Believe in the Nightmare! (EOD Rp #1)

[𝓓𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓚𝓸𝓼𝓵𝓸𝓯𝓯]

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White flames spouted like a geyser from Duke's gaping chest, and his irises changed from their normal shade to a dark, burning, crimson red. The flames danced about, and cloaked his arms, legs, and chest, forcing the demon to release his iron tight bite, dropping Duke to the floor. The white flames sealed Duke's wound, burning it shut as if his skin and muscles were wax, and completely engulfed his body like some demonic burning armor.

Before the flying demon could react, Duke jams his fiery fist down its tender throat, launching a ball of fire from his palm, sending the monster hurling backward like a rocket. The monster puked up white and orange flames like blood, then focusing its gaze on Duke, who was now staring, smiling at his arm, covered in the fiery blood of the monster. The beast roared, spewing fire everywhere, as it lunged at Duke. When in striking distance, the beast clamped it's mouth down like a bear trap on Duke's arm.

Without flinching or wincing, Duke grasped the beast's bottom jaw as he laughed. In one swift, devastating motion, Duke snapped the demon's jaws in opposite directions, completely ripping its head in half.

The flying hunter screeched and bellowed, then fell to the ground, twitching and convulsing like a snake that had been cut in half. With another demonic smile, Duke dropped his foot down on the monster's bony back; crushing its spine as if was a fragile piece of glass. Without hesitating, Duke reached down with his hands grasped the beast's enormous wings and tore them like paper from its body. The demon's body went limp, then faded away; leaving nothing but a red and black smoke where the terrible beast once laid.

Unsatisfied with his first kill, Duke turned his sights to the other monster, his fist still crushing a shadowy figure. Then, in the slightest of instances, Duke's flaming leg crashed like a canon into the demon's head. The inhuman force of his attack broke the beast's jaw and shattered its teeth like they were clay; the trauma from the blow caused the beast to loosen its grip on the shadowy figure, dropping it to the earth several meters below.

The demon recoiled, then swung its fist hard at Duke. He only laughed, catching the battering ram-like punch with no trouble at all, the countering with his own. Duke's burning fist landed on the monster's chest like a bullet, tearing a hole the size of a cannonball into the monster's chest. The demon's wing flapped rapidly, creating a small hurricane that propelled Duke dozens of meters in the opposite direction. Again, Duke laughed, his injuries healing at a rate beyond what should be humanly possible.

The white flames that had previously been cloaking his body exploded, ripping nearby trees out of the ground and tearing up the ground around him. The flames on his arms pulsed then took shape. The fire merged with the shadowy figure laying on the ground it was black, darker than a sky with no stars; true, unyielding darkness as it floated up the eyes lit up with a white flame that once covered Duke's body. The newly formed demon forced its mouth open and started to suck in the air as it did before, hoping to destroy the devil that stood before him, known as Duke, yet with eyes darker than the abyss now.

No sooner had the demon opened its mouth, than Duke disappeared as if his presence had been wiped from existence itself, only to appear in the air merely inches away from the demon's face. Without hesitating, stopping, or even slowing down, Duke ripped through the demon's arm like it was made of water. Flames flowed and shot from the gaping wound like a tsunami of fire. The demon's remaining arm had been reduced to nothing but a pile of ash. Without missing a beat, Duke stopped on a dime and turned, this time taking off the demon's leg and wing, his hands tore through flesh and fire alike.

Without another moment, his hands ripped through the demon's chest, reducing the fiery demon to a reddish-black cloud of smoke; identical to that of the flying demon. As the demon disappeared the shadowy figure took its place once again standing in front of Duke to see a new, darker demon before him, only to realize this demon, was the man that destroyed the two demon's that controlled him. His eyes shone as if hell burned beneath his irises, and his smile no longer was the smile of a human; now it appeared more like the smile of some evil king, far surpassing even Satin himself. Duke was no longer a mortal man but a demon of fire. As Duke looked at the shadowy figure he could make pout the face as it slowly came to light showing the Nihilist member Esmur standing before him in fear.


The rush of water can be felt flooding over his face as he lays there on the cold, hard coral stones still asleep. The waves from the ocean crash down yet again all around him yet he barely moves. There's no sound of anything around him as early morning approaches, the sun can be seen rising over the mountains of Anarchy Island. Duke lays there as the water rushes over him drenched in nothing more than a pair of red work out shorts.

The high tide continues to move in as Duke lays there almost coma-like, as the water level rises the location Duke lays is almost completely covered leaving just his face above water. When out of nowhere he wakes as if startled or shocked he sits up soaking wet and not sure where he is or how he arrived there as he looks around.

