Violia nods and took Az's silence as a yes. She was still unsure with Berri and Zeran but if they say they can take it, she prays that's the case. Once they got to the bottom, the heat was like the core of the earth's. Flames blasting on occasion from cracks in the floor. This place was certainly dangerous for living mortals, let alone harsh working conditions for demons. Demons being built for it though helps. Violia follows the energy and tries to find the soul emitting this magic. As they went along, they ended up seeing ponies and demons alike that are hung on the walls and caged on the ground. Most of mortal souls looking like they have been through a life time here, and in most cases, is the case. If not longer. The demons on the other hoof look to be tortured in special ways down here. These must be the insubordinates Violia was talking about.
The lights turned back on, and there were two Mats, one had the other in a headlock. The one in the headlock was trying to shove him off, "Get off!" The other one smirked, "Not until you quit lying to yourself." The one in the headlock back body dropped the other one, but the headlock was being held on. The one with the headlock continued to speak as he got up, "Your fate has already been decided. You're going to get stronger, but, your strength is going to be what shatters you. Everything will leave you. You'll be all alone." Mat grunts as he back body drops the other Mat again.
Violia looks back to Zeran. "Becarful. While these demons are behind cages, do not agitate them or let one touch you. Their touch will give you third degree burns down in a place like this." She then looks to Az. "Many of them down here are destined to eternal sentences for their crimes. Mortals are down here foe crimes that would warrant them too dangerous for normal containment means and are stuck for eternity. Demons are tortured here for the crimes against the ruling Monarchy at work. Many have tried to overthrow the lord or have tried to break rules to fit their needs for more power. While this would be not as punishable for a demon if done in mortal society, doing it here is taken rather seriously." A few demon ponies tried to reach out and hiss at them as they passed, while others just watched with their glowing, hate-filled eyes. "These demon ponies have been driven to be purely feral and are a menace to their own kin, as well as mortals. However if the ruling lord or lady decides on a Equestrian invasion, he or she is allowed to unleash the tortured demons of the pit upon mortal ponies in the invasion as disposable pawns."
Azrael glanced at some of the demons as he followed. Within the mind, Dusty could be as strong as he wanted. He waited for them to get back up before sprinting forward and launching a dropkick at the face of the attacking Mat.
The clone Mat finally let go, bouncing against the ropes due to the dropkick, hanging on to them. He then turned to the two, waving a hoof, a cell coming down from above, closing the three in as he gave a slight chuckle, "Screw you, Dusty. The fact is, we're turning into a monster. You can already hear the murmurs starting." He spat a bit on the canvas. "So we might as well give them the monster they want." Real Mat glared at the clone, "Shut up." The clone Mat smirked a bit as the cell landed, "You heard what they said, didn't you?" He slowly walked towards them, "... He's getting too strong... we should take care of him now...."
"It's a handicap match now. Let's just beat this darkness down." Dusty floated a chair and a kendo stick over. "Pick one, Mat."
Violia soon felt like they were getting close. This maze of a pit was hard to traverse but the soul's energy signature was a lot closer. She hopes to pin point the pony or demon pony before too long. "Any idea's who you think well find Azrael?" Violia asks him as they get close.
Mat grabbed the steel chair with his hooves as the clone Mat chuckled, "Idiots... you think this is going to silence me? It's not going to do a damn thing." Mat quickly rushed at the clone version of him, just nailing him right in the head, knocking him down.
Azrael shook his head. "If not my brother, then I've no idea. Probably something challenging." "Truth be told..." Dusty swung the stick at his knee. "...this part is for fun. I know I'll eventually have to stop and go deeper."
Mat takes a look at Dusty after hitting the clone with the steel chair in the back, "... What do you mean deeper?"
"Subconscious. Right now, I'm sort of getting a read on the source." Dusty cracked the clone in the jaw. "And I've always wanted to be in a cell match."
The clone slid out under the ring, hanging around ringside, "You wanna fight? You really wanna fight?"
"Inside the ring, sure." Dusty tapped the mat with the stick. "I can't pin you all the way out there."
The clone smirked, "Fool... I don't need to get back into the ring. Make me." Mat shrugged and then slide out of the ring, running and tackling the clone of himself out of the cell, breaking the wall on the outside.
"If we're going to be that way." Dusty slid out of the ring and swapped the stick with a sledgehammer. "Mat. I almost have the source down."
Mat looks over to Dusty, giving a nod, but this gives the clone enough time to punch him in the jaw with a hoof, before rolling a bit backwards, standing up. The clone laughs, "You two are idiots. Deep down inside, you know Mat... This isn't anypony else but you. Your inner fear is obvious. Poor Mat, you'll die alone, no friends, no special somepony, just you and yourself." His body shakes a small bit, "In fact, the ones you used to call your friends, the ones who just dropped you, they'll be the ones to kill you. The power, you know where it'll lead, where it has to lead. You want to protect them all, but who will protect you when everyone leaves you?" Mat rubs his jaw a bit, just muttering under his breath, "Shut up."
