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              There is an unsettling feeling in Azelle.  It sinks into his skin and straight to the bone.  It feels as though his veins protest something nearby, as though his very blood is telling Azelle something is not right.  He swallows thickly and tries to ignore it.

               He never likes travelling alone.  Even aside from being lonely, there’s strength in numbers, and even with the confidence having holy blood can grant some one with respect to fighting, he holds enough insecurities that he doesn’t feel entirely safe.  This strange feeling made that so much worse.

               The mage stops in his tracks stiffly and slowly turns in a full circle around.  His surroundings are empty, except for what, at a distance, looks like some kind of cloaked woman.

                Paranoia getting the better of him, the words he speaks aren’t typically ones he’d be so forward with.  ❝ Hey!!  Excuse me!!  Miss??  Are you following me?? ❞

Several weeks after Ryo have joined the Shepherds, the situation with Plegia did not even get slightly better. The Grimleal was planning constantly ways to revive their God. For the ritual, sacrifices were needed and thus Plegian soldiers and Risens raided the villages near the border, taking by force people for the ritual. 

Reports quickly reached the Shepherds and to that, they rushed towards the villages. Sadly, they were late to save some of the villagers but that did not stop them from at least save who remained from the Risens.

The world had changed ever since Ryo made his announcement about the demons that lived among the human population. The UNSC tried their hardest to contain the chaos but with everyone paranoid that the demons could be closer than they would like, it quickly fell threw and the world went into total anarchy. Soon it became apparent that high leaders in the UNSC were also demons and that no one could be trusted. Those UNSC leaders who were human decide that they would purge the world of these demons by firing all the nukes that the UNSC had on earth. An announcement was made to the other colonies that earth was lost and that the surviving government officials would rebuild the government on a new planet. Those left on earth’s hellish landscapes were left to fend for themselves.

Rebecca was one of those survivors. Rebecca was assigned medical duty before the nuclear annihilation of the world took place. She would take in the sick and dying from the UNSC’s war against the demons. Soon however the nukes came. She was underground at the time as the nukes landed so she would be protected from the radioactive fallout. Some of her squadmates weren’t so lucky. Some would make it with heavy burns on them from being a distance from the explosion. Rebecca would try to help everyone that she could but some of her team died in her arms as she tried to treat them. Some were also children who were caught out in the blast. It put a lot of emotional stress on Rebecca.

Soon when the fallout had cleared and it was safe for the survivors to leave their shelters, Rebecca did just that. Her father never returned to base and so she had set out to the last known coordinates that her father’s tracker was displaying. She passed through city ruin after city ruin. It pained her to think how many died in the fallout. Civilians who were just trying to look out for their families. She got to the coordinates that were being displayed on her data pad and ran through the broken doors. She was determined to see her father again. she wouldn’t be able to however as all that she could find was his helmet. She fell to her knees and wept for a good time clutching to his helmet. When she finally stood up she put the helmet on her head. A last reminder of Spartan-197.

During Rebecca’s travels she would see people starting to form small communities out of the rubble of the old world. She would go around to these communities and would offer to fetch supplies they might need in exchange for trading or would offer medical examinations for the sick and injured. She soon became known as the girl in the pink and blue armor as she would wear her old pink UNSC marine armor and her father’s blue helmet as she traveled. Over time however Rebecca became more bitter and enraged just like her father. She would see raiders and slavers attack towns and kidnap people who were just trying to survive. Couldn’t these slavers and raiders see what had happened to the old world? They needed to help one another. While Rebecca became famous with the new communities that were forming she would become infamous with the raider groups for her actions against them. If a raider or slaver was caught by her, they had no chance of survival. She would break down and violently kill them. She had acquired a high bounty on her head by one of the more powerful raider gangs.

