Out of the Hell Gate, Hikaru walked, back into the grounds of Mortality's Plane's. One glance at her surroundings and Hikaru knew where she was. It was the participants area. It looked like the match hadn't even started yet. So all she could do was wait. But with Gaserlake there? In a normal tournament, people that weren't participants wouldn't be allowed in this area. But then again, this was Hell.
Sighing to herself, Hikaru surveyed the room further, where was everyone? Was this really all that was left? Herself? That couldn't be, she had to have an opponent. And Celesite and Nisorin were back on the mortal plane. But other than that? Was this it? She truly had been a way too long. The once filled tournament, was now down to her, her opponent, and the Lertises.
"Looks like Lucifer is getting his way..." Hikaru mumbled aloud to herself. "Four people left..." Continuing to glance around, Hikaru tried to figure out what happened with each match, where the people would be as of now, who could have won, and who could have lost. Where was Koty? His son, Vincent, Rogue, and his servant? And that Alchemist, just where was he? Wait a minute... "Hold on..." Hikaru looked right and left, rather quickly, trying to figure out something. "Kieth.. he was with Celestie, but then..." Hikaru thought for a moment.
"My father... or ...Kieth... Who could have won, who could have lost...?!" Hikaru punched the closest wall to her. Her fist hitting the material of hell and leaving a light dent into it. "God dammit!" God Dammit, was right. While Hikaru was stick 'playing' with the damn Aralangs and being their prisoner, life was passing by, and she couldn't tell what was going on anymore. The tournament, where people were, everything of the outside world. Dammit, just dammit! Hikaru leaned her head against her fist that was still resting on the wall.