And after that overload of information, I was back in the Colosseum. Azeroth was no longer under me, now clashing blades with Erica. She noticed I had opened my eyes, and quickly kicked Erica away.

"My Ken...are you back?" She hopefully asked.

"I am." I smiled. "Xena."

"Ken?!" Loki and Medea shouted.

Azeroth looked towards me, before suddenly clutching her face in her hands with a vicious growl. She started to laugh, and I cautiously watched as she started to maniacally laugh.

"I can't believe you..." She laughed, an edge in her voice. "To trick me like that!"

"You saw through that quickly." I sighed.

Loki, you ready?

"Let's do this." Loki grinned.

"Careful." Medea spoke. "Something is different about her."

Divine Shift.

I felt power rush into me once again as the shadows climbed around my body. As I clenched my fists, green lightning burst around me once more as my eyes glowed a deadly green.

Azeroth looked at me differently, walking forwards with an incredibly serious face compared to what we had seen from her so far. In an instant she had appeared in front of me with a fist heading for my face.

I caught her hand, and then caught her next kick with my other hand. She suddenly jumped up, flipping over me and twisting my arms. I ended up letting go of her, allowing her to grip me from behind and throw me with incredible force.

I slammed into the wall of the Colosseum, a crater forming behind me with cracks crawling across the walls.

Azeroth quickly turned around, summoning her black sword and blocking Erica's swing. I regathered myself, planting my feet into the ground, before blasting forwards in an explosion of green fire.

Azeroth turned to see my fist, and barely caught it while still holding off Erica with one hand on her sword. I flipped over her like Azeroth had just done with me, holding tightly onto her hand.

Planting my feet onto the ground on her other side, I pulled her over and slammed her into the ground. I slammed an electrifying fist into her head before shortly getting kicked off.

She sprung herself back up, barely dodging another slice from Erica. The two of them clashed, sparks flying from their blades as they pressed against each other.

Erica's blade started to glow a bright white, with Azeroth gritting her teeth in frustration as she realized Erica would seriously injure her from using that ability this close.

She backed away, before suddenly looking around as she realized she couldn't find me. She suddenly turned around, looking at me in furious anger as I appeared behind her, swinging my sword right at her neck.

This one would hit.

. . .

Azeroth quickly turned around, summoning her black sword and blocking Erica's swing. I regathered myself, planting my feet into the ground, before blasting forwards in an explosion of green fire.

Azeroth turned to see my fist, and quickly ended her clash with Erica, dodging out of the way. I readjusted myself midair, summoning Loki in his axe form and clashing against Azeroth.

As we struggled against each other, I suddenly broke it off, kneeling down and exposing my back. Azeroth brought her sword up to swing down at my sudden, weirdly exposed shape, before realizing Erica was rushing straight towards her.

Erica jumped onto my back, using it as support to launch higher with a glowing Excalibur.

"DIE!" She screamed, swinging Excalibur with a blinding flash of light.

. . .

Azeroth turned to see my fist, and quickly ended her clash with Erica, dodging out of the way. I readjusted myself midair, summoning Loki in his axe form and clashing against Azeroth.

As we struggled against each other, I suddenly broke it off, kneeling down and exposing my back. Instead of going for it like I thought she would, Azeroth swung her sword and threw it forwards at breakneck speeds.

Erica stopped her run, barely dodging the sword which rushed past her face at extreme speeds. While that short plan failed, it left her wide open.

I swung my axe straight through Azeroth's stomach.

. . .

Azeroth turned to see my fist, and quickly ended her clash with Erica, dodging out of the way. I readjusted myself midair, summoning Loki in his axe form and clashing against Azeroth.

She quickly broke off our lock, jumping backwards as Erica ran up from behind me. Erica stood next to me, the two of us staring down Azeroth.

"Damn...you...!" Azeroth clutched at her head, her eyes wide with a mixture of pain and anger. "I don't care how many times it takes!"

Shit. This isn't good.

