Suffer... [Open, NR]

"Bahamut... this place needs to go." The deafening roar was the only answer the Dragon King gave him, before landing atop the tower of Sekkaigan-jo. Claws dug into the white stone of the tower, sending large chunks of it to rain down upon the roofs and people below.

For the citizens of this city, it would seem as if it was a bad case of deja vu; a large, montrous creature wrecking havok upon thier home. But for Squall, it was another day. If Himitsu didnt want to leave, she would be forced home. And when she arrived, it was gametime. Calamity was gripped in his left hand, silently awaiting its time. And even as he waited, Bahamut began to fire off large masses of energy at random, seeding destruction in the city. Buildings would collapse, large craters left at the points of impact. The screams of the trapped and dying rose up from the grounds like an unholy chorus; a requiem for the glorious city of white!

Squall knew what he was doing; but he saw it as just. Bahamut would act as the escort into the afterlife. This place hid the black stain of its sins under a sheet of white lies. Bahamut would burn this sheet away, expose the sin to heaven... and let god hanndle it.

Perhaps this woman did not care for her city after all. Was her whole traveling to the island to rant about his actions a mere show? Perhaps so. All the destruction he was causing; the people killed in the blasts let lose by Bahamut, the falling debris, and the like. If she would not come to her cities aid, then he would leave nothing for her to return to. And so..

"Firaga." The word was spoken, and the world would rush to obey his whim. Oxygen was condensed, forming out a 'trail' of destrution, winding through the rooms, halls and passageways of the tower upon which Bahamut stood, as well as the surrounding buildings-- even several cars parked outside.. The fleeing people crossed this trail, some even breathed it in; a sweet scent, one that would make them giddy despite the destruction around. But all in all, this trail was useless without the spark of life. And so, Squall gave it the spark; the smallest bit of fire was exposed to the end of the trail, created with a small movement -- a snap of his fingers.

The results were devastating, to say the least. The spark would ignite the trail of oxygen, releasing massive explosions of flame all down the trail. Anything caught in the trail was engulfed in flames, the cars would explode, spraying the surroundings with glass, and bits of superheated metal. The building was exploded from the inside, causing Bahamut to have to leap into the air and beging to hover in place. For those who breathed in the altered oxygen? They were now bombs, exploding to murder thier loved ones. But this was not enough. No, if he was going to do this, he would do it right...

The mental command was issued to Bahamut, the signal to end this farce. He had other things to do today. And so, the dragon Roared once more, and began o gather energy into itself....


[Prep 1 for Megaflare]

| ...In the blink of an eye, his whole life had been stolen from him. There was nothing but flames, dead and destruction as far as the eye could see. The sight of his dead and burned loved ones drove the once proud young man insane with fury. What had they done to deserve a death such as this?...

...The one who'd done this... he was going to pay. He would die 1,000 deaths; he would suffer just as he himself was suffering. Fukushu the vessel of revenge would take this man, this "Squall" to the edge of death and back until the end of eternity. He would torment and break this man until he begged to be put out of his misery...

...The madness, chaos and misery that surrounded his now ghostly form was fuel to his energy... He would use the screams and the madness, the dead and the dying, and turn it back against this invader. The creature, this "Bahamut;" it seemed to have been brought into this plane by this "Squall" to do his bidding. This would be soon no more. Now would be the time that this city be a victim no more; to stand and fight back...

