A confrontation in the making

Akuma blurred through the portals linking world to world, fetish-clad new protege over his shoulder as he went. Never stopping for anything in his way, he even passed through the earth itself if necessary... but still, it was less than seven minutes between start and finish, where the demon put his burden down.

Demon and woman stood atop a green hillside o'erlooking a blasted valley, bare of life yet filled with bodies... Wooden bodies, lacking in arms and legs yet standing in profusion along every ridge. And at the head, a goodly-sized dojo of classic Japanese construction... And now Akuma might actually have a very odd expression on his face. Was he... did he actually smile!?