[quote=@Infamous Empath]
The Infamous stepped out of the shadow and into the sunlight, enjoying the feeling of it on his skin. It had been a long time since he felt the sun, even a fake one. There was no sun in Malevora, obviously, and every time he stepped through a portal into another world, it was always night time. And before, when he was a conquering warlord, he was too busy relishing the slaughter of his foes to enjoy the suns of other realms. But there was no enemy to slay here, so he simply stood there, a half smile on his face as he half-paid attention to the mage speak.

When Max was finished, The Infamous finally turned to him, a deadpan countenance crossing his face as he was unimpressed. "Ye do not fear me, because ye know that of my 88 powers, all stolen from slaves and denizens of my empire, I retain but less than half a dozen o' them. And most o' them nay very useful in combat. I do fathom ye're way o' thinkin'. I know types like ye love to bargain, love knowledge and power and things as much as the next basterd. So I'll offer ye somethin' an' in return I ask only for the ability to traverse dimensions at will. I offer ye the only thing I can: meself. Yet don't go thinkin' a bloke like me ain't worth somethin' to a Mad God like Lowkey. For not only will he retain me allegiance, but also that o' the fallen angel on me shoulder."

With that, one of the first - and most evil - fallen angel's took form to the right of The Infamous, however, she did not appear corporeal. Samyazaii's image was that of her original body, a teenage girl, though this appearance also included blood covering her from head to toe. 

Most had never known that the chief fallen angel of all Chaotic Demons had been the one influencing him all these years, and so The Infamous elaborated on that point, "When I was 16 years old, she began manipulating me thoughts and emotions, though I knew it not. Years later, when she revealed herself to me, she also told me that she could not take corporeal form, as part of some curse. We are inseparable, and in the universe I'm from, she commands all Chaotic Demons. Surely that could be of some use to ye and the Mad Git."

The Infamous crossed his bare arms over his leather-clad chest as he smirked with pride.
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The Mad Jester couldn't contain his composure, he started laughing, not the maniacal cackle of earlier but it was loud enough and chilling enough to hear, and enough where he could not keep a strait decorum. Would that his back were not turned to the Infamous, the the look in the mad jesters eyes would reveal the absolute insanity which lies behind his handsome face.

"Oh, ha ha ha, he he he, HAH HAH HAH HAH Haaah! You just don't get it warlord, do you? I cannot have you join my ranks until you see... until you understand. Your base and boorish quest for power is meaningless, there is no substance to it, it is empty. Power for power's sake is wasted effort. Do you not understand what the Mad God's goals are, what my goal is? Don't you understand... the world is a lie, madness masquerading as order wars, famines, plagues, pain suffering, heartbreak, and death and for what purpose does it exist? What is the point of all this pain and suffering? Nothing, the things that people impose upon or world to try to make sense of it are folly. The only thing that makes sense in a pointless world is madness! I don't seek to gain power for the sake of power, I seek to spread the Mad God's message across the whole of creation! I seek to drive everything that breathes absolutely mad. I seek to give the Mad God, the personification of the one god's madness, complete domination over the creators personality. I seek to drive God INSANE!" the Mad Jester ranted and raved.

"Oh but how do I get you to see dear warlord? How do I show you the light? How do show someone who's main obsession in this world is power the true meaning of life? How do I bless you with the gift insanity?" he continued before bowing his hands in prayer, "oh Mad God, are you thinking what I'm thinking, are our thoughts one?"

A voice spoke like the voice of many churning oceans but... distorted, wrong somehow. "Our minds are one my dearest Maximilian," the voice spoke before the Mad Hell went insane and shifted into a scene of utter chaos, utter wrongness, utter insanity which cannot be described except that no man could behold this for long without being driven mad. The voice could be heard beneath the insane bombardment of the senses that the eldritch realm  was no doubt inflicting upon the infamous, "I rob you oh power obsessed one of all of your power. May you be naked and castrated without it. May your mind leave you, and may you see the light of true madness."

The Infamous was stripped of all of his powers and cast out of the cave to place far from it (to be specified by Infamous Empath).