[center][h1][b][color=A5F2F3]Ghelgath Fenrir Calder-Berg[/color][/b][/h1]
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Ghelgath listened to Hohenheim's rules about the little "game" at hand. He couldn't help but chuckle in glee. He feels like this is going to be a rather fun game to participate in. Several levels and stages, all sounding like much fun. Yet out of the five stages, he knows which one he's going to ace without any trouble at out. He was molded by the cold, he LIVES in cold, and yet he's so cold, hot heat actually affects him if exposed for such long periods. 

Perhaps it will be better if Ghel joined a group or at the very least/most, a single partner. He could always send out his golems or goons, but he'll be saving them for later. That way his magic can be reserved for say... the final stages if anything. But to think he'll play clean... is to say that mud can be clean. He'll need to partner up with someone of his own. Even if he doesn't it'll be ok, but it's better then going alone.. He then sees good ole' Henry, perhaps one of the most relatable people in Hell's doors. Giving him a nice budge on the shoulder, Ghelgath simply chuckles as he invites him over.

[b][color=A5F2F3]"My main partner-in-crime Henry,"[/color][/b] he says to him quietly while winking confidently, [b][color=A5F2F3]"Waddya say we team up on this one, eh?"[/color][/b]

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[center][b][h1]Zeruel[/h1][/b]
[@Awesomoman64][@TheWindel][/center]

Zeruel was not amused at what he was seeing and hearing. A game? A simple insignificant game? He thinks it's rather pathetic. He signed up to square off against some demons, not against some simple game. To him, it's going to be all too easy. He can easily get to the end without getting sunk or held back by many forces. He remains silent, all until Hell's brute, Barlog, asks a simple question.

[color=C7500C][i]”So. Who go first?”[/i][/color]

It's best to get this game over with. The Arm Of God steps forward, having no care to anyone that he "shoves" out of the way. He wasn't doing this competitively, but again, rather to be finished with this little game. Glaring sinisterly at the castle's host, he speaks loud and clear.

[b]"Confidence born of ignorance..."[/b] he booms in reference to everyone else that was in the room, as he crosses his white muscular arms, [b]"This insignificant challenge is miniscule compared to real challenges I've fought over the eons of my existence. You rudimentary figures of blood and flesh, will be shown how effortlessly I will beat this little game..."

I demand myself to journey first."[/b]