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<<::is around:: Bye bye Ichi...have a nice shower... =3>>

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(( <3 x3 Buh-byes. ))

(Well I guess it is dead. Good night Gaia. .I'm off to play Super Metroid!)

::A beautiful scene as far as the eyes can see. Rolling hills, shimmering green grass, quiet towns off in the horizon with small houses dotting the landscape inbetween, all connected by trails or one-lane paved roads. Not the busiest place, obviously, but a place one can call home. It's midday, the sun overhead but masked from the Earth's view by low clouds. At a nearby household, a family of five appears to be moving in a hurry, packing belongings hastily into the back of an RV.

The husband seems to be the oldest - being in his fifties - slightly overweight with dark but greying hair. He wears a leather jacket due to the cool weather of autumn, blue jeans and boots. His wife looks to be in her late forties, having dyed auburn hair and a green sweater with black slacks and shoes. The third oldest is a twenty-five year-old son, his long hair tied in a ponytail and hidden by a red hoodie sweater. His black sweatpants droop down and mask his white sneakers. The two children - twin girls - are both twelve years old, wearing white and green striped shirts with black overall jeans on, and green shoes. They have blonde hair done up in pigtails.

Whatever this family is doing, everyone is doing it. The few homes that can be clearly made out nearby are likewise packing things into their vehicles or trailers so they can leave with possibly no intention of returning. Though the environment seems completely peaceful, a look of terror and panic can be found on the faces of everyone present. The serenity is shattered like a rock through a glass window, the young man in the hood pointing up and shouting at his family to look out.

Sailing through the clouds like a hammer throw is a cruiseliner from the nearby port, moving over three hundred miles an hour through the sky a quarter of a mile up, and beginning to descend. What's worse is that dozens of people can be seen still falling off of the ship. Everyone ducks and braces for the impending impact, though this family is spared. The huge ship lands on top of the new few houses over, flattening them like pancakes and instantly killing their inhabitants. The huge liner is crushed under the weight of its movement, cracking and flattening while a violent tremor rattles the ground and causes smaller houses to crumble.

Not a moment later is the giant ship followed by a black streak of energy, piercing through the air and blowing clouds away from its path. A small explosion rings out in the air as the energy stops, and the mysterious being within falls down to the ground. His thick leather boots hit the grass like a ton of lead, spread a meter apart in a lazy posture. With scarred leather clothing as his attire and bright crimson red hair spiking overhead, the decievingly youthful boy has his head nodded down, his arms lazily hanging over his hips as a wolflike tail dangles behind his long legs.

An ever-thickening black aura of energy swirls about him, layered with red ki and partially shrouded by a cloud of black mist at his feet. The Red-Headed Devil makes no sound, staying completely still as he stands some forty feet away from the driveway of this shaken household, its family members deciding they would much rather live than salvage all of their things.

Slamming the back RV doors shut and rushing around to the front, the father jumps into the driver's side of the cab while the mother and son get the girls and get in as well. Likewise, the other houses do the same, all getting into their trucks, vans, cars, and trailers before driving out of the way and onto the road. Once they reach the road, the old husband looks out of his window to the mirrors on either side of the cab. The demonic boy is no longer where he just was, apparently having disappeared. Still driving, he speaks in panic to his wife.::

M-marie...where'd h-he go??

::Marie gives her husband Bill a curious look, likewise looking through the mirrors and seeing nothing. She rolls down the window and sticks her head out, still with no sign. As she does, a teenage girl in the minivan ahead of the RV does the same, leaning part of her upper body out to see where the demon went. Without warning, the monster appears atop the minivan - knelt down with his left hand reared back - unbeknownst to the girl. The man in the RV hurriedly honks the horn and reaches for his intercom, but stills his hand once he sees the beast swipe the girl's head clean off. She slumps over the door, obviously dead as blood drips down along the side of the moving van.

The demonic creature then vanishes again, which brings a look of shock to Bill's face. He turns his head to his wife, shouting at her for her own safety.::

Honey quick, get back inside!!

::A moment of silence after his words are followed by the woman's center of balance shifting with the curves of the road, and she falls back into the RV seat. With no head. Her husband has little time to react to this event as the demon drops down from the roof and onto the front of the RV, hanging on with one clawed hand and balling a fist with the other. He headbutts his way through the windshield, punching forward once inside and slamming his fist into Bill's chest. His hand proceeds to tear through the back of the seat, the male human spitting blood onto the demon's face, who doesn't seem to notice.

The son and two daughters in the back shriek as the RV swerves off course and topples over, tumbling on its side a few times before stopping, upside down, off of the road. After about fifteen seconds, the back doors are kicked open, revealing the son James, bleeding from the head with his two little sisters, both crying. He stumbles out before rushing back to the road, hoping to flag down another car so they can reach safety. The demon Fierce drops down from nowhere, landing in front of the boy with a sadistic smirk on his face.

