Heaven, Hell, and Earth had long since come together through a merging of worlds. War was a thing of the past. Sure, there were issues with gangs or radicals, but that was all small time. The big guys had their sights set else where.

Moloch, Archdemon of Wrath, was the fourth born son and supposed to join his brothers in the family business. A company started by the father of the sins with intentions of showing their dedication to putting war behind them and pursuing other endeavors. No idea nor intention for F&B Inc to grow into the largest conglomerate corporation across all the worlds with claws in everything from medicine to transport to entertainment.

But business and all that went with it was never really Moloch's vibe. After having tried for a while and feeling utterly suffocated in the suits and offices and meetings, he broke out on his own to forth a path away from the family. Soon finding his niche as a professional fighter.

Tonight, was yet another victory, having brought low yet another worthy opponent that left him bloody, sweaty, and feeling the rush of adrenalin through his veins. Oh what a great fight! And Moloch was so ready to celebrate it.

Slinging himself over the ropes to land with a heavy thud. Fists raised high and speaking in a booming, excited voice, "Celebration party at my place! I wanna see everyone here there!"

An excited roar from the crowd, his fans loving it. Loving him. And he loved this life.