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[Free. Finally free of that wretched human mind. Or at least - he partially was. Already, Amon's memories of his time suppressed in Devilman let him know his powers had been greatly diminished here. Split from his original like this exacerbated this problem even moreso.]

[But despite this, he was in control of his body again, at long last. That alone was enough motivation to enjoy the ability to spread his wings again. To eat and kill and destroy - and find the one responsible for trapping him.]

[He makes his entrance into the city with some grandeur, dramatically breaking a statue free from its base so that the demon could use it as a perch himself.]

[The action is certainly enough to draw a crowd - a crowd that quickly finds itself under the shadow of all that stone thrown ontop of them.]

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[ This world is a wonder with it's flying chariots and astounding, moving signs and—all of the rest. And the people of it have been fascinated with Inanna as well, whether it's marveling over the familiar star on her face or the talons that she has in place of feet.

And then the statue's rubble lands in the midst of the crowd.

She snatches a child to her side in reflex, sheltering at least that one from the stone. It was only right to guard those who knew to appreciate her, after all, but her attention snaps to the demon perched on the remains of the base. ]

You. Who are you that dares to cause such destruction before me?

[Amon pauses his plans for wanton destruction as Inanna makes herself known. The human denizens wouldn't be the only ones marveling at her sharp talons.]

[As terrible and horrifying as demons could be, they could also be just as majestic if they wanted. And rather than indulge in his hunger for blood, Amon decides to rise to a strong pose on that broken pillar, spreading his wings wide as he took on the air of a proper demon general.]

My name is Amon. I am in search of the fallen angel Satan.

[ Well. This, at least, is a step up from hurling stone around a city street.

Inanna inclines her head in acknowledgement, watching him in quiet appreciation as he makes his introduction. It is impressive. ]

Satan, is it? Unfortunately you have not found him. Instead, behold Inanna. [ She releases the child and gestures regally to herself. ] Queen of Heaven, rather than some fallen, sullied angel.

[Beautiful, razor-clawed and talking shit about Satan? He likes this one. He likes her a lot.

Tail swaying, Amon lowers down to one knee, rather effortlessly balancing on that pillar.]

You're certainly radiant like the heavens.

Good of you to notice. [ At least the creature had that much going for him. She'd have been even more irritated if he'd failed to. ]

You are rather impressive yourself. Beyond compare, as I cannot say that I have ever seen one who looks as you do.

[A pleased rumble escapes the large beast. He's certainly been complimented before by other demons, but this reciprocation was far more attractive.]

I am curious - why concern yourself with mere humans?

[ She inclines her head in surprise, and a thread of displeasure tugs at the corner of her mouth. ]

Mere? They are mine. I will concern myself with them as I like.

[ The Underground would be disturbed one day as Amon continued his search. This time, he would strike one of the subway stations. The shattering of concrete and stressing of steel was vicious enough to send reverberations down below.

On the surface, the station is tossed into chaos. The building is dark, save for sunbeams pouring through the massive hole punched through the ceiling. Glass, metal, rebar, and thick pieces of concrete lay scattered and twisted all over the ground. Flames - leaving the walls coal black - flicker hungrily at far corners of the interior.

Amon is standing over the hover rails, apathetic to the people frantically trying to escape the destruction he's made. ]

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[ Amon please. It is 2:30 PM and some people are trying to sleep. As a general rule she stays out of the Capes-vs-Shoulder-Pads business, but what can she do when someone's pounding on her front door.

She stomps her way up into the station and gets an eyefull of this whole mess.

When she speaks up, she doesn't yell. None-the-less it fills the area easily, even over the chaos. ]

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[Amon turns around to meet her, all bestial mass and fur and sharp teeth. That monstrous, feral presence in Akira was given physical form, long tail swaying back and forth much in the way a predator might.

The goddess. Exactly who he was hoping to draw out.

The demon catches a running passers by beneath one large hand, careful not to hurt them. Not yet.]

Where is Satan?

[ Persephone looks at Amon. Persephone looks at the poor trapped passerby. What a fucking week. ]

Funny you should ask. Left him and your mum in bed just a minute ago to come up here.

[ Then she snaps her fingers, and bright vines coil around his captive, hoping to pull the poor mortal down into her true Underground. ]

[A smile pulls at his lips at her answer. The goddess' fearlessness was certainly something he was enjoying.

Amon can feel the hostage begin to slip beneath his fingers, but didn't seem too bothered by this fact. The demon's claws wrap around a little tighter, keeping half of a panicked human body above ground. Head and shoulders are have vanished entirely beneath a red fist, gripping their body as if he were trying to pull a plant out of the ground.]