Taking a few steps back and gently setting his sisters down to the ground, James shouts at them before taking an amateur fighting stance.::

R-run, guys...!!

::The twins obediantly turn and run back to the RV, the bloodied corpses of their parents dangling from their seatbelts. James runs at the devil and punches with his right fist, hitting the taller boy in the temple. He doesn't flinch. Grunting in frustration, Jim pulls back and kicks with his left leg at the devil's abdomen. Again, nothing. Without waiting this time, the monster grabs the boy's leg with his right hand, digging his claws painfully into his bones. As James cries out, Fierce's left heel crashes into his chin, knocking him onto the ground. Pressing his boot against the human's chest, the devil tears the boy's leg off without a second thought, sending gorey tissue across the grass.

Jim screams again, but is hastily silenced as the ripped flesh of his thigh is slammed into his face, Fierce using his severed leg like a baseball bat and clubbing away whilst holding him down with his foot. Only a few seconds in, James' face is just a bloody mass of quivering muscle, no movement left in his body. Lifting his foot and nonchalantly tossing away the crude amputation, Fierce looks up to see the twins peeking out from one side of the RV, terrified. Even if the beast didn't have blackened eyes and crimson hair - aside from his other satanic attributes - the fact that his entire body is sprayed with blood doesn't help his image become anymore friendly.

Fierce takes only two steps forward before quickening his pace and bolting after the girls, who only turn around before they're caught. The first one is grabbed by her pigtails with the devil's left hand. He slams his right boot into her back, her body hitting the ground without the company of her skull. Her tiny body tumbles across the grass before twitching a final few times and ceasing any sign of life. Her sister yelps in fright, looking back for only that moment. Fierce tosses away the severed head of the first twin and steps forward, thrusting out his right hand before grabbing the girl by her throat. Her face starts to lose its color as he squeezes her windpipe closed entirely, her arms and legs kicking to be released as the circulation of blood is cut off. At the brink of death, Fierce raises her as high as he can before beaming a wide grin, opening his fingers and letting her go.

She falls just a short distance before he catches her by her hair with the same hand. Due to her crushed larynx, she can't say a word or make a sound. After her abrupt halt in the air, Fierce yanks her closer and tilts his head to the side, clamping his sharp fangs into her neck. Her eyes widen with pain for a moment, before she soon begins to fade away. The warmth of her red blood drips across the devil's lips and down his neck for a few moments before the girl's heart stops, and she dies.

Rather than just open his mouth, Fierce pulls his head away, ripping out the girl's throat before tossing her corpse onto the belly of the RV. Blood all over his face, hands and chest, he tilts his head back and closes his crimson orbs, chewing on the meat in his mouth like it's the best meal he's ever enjoyed. Half a minute passes before the last bit is swallowed, and the demon lets his mouth hang ajar for a moment as he lets a content sigh escape his lips. He reopens his eyes, tilting his head to the right and off to the road, where he can see numerous people looking out of their vehicle windows and screaming upon the realization that he's seen them.

Swiftly thrusting his head to either side as if stretching his muscles before a fight, Fierce pops his neck and turns around to face the road. Another car races down the road and into the demon's path. Maliciously smirking and narrowing his cruel black eyes, Demonic Fierce kicks off of the ground, leaping through the air and towards the road. The people inside shout for the driver to pick up speed as the monster lands on the roof...::

N-no...!!

: biggrin eity quickly sits up, his blood scarlet eyes wide with horror and his face covered with a cold sweat. He's wearing a red button-down shirt and black jeans with black socks and gloves. The shirt is only half-buttoned, and soaked with sweat. His headband, hat, and glasses are off, settled nearby with his boots. His long crimson red hair dangles over his face, trembling rapidly in time with the shivering of the Orinian's body. Kicking off the makeshift blanket of his trenchcoat and lifting his knees, he props his elbows up and buries his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking as he attempts to regain his composure.

Now the dreams seem less like premonitions to the demonic Tonepian Deity. The nightmares are meant to frighten him and spread guilt into his conscience. They're punishment. With Yuki off with her family - or so Deity guesses - he is camped out in some cave, probably owned by a large beast that'll be back within a few hours when night falls. The sound of sobbing quietly reverberates off of the cavern walls, soon drowned out by the howling winds of the chilly weather just outside amidst the cliffsides and mountains.::

<<::topples over:: Okee...may do another something later...off for now... whee ::lepoof::>>

((Hmmm. Deity's post makes User want to kill some humans. Any objections?))

<<::dies laughing:: Hehee....okee... whee ::runs off to make food for hi'self::>>