I charged Loki up with green lightning, before activating the next tier, Amplification. I threw the axe at an extreme speed, watching as it spun straight at Azeroth.

It was almost there.

"I'll make you mine!" She screamed.

. . .

"This is the end, Azeroth." I spat. I stood upon her, ready to finally end it.

"...not yet." She whispered.

But suddenly a strange, strong sense of deja vu hit me. She suddenly gripped my face, and I was no longer in the colosseum. And I saw everything. Azeroth's whole life, flashing through my mind.

Suddenly those three words that locked up the other Erica's memories suddenly made more sense.

Ken Kage. The person who saved her when the world ended.

Goddess. How she saw herself now.

And Xena. Who she was.

To think that she had reset the world of Heaven's Hell so many times. That's how I went against another Erica, and earlier another me. They were from a previous reset.

And I'm Ken #627.

No. I am the Ken Kage.

And yet, despite all of this new information, it felt strangely familiar. Almost as if I knew it beforehand. But it was laid dormant.

"This odd sense of nostalgia..." Loki muttered.

"I notice it too." Medea spoke.

We've been through this before.

Azeroth was no longer under me, now clashing blades with Erica. She noticed I had opened my eyes, and quickly kicked Erica away.

She looked at me expectantly.

"Which one is this?" I asked her.

"What?" She narrowed her eyes at me, confused.

"Which reset is this?" I questioned. "How many times have we been through this?"

"You can tell..." Azeroth's eyes widened. "This is still attempt 627. But we've been through this battle 38 times. How were you able to tell...? You don't have any time abilities..."

"I see..." I said to myself. "Then this will be the final one."

I could see it. She was wearing down. If I kept up at this, it didn't matter how many times she reset this battle. I will win.

"Please...come back to me, my Ken." She begged.

"I was never your Ken." I replied. "And I will never be yours. Go ahead, reset it again. Each and every time, I will kill you."

It doesn't matter if it's ten times, or a million...

"You won't ever take me away from my girls." I grinned.

"Ken..." Erica looked at me with happy tears in her eyes.

"..." Azeroth clenched her hands in frustration. "Damn it all...fine!"

She opened her mouth and pointed to me, ready to say something that I wouldn't end up remembering, before suddenly gasping in pain. She stumbled forwards, looking down at her stomach.

A glowing, pink katana was stabbed straight through. Her outfit slowly started to become red around the stomach. In one instant, more damage had been done to her than ever.

And I knew exactly by who.

"No...not like this..." Azeroth spat.

"Hello there, bitch." A new voice spoke.

Azeroth turned around to see Kira-no, Rose walking towards her. She had her gas mask on, her Pink Death persona up.

"Who..." Azeroth growled.

"Let me let you in on a little secret." She spoke as she got closer.

Erica stood with me, intently looking towards the scene, ready to strike.

Azeroth's eyes suddenly widened. "Why? Why can I not-?!"

Rose took the moment, grabbing her other katana and stabbing it straight through Azeroth's chest.

"A gift from my goddess." Rose continued. She grabbed Azeroth's face, turning it to look at her. "As for that secret...Ken Kage is MINE."

"No..." Azeroth weakly spoke.

Rose tore both of her katanas out, and in one swift movement, cut off Azeroth's head. It rolled across the ground, coming to a stop in front of me, with her lifeless eyes staring up into my own.

"I'll have to thank Goddess again for the special katanas." Rose muttered, before bringing her eyes towards me.

"Don't worry, my love." A crazy look overtook her eyes, and I could tell, despite the mask, that a psychotic grin laid underneath. "I'll have you back...soon."

She slashed through the air, creating a portal very similar to my own, other than the pink color which matched her aesthetic.

And then she walked through.

"...damn her." Erica angrily muttered, gripping onto my arm protectively.

Well...at least the Demon King is dead. Though I would have rather put a bullet through her head myself.

I hope the others haven't had too hard of a time, back in our world.