Call him here.

Nuh uh.

[ Her nostrils flare briefly at this, but she's managing to keep her cool. Absurd posturing is, after all, the common tongue of all Chthonics. ]

Gimme back my mortal and I will text him.

Heh. Very noble of you.

[An unmistakably demonic excitement enters his expression, soaking in that escalation. A fight was well on the horizon, whether it be here or with Satan.]

[Amon's fist tightens just a little more, beginning to squeeze the throat of his captive. Curved claws are held threateningly at bay only by the tension of skin and a hairpin of self-control.]

Call him.

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Fuck you, mate.

[ He's not going to give her another chance. He's not. So she won't waste this one. Another snap and a second wave of vines springs up to lance through his fingers- hopefully drilling right through him. Can't close his fingers if his fingers are sewn to the ground! ]

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[Amon looks intrigued by the fact that his hand was now bleeding from being impaled by multiple vines, not quite nimble enough to avoid them this time. It hurt, certainly, but she could have just as easily used those to impale him somewhere important. What a strange decision.

An aura begins to envelop him - a heat aura - to attempt to singe those vines off both him and his prey. And of course, the face and neck trapped in his hand would soon be subject to that heat as well, releasing some muffled screams of pain from within his fist.

It wouldn't be long before the smell of burnt flesh would soon join the ash and soot swirling around them.]

Stop- Stop it! [ She hopes her voice sounds more commanding than horrified. It doesn't seem likely. ]

Let him go or I do that again with your fucking dick!

[ As the vines’ grip on Amon’s fingers weaken, his fist begins to close again, the claws piercing burnt flesh and drawing blood. His victim struggles fruitlessly, frantically, trying anything to get those horrible claws from their body.

The muffled screaming only grows sharper and more desperate, rising to a bloodcurdling crescendo before collapsing into lung-swelling gurgling. Then, the crack of bone and the sickening silence of death.

Amon’s fist clenches closed, hair and blood and brain shooting out from the gaps between his fingers and splattering the ground. The rest of the body goes limp, and he tosses the remains ahead to Persephone. ]

Here is your mortal.

[ The corpse lands at her feet, still jerking. There's the forever-unmistakable sensation of hot blood slashing against her skin.

She takes one breath, another. Almost surprised that the bile doesn't rise in her throat. Maybe she's finally getting used to this.

Doesn't mean she likes it. ]

What the actually fucking fuck, you absolute dickhole!? You could have just fucking asked!

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I did.

[He did.]

[Amon picks bloody bits out his hands with those curved claws, not even the least bit bothered with the carnage he'd created.]

[He takes a look from Persephone to the crowd still frantically trying to find a way out through the collapsed rubble around the exit. So many new targets to choose from. Those sharp teeth flash hungrily.]

Nuh uh! No! Fuck you.

[ She's marching!! over to him!!!! ]

You came in and wrecked my home and killed a bunch of people. You didn't need to kill anyone! You could have just said "Hi, I'm a huge furry dickhead, and I'm looking for someone obviously out of my league, would you mind giving him a call for me?"

And then I could have told you to go fuck yourself. One! Two! Three! Four!

[ She's hoping that her shit talk and posturing would distract him enough to get through the count. If she can, the ground beneath his feet cracks open, and her vines still pierce him, yeah, but instead of just restraining, they are trying to haul him down into the earth. ]

[Amon can feel his body start to get pulled downwards towards the earth, and of course he resists, but the pain of his body pulling against another force was quite exhilarating. He could feel the blood start to thrum in his body.

Even if he was lacking a few powers, the demon still retained enough strength to force a step towards her and away from that hole. The heat around him billows outward, changing, hinting that the furnace deep in the beast was intensifying even further. Flames and sparks begin to spew out of his mouth. His eyes were glowing with a primeval fire.

One hand swipes forward - unbearably hot and burning - aiming to rake those claws across his new opponent and break her concentration.]

[ Shit. Shit, shit shit shit. Some day she will learn that fire trumps grass but today is not that day just yet. A green wall weaves itself between her and the fire, but it's not enough, and she's blown back with a shout. The light from the fire weakens the darkness binding him. ]

[The moment the hold of the vines begin to weaken, the demon rips himself free with a roar that shook the dust and ash from the ceiling. Flames erupt from his mouth at no target in particular, as if simply expelling some extra energy from the furnace inside. Blood flows freely where the vines pierced his body, though the older wounds were just beginning to seal themselves shut.]