The images from the nightmare's he was having slowly begin to fade away as he makes his way to his feet. As he begins to walk back to his castle he slips in the stones beneath his feet but quickly catches his footing. It doesn't take him long before he's standing on solid ground and can feel the warm fry grass beneath his feet. As he walks back he begins to think about the nightmare and the fact he saw his upcoming opponent for End of Days, Esmur in it.

The thoughts of last years End of Days come flooding back to him as if it was just yesterday but he tries to push them back as he begins to talk to himself. As he's been doing that a lot these days living on his own forbidden islands alone would cause anyone to start going a bit mad or at least talk to themselves.

"The Russian Nightmare" Duke Kosloff
Esmur, Esmur a man known for tag-team wrestling, but also known for being one a man of greed, only out for one thing gold, the riches in life. Ah, that's the life I left behind the life I held so dear for so long all of my money, my cars, my houses, property it all meant nothing. The championships I have won over the years have meant that I have achieved something more than mere mediocrity. I hold a championship that has given me a permanent home here in Asylum Islands it has made me a king, but it does not make me weak. It doesn't mean that I take things for granted because I sit upon a throne of Bones and rule a kingdom.

A flock of birds flies high above squawking as they pass over him, Duke pays no attention to them as he continues his trek through the evergreen glades of grass in the open fields leading to his castle. He can see the castle walls guarding his empty home as he approaches ever so closer.

"The Russian Nightmare" Duke Kosloff
I now know I face a man who is on the same path as I was, but I also know he is a man full of fear, a man who will fall at my hands on his path to his riches and gold. Esmur doesn't seem to realize I don't need a tag-team partner to be successful I never have tag team partners seem to only be a distraction on your path to success something I had to learn the hard way one too many times in my career.

"The Russian Nightmare" Duke Kosloff
End of Days a tournament that makes careers I have been in the tournament for the last two years this will be my third year. Every year I have made it further than the year before this year is my year to win and it will begin by making Esmur "Believe in the Nightmares"! I'm sure if he was to go and do a little footwork or homework as people like to call it he would find out what I mean when I say, "Believe in the Nightmares". He could simply go talk to the one person I am sure is still having nightmares from our only meeting inside that ring my opponent from round two last year at End of Days.

Oh, I remember that as if it was just last night Dreadvan, Dreadvan, "The Demon"...

Duke, slowly stops walking as he closes his eyes as if he was watching a movie in his mind as he remembers that moment.

Duke goes for the cranium crunch as Dreadvan lays there.

King: MONSTERS VICE, MONSTERS VICE, MONSTERS VICE!!!!
Joey: Yeah but he's applied it on the outside he needs to get back in before the referee finishes the ten-count.

Four...

Five...

You can see the pain on the face of Dreadvan as Duke Kosloff tries to crush his head, Dreadvan finds a crowbar under the ring as he pulls it out he looks at it. As Duke applies more pressure Dreadvan swings the crowbar nailing Duke across the face busting him wide open as blood starts running everywhere. The referee instantly calls for the bell as Dreadvan rolls over onto the "Natural Born Killer" and continues to hit him with the crowbar. The referee along with a couple of other referees try to stop it Finally Dreadvan rolls off of Duke and sits there next to him as if in a trance.

DING... DING... DING...

King: I think Dreadvan just got disqualified, Joey.
Joey: I think so King lets go to the ring for the official word.

Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentleman your winner by disqualification and advancing to the semi-finals DUKE KOSLOFF!!!

Several drops of rain hit Duke in the face snapping him from his thoughts as he stands there. He looks up and sees that a storm has quickly moved in and right above. Duke begins to walk once again towards the castle as he talks among himself.

"The Russian Nightmare" Duke Kosloff
What a night that was it placed the seed of nightmares in the minds of everyone, that night even if they don't know it yet they soon will. Esmur will soon find out that Feeling the Burn will cause those nightmares to come to life. Soon, soon I will have what I want and that's the End of Days briefcase. I will have that long-awaited End of Days tournament victory and Esmur will be nothing more than a casualty of nightmares.

Duke finally makes it to the gates of the castle walls and enters it just as the storm begins to hit full force, the wind is blowing as the rain is pouring down. Duke Climbs up onto the castle walls and yells out into the open with his arms held out wide...

"The Russian Nightmare" Duke Kosloff
"Believe in the Nightmare!!!" "Believe in the Nightmare!!!"