as he backed up and waited quietly for the male to get up he saw the man's muscles flex under then skin, he could see the hidden threat and he scoffed. Big or small, tall or short, round or lanky he had to win. His life was on the line. Soon as the demon was up he looked pissed, Eli heard knuckle bones crack and he stiffened. A thunderous noise sounded as the larger male charged Eli, Eli was slammed into and flung into the wall ricocheting off and into the floor. He got up and spat more blood from his already hurt mouth, rubbing his neck he stood and growled. Without taking stance of defensive conflict the Slayer bolted and swung his right fist upward into the jaw of the Demon, he watched the being stagger before locking his back leg and smacked a heavy roundhouse kick to the side of the guy's neck making him tumble and twist. Eli was angry now, he wasn't as strong, he was weak, pathetic, not a match but he was determined to kick that guy's ass. He wasn't going to become a Demon, he wasn't going to die, he wasn't going to loose.Â<br/><br/>There was no point in loss and he was ready to fight to the finish now; he swung a new punch at the Demon and kept them coming. He was making he male back up and soon as he could he drew his blade backhanded. Rushing at the Demon he narrowed his eyes and slashed at him, flipping it back and forth depending on the strike. His navy eyes held a lighter blue tint in them now,Â "I'm not ready to lay, I'm not ready to fade. I'm<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>ready to die." the Slayer said in anger to the demon. With a howl he back-slashed with the blade cutting open the man's front, he as well injected the poison into him. He jumped back and watched as his opponent fell shaking and scoffed. That was too easy, and as he thought the demon forced the poison out. Eli had no time to raise his blade again, but was caught in shock. Being gripped he coughed and snarled as he was being crushed, but before he could be entirely crushed he was tossed away and picked up again. His wrist was then broken, the one he used to hold the knife. He yelled in pain and rolled away, his breath was heavy and hitched as he winced. Looking to the demon and then around the room he saw a pole, dashing over he was caught agin but this time he had the advantage.Â<br/><br/>It ran a slender stream down the metal, dripping to the floor.Â<br/><br/>Blood told the victor.Â<br/><br/>Eli winced and whirled the man away, gripping his side as he pulled out a small thing of wood. He never noticed that before, it must have slammed into him when he crashed into the wall. The Slayer looked to the man laying on the floor with a pole sticking out of his chest and he huffed; his side, face, wrist, and back hurt. Walking over to his knife he picked it up and put it in it's sheath before walking to head out. As he walked he felt a stab, it made him fall over and he bit his lip as he look to his leg. A wood sliver was in his calf. It's bite was painful as he pulled it free but soon felt a hand over him and he was jerked up, a hand to his throat smashed him into the wall. It held him there, looking. He couldn't believe it. The demon was holding him to the wall and he looked down when he felt a snag. There caught in his side was a sacrificial knife, to the hilt, all six inches. His body then registered the pain and he cried out as he was flung to the floor. Eli was limp, the pain made him immobile.Â He needed to be helped to get the blade out. Looking to the demon he closed his eyes and laid there limp. He didn't look back as he laid on the floor, bleeding with the knife in him, lucky by a bare hair that it wasn't entirely fatal. His body was on it's side as he remained there, at the Demon's mercy.<br/><br/>Eli just lost...