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Post by Solo on Apr 21, 2011 4:24:40 GMT -5
It had been a while since had caused a good bit of destruction in the world, and he felt it was time for him to start wrecking stuff again. Walking through the city of Metropolis he wondered if the man of steel hadn't really disappeared, but he knew the chances of that were slim to none. However he could always hope, but he knew that in order to draw him out then he would have to cause some mayhem. Mayhem, and chaos was something tht he understood, and was good at. Holding up his hand open palmed he shot off a random energy blast in the direction of a building.
He listened as the explosion went off, and the building started to collapse downwards probably killing hundreds of innocent people. Not that he really cared, or anything. They were nothing, but ants beneath the demon's feet, and he would crush them. That was another thing that many people didn't know about him was that he was only actually half demon. He had a human part to him, but the demon in him ran rampant, and was what he usually associated himself with. Despite the fact that his mother had died because of him, but he kept that buried down deep within.
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Post by Fritz Stahl on Apr 21, 2011 8:22:27 GMT -5
Sunset... A beautiful sight to behold. The flaming ball that is the sun, slowly hiding behind the line of the horizon, showering the land with its last, crimson rays, before allowing it to be engulfed by darkness of the night. A sight that so often gave inspirations to painters, photographers, writers, philosophers ... beautiful, simply beautiful. But not today, for this beauty was marred by the black smoke that was clouding above the city of Metropolis. It was not one of the factories, or cars, it was the dark smoke of fires of conflagrations, of burnt cars, of charred bodies... It was a bad omen.. For most people though. War, blood, chaos, destruction, it was everything most people ran from. Some ... however, ran for the opposite direction, seeing in it nothing but ... opportunity. And such people were often called soldiers of fortune. And atop of one of the higher buildings, away from the chaos and destruction that reigned beneath, was one of such soldiers. Or at least he considered himself such. Fritz looked down at the running people from the hight of his "tower", and all he felt was ... indifference. Maybe slight pity for those people, who could not do anything but run ... or accept their fate. Being the cyborg, that was the most emotion they could get out of him. They were not his concern however, he was here for a different purpose. And that purpose was walking down below, blowing things up and thinking it was invincible. No one is invincible. - Wraith reporting. - the metallic voice said in his comlink. The dark figure loomed over the place from above, a figure certain people should be afraid of even more than that of batman, for there is nothing worse than a villain who was paid to be hero... That one would not be hesitating, or giving you a second chance... - Wraith this is HQ. Did you locate the target? - the radio replied. It was Hamilton on the other end of the line. He was calling himself HQ for confidentiality purposes - should someone somehow intercept this CLOSED link, they would not know who is who. - I have a visual on him. His actions appear quite random. Looks like he's having fun. - Fritz's reply had no emotion in it - no mercy, no pity. Neither to the target, nor to his victims. A shutter was heard on the other side of the line. - Well, you know what you must do, Wraith. It is the reason I hired you. Superheroes will likely fail, or worse - send him to prison or something, which he will escape and the whole thing will start all over again. The martian did not manage to stop him, he was a fool not to use any lethal force. But you're not. Kill him. - Very well. Over. - short reply came before Fritz ended his transmission. As he gazed down upon the picture of complete destruction the demon man caused, in his hand appeared something shiny ... it was a coin. The dark cyborg gazed upon it for a couple of moments, before flipping it into the air. As the coin landed on his palm again, he looked at it, and said: - Someone's gonna die today. - and the next moment he ... vanished. The coin had little to say ... besides this: |
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