"Sir Akuma, no sight of enemy convoy in area!" One of the Isa members reported.

"No sight of the enemy in my area as well!" Another reported.

"Very well. Back to your stations." Akuma said with a monotone chill voice as he got up from his rock.

Where are you?...

Akuma thought as a finger of icy wind traced across his cheek.

"Sir Akuma! The blizzard is coming in! Shall we retreat for the day?"

"No." Akuma replied without turning. "Keep looking."

"But sir..." his guild member voice stopped short.

"You should have listened to your man." A dark unfamiliar voice finished off.

Then slowly, with a face of an ice mask, Akuma turned.

"Oh, don't look so cold, you can apologize to him real soon..." the voice belonged to a dark hooded figure, with his face buried under the shadow of his hood.

Silence, as Akuma's man disappeared into the wind in a million pixels.

"Oh don't bother crying out for help, your men should all be...dead." The hooded figure let out a chuckle.

"Demon Lord of Madness." Akuma said without emotion.

"That's me alright!" The hooded fugue let out a dark chuckle. "But no need for the long name, just call me...Demon. Because that's what you will know me as very soon..."

"My lord." Another hooded figure appeared from behind the first one. "Our legion has engaged a combat, though his men are putting up more of a fight then expected." This hooded figure voice was much more softer then the previous, almost feminine.

"Oh darling, we shadow legion have nothing to fear..." Demon said as he cocked his head slightly to his subordinate.

"This right here is the famous...." There was a pause in Demon's voice.

"Akuma." Demon let out another dark chuckle. "Seal all paths to this mountain and see no one disturb this duel, I am counting on you darling."

"Understood my lord." With that, the 2nd hooded figure melted into the shadows.

"Now now..." Demon spoke up again. "With no one left to disturb us, shall we play a game of...Live or die?"

Q: Place your bets! Demon or Akuma?