Rebecca had caught wind of a new community that was forming and so she went to offer medical examinations to those who were forming the community. On the broke roads she traveled she looked in the distance to see someone familiar. It looked like Ryo. She could feel her fist clench and her heartbeat begin to quicken. If that was him she would kill him just like she would a raider. He took everything from her. Her friends, her family. Everything.

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❞ Whatcha gonna do, big boy? Spank me?❞

Ryo asked as a challenging smirk smeared across his face. It’s not his fault that Akira can’t handle the TRUTH of how humanity is also his enemy much like demons. The only person he can truly trust is the blond before him.Denial doesn’t suit the Devilman, but it happens so often. Unfortunate, really.

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❞ --- You think this is funny . . .  ❞

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❝Is that so…I didn’t expect to find answers right off the bat. My investigations are truly never THAT simple.❞

The infamous Ryo Asuka replied moreso to himself than the girl before him. The professor of anthropology has recently been receiving many messages about urban legends revolving around the small town of  Kurōzu-cho. His loyal followers repeated something along the lines that the town is somehow cursed. It perked his interests. If this place is truly cursed, then it must be the work of DEMONS. Those hellish beasts plague the bustling city he lived in. Why would it be any different here?

Of course, he isn’t going to share his hypothesis right now. If anything…it seems to be pretty mundane in this specific area. His blue-colored hues spotted a few houses and a lighthouse in the distance. The only unusual thing he could take note of is how every singe cloud in the sky forms a specific pattern. That may be a coincidence, though. Nothing to be concerned over.

❝I am Ryo Asuka: an expert in a field relating to ancient civilizations and traditions. I have heard reports from my sources pertaining to…UNUSUAL activity here. Activity that I may be able to give answers for. I’ll need your help, though. I can tell you are a bright, trusting individual. Will you tell me what you have experienced? No matter how strange, please tell me. I’ll believe what you have to say.❞

๑ - She was surprised to have company here- Kurozu-cho was rarely visited by outsiders. It was, after all, a rather isolated town compared to a lot of other places in Japan. The most company they tended to have here were on fishing boats. 

Unfortunately, she also knew what it was that she was likely to be the first person ‘Ryo’ had been able to stop and talk to. People just weren’t acting the same anymore. And although she still didn’t know if she believed Shuichi’s lavish tales about ‘the spiral’ twisting people’s hearts....she still couldn’t deny that something was changing for the worse here.

It doesn’t take very long for her to think about his request. With her boyfriend so far disconnected from reality, and her neighbors and family becoming twisted by the town’s atmosphere...it would be a relief to talk to someone else about it. She looked over her shoulder, then back at him.

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Satan, inspires confidence within everyone. inspires charisma, inspires everyone into following him. If they did not have, or lost their human heart. Appearing within his weaker form, within two legs, Wilfre had sighted Satan from afar. His keen nose a trade mark due to his lupine features. 

More Saint Bernard....

This boy, young teen, young man. Puts feelings into his rotted heart, or whats left of it. Satan is still missing and Lord Zenon and Jenny do not answer any questions at all. 

 “Are you the one, who opened the gate to hell.”

—– “ That’s a lot of dough, Ryo. ‘’

        Nonchalance commanded each of his movements, gracing one’s posture into a state of self-defense. Our protagonist’s faith waned as a candle out of wax, finding such proposed reward as dubious; who the f*ck pays hard cash just to be followed??  Takumi had worked as an information broker of sorts for this guy, yet, never been given such a task. Resting on a firm pedestal in a shaded corner of the city, keen eyes blatantly stared unshaken; not like he could feel intimidated when the guy was wearing sunglasses at night time.

“I don’t need your help. Honestly, I don’t.”

Another dragon? Great! It was reassuring to know she wasn’t the ONLY one that could walk and talk. But...Ryo? He put the princess on edge. Offering his help so quickly. Was it because Giselle seemed to be the only other one of his kind? Was that why he seemed so EAGER to assist her in learning to control her more dragonic side?

Or was there something MORE? Something she was missing.