[Amon wastes no time leaping forward with inhuman speed, charged with all the ferocity and viciousness befitting of a hero of demonkind. One large hand aims to slam Persephone into the concrete with all that momentum. Specifically, her upper body, since he had every intention of grabbing her by the neck and subjecting her to a similar fate.]

[ She's powerful, absolutely, and she likes fighting. But what essentially amounts to a few magical street brawls and a plucky attitude aren't much against a fucking Beast of Hell.

The force of the blow alone is enough to knock the wind out of her, and she slams into the ground without even so much as a shout. Her body is electric with pain like she's never known, and her head feels full of sludge, but still she fights back on instinct and defiance alone, sending another wave of piercing vines into the arm that holds her. ]

[Amon's attacks in different locations quickly seemed to escalate: a single monument first, then a square near government housing, and finally a crowded train station. All attempts to draw Satan's attention, and all unsuccessful thus far. And really, only limited to such a small scale because he simply lacked the destructive capability to do further.

Still, this wouldn't stop Amon from making his impression on these wretched human disfigurements of the Earth - these cities full of their ceaseless noise and foul air. Even like this, weakened and only a fraction of himself, the demon hero would continue to seek Satan. And he was going to make a public spectacle of it as long as it took to draw the Lord of Demons to him.

He reaches largest target yet: an outdoor stadium. An otherwise innocuous game of basketball is interrupted by a bus being thrown into the bleachers, followed by the demon himself landing into the crowd to begin his next festival of blood. ]

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[ Satan has noticed alright, but as usual he decided not to meet right away just to see how crazy Amon will get. He has no interest in protecting humans and he has no interest in stopping Amon, but it'd be a lie to say he isn't curious as to how the demon got out - and also about the whereabouts of Akira Fudou.

Eventually he decides it's time to allow the demon general to meet him, and Satan teleports himself to the stadium where mayhem is happening. He says nothing at first, simply standing at a corner as he waits for Amon to realize he is there alright.

In a way, he wonders how long it'll take him to see all those wings. ]

[Amon is prone over his latest victim, reduced from human to an unrecognizable pile of viscera beneath his hands and jaws. Wide, billowing wings obscured the grisly scene for the most part - but occasionally some shards of bone or pale dismembered limb would make its way to the rafters.

When the demon general turns, his face, chest and arms are soaking wet with the blood of the humans he’d eaten. A fitting drink for the lord of war. A long, prehensile tongue spreads over his fangs, leaving them clean and white in that huge mass of black and red.

His eyes widen with fury once he sees the radiant pairs of wings, the naked body and calm expression of the angel he’d been looking for. His voice roars across the field]

Satan!

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[ when he is finally noticed, Satan smiles back at Amon, with that usual soft and gentle smile of his, as if he was never the cause of Amon being fused with a human. ]

I heard you were looking for me. [ he approaches slowly, wings spreading ] Having fun, are we?

[fists clenched, fury quickly begins to give way to a different feeling - hot anticipation.

As much as he loathed the Lord of Demons for trapping him in that wretched human body, Satan was undeniably strong. Even limited like this, Amon knew the battle coming would be a worthy one. And no demon warrior could resist that particular allure.

He rises into the air, wings spread open.]

So you've finally decided to show your face.

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I wasn't hiding. Just waiting.

[ to see how much death and destruction he would cause. Maybe that's a way of hiding, but not in Satan's book since he was aware Amon was around.

As a way to offer his general some respect, Satan too spreads his wings and rises into the air to stand right in front of him ]

Where is Akira Fudou? [ aha, did Amon expect this to be about him? Sorry, but not really ]

[Amon makes this huge, bloody mess for Satan and the first thing he asks is how Akira is doing?]

He isn't here. This is between us.

[Meaning he's still interested in trying to fuck up the angel in the room. No questions or explanations needed. Satan knows what he did and what he has coming.]

[ Satan scoffs now. If there is one thing he is certain is that Amon can't really do much to him, so this idea that he can do anything to the angel does get him a roll of eyes ]

You can't face me, you know this. [ Satan does prepare himself for any upcoming attack, though ] You were my strongest demon, Amon. I loved you deeply. And that means you were also the best candidate to save Akira from the destruction of humanity.

Even if I didn't have my memories back then, I'd still do it if I had my memories. [ he isn't going to hide behind his amnesia. He knows perfectly well why he chose Amon, even if instinctively. ]

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