Fiction:Commitment to Insanity

The Commitment to Insanity or the Xhodocto Irony Dispute was a battle that took place between demon lords in Inferno - over the Xhodocto Irony.

Prologue
Twenty years beforehand, the Civatron Hierarch Kroc had defeated the Xhodocto's creator Kamik'Shi - sealing away the Xhodocto in Hell with a blade, the Ilambil Katarn and staying them of their goal in destroying the universe. Some thirteen years after, the Mahanayan commander of the Cult of the Deathmarch Hez'Kalka had invaded Mirenton, destroying numerous DCP forces and taking the blade by hand. A war carried out, resulting in the freedom of the Xhodocto and a release of their true power. The event gave the Xhodocto a new meaning to their name.

The events escalated into raised activity from the Legion, including a pact with the Corruptus Lord Shu'ulathoi - laying waste to the universe and a an event which laid an unprecedented and unimaginable number of realities destroyed at the hands of the Xhodocto. These events all rose from the corruption of the blade - Kamik'Shi living inside of it and turning it into the Xhodocto Irony. From it all, it has stirred reality into darkness' favor in ways of which fate works.

The blade was soon to give rise to even more evil.

Words of Warning
Hez'Kalka, Ekthrikos, Mahedore, and The Dark Purger were standing in a large, destroyed hall, under a fractured onyx-like dome which was cracked from Hell's unforgiving winds. Hez'Kalka stood patient, as usual. Mahedore was with Ztara, who of which were speaking to each other quietly, The Dark Purger standing fairly impatiently and Ekthrikos, with the body language to kill everyone in the room.

A Shade appeared in the room - blackened in appearance and gleaning white in occasion. It spoke with a echoed voice and in a shrill overtone -

"You are all wondering why you are here."

Ekthrikos blurred out violently -

"Get to the point, you cloud of nothingness!"

The resonating, multiple-voiced Ekthrikos startled everyone in the room, of which all took a step back to be clear of the demonic being's anger. The Shade continued with a stuttering manner to its voice -

"The Khazurhal is contesting the Xhodocto Irony to you all. Whoever grasps the blade is its wielder."

The Kicathian demon Kitoruka walked in hastily and with a fixated stare - shifting between all the demons, before stopping and breathing deeply.

"This blade will be mine!" said Mahedore. The statement gave all the demons a faint smirk, for the exception of the demon Ekthrikos who laughed mockingly. The giant demon Shu'suvreca overhung the dome and peered in, with his earth-shaking voiced he said -

"The blade will go to Shu'ulathoi."

Hez'Kalka looked up slowly, and then back to the crowed of excited demon lords - his voice stayed their confidence with his voice - which made Ekthrikos' voice seem like that of a child.

"This blade...none of you can hope to wield. Kamik'Shi has intended this blade for me."

The other demons had their confidence shook - except for the demon Ekthrikos again, who walked arrogantly up to Hez'Kalka, looking up into his face, which was streaming in power. Ekthrikos said nothing, and disappeared in a flourish of flame. Hez'Kalka said nothing, and with a black look to the rest of the demons, disappeared in a red bolt of lightning, of which Kitoruka followed in a similar fashion. TDP and Mahedore looked at each other - TDP disappeared first, and Mahedore and Ztara disappeared soon after, in a less-than-impressive fashion compared to that of the others. Shu'suvreca had already left.

They all encircled the Xhodocto Irony at a great distance - two or three thousand miles on a flat plane. They could see the blade in the centre - a vortex of energy surrounding it and rising above the clouds - exposing the skies of Chaos itself. As the demons appeared up, their vision blurred and so did their minds - the sight of Chaos could not kill them, but destroy them from the inside. They slowly took their eyes of the skies, much like a tight magnet to a metal surface. The blade compelled all of them to attack one another, but none of them dared to strike first. It was a mental game over a battle of wits.