...A practiced manipulator of Astral energies, almost by his will alone would the first techniques be put into place. "Bahamut" was gathering energy to likely do something of immense damage. "Bahamut" would have to be the first to go. With Astral Trapping, an ability granted through the use of Astral Manipulation, put into play, this would result in the dispersal of the summon named "Bahamut," causing it to be sent back to whatever dimension that Squall conjured it from. Astral Trapping would make it impossible for one to summon a creature from another plane of existence. Meaning, "Squall" would have to settle this matter himself without outside assistance. Such would occur unless "Squall" had equal experience in Astral Manipulation. His face wet with sweat and tears of grief, his form glowing of pink colored energy, the young man that once was waited for "Squall" to notice that this time, someone was standing against him. This time, he'd fucked up severely. Fukushu no longer cared about living or dying, or for his own personal safety. He wanted to see "Squall" dead...|

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[Stepping away for a while. Murder the character]

|...No further actions were taken by Squall upon the dispersal of the large beast that was mainly responsible for his and his family's murders. The one who called it, he...he was solely to blame. He was going to die here and now...The plan had been to destroy him slowly to break him, to slowly drag him to the threshold of death and listen to him beg to be free of the agony, to be put out of his misery...That was the original plan.

-Fukushu wasted no time with this weak and pathetic human and set about his immediate destruction. The speed with which the vessel of revenge used was nothing short of breathtaking and god-like. To his small mind and feeble vision, the movements that he made would be invisible to Squall's ordinary eyes.-

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-Fukushu began to deliver blows to Squall's weak human body... He would approach, and throw a punch, a kick, a knee, an elbow; strong martial arts trained daily with the intent of breaking bones. It happened in no particular order, and met with any random bodypart.-

-To Fukushu, this execution seemed to take a long time, moving close to the man's body to attack, then move away to circle around and attack something else: a leg, an arm, the jaw, the mid-section, a collar bone. To Squall, it would seem as if he were being hit everywhere at once; that all of his bones were being broken simultaneously.-

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-The carnage that surrounded him, the violence that he was currently inflicting - It was all fuel that made Fukushu stronger and faster; it was what made each blow that connected with the soft tissues and brittle bones of this weak human worse that the one that landed before it.-

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...And that would be the end of the destroyer, the murderer who stole everything, his body now tenderized and falling apart without the support of the skeletal structure. Many worse fates waited for Squall; Fukushu chose this method so that he experienced true pain before death. The shock of having every bone broken simultaneously and the pain that such an action would bring was too much for his weak human mind, and he would die bathed in the most horrible pains that would cause that mind to be broken, and the life snatched from it's shattered vessel...|

"Suffer..."

|...The deed was done, the murderer destroyed... Suffer? Yes, he had... in the most terrible of fashions. But there were others... His tasks in this word not complete, Fukushu, almost by his will alone, rebuilt the broken city of Shinkai Shigai. Similar to watching a movie rewind, the destruction brought about by this weak and pathetic Squall was reversed, and repaired. Shinkai Shigai was restored to her former beauty, and the murderer Squall would be displayed to the public.

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Fukushu's next task was the resurrection of Shinkai's citizens. Those whom died in the fires and energies created by that "Bahamut," their lives would be restored; their bodies placed in the same places that they were before the return of the murderer, with the memories of everything that had transpired... They would know that it wasn't Himitsu, the Boss, who had saved and avenged them, but something else...

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...With the sounds of life filling the streets of Shinkai Shigai once again, Fukushu, before the castle that was named Sekkaigan-jō, created a throne. Would he now be Boss of Shinkai? One would certainly think so. The vessel of revenge took a seat in his newly created throne, Squall's corpse lying nearby for anyone to see it, thinking. That first day, the first attack that stole away most of his family, there had been another with him, that dead weakling Squall. A female...|

Alec thought at first that he would be leaving one wasteland to arrive in another one, but upon arriving in Himitsu's city did he see that it looked... pretty much untouched. Alec knew that Squall returned here and began to level this place like before, when Demi went with him, but there was no damage, no fires, no destruction, no dead and dying. People were alive and going about their daily duties just like any ordinary day. What exactly went on here?

Sekkaigan-jō had to be the castle where Himitsu lived. it was there that he picked up on a feeling that he felt whenever he was around Ghost. Alec traveled cross the city to Sekkaigan-jō... only to see the hard truth.

Squall had been killed. Whatever happened to him, it looked as if he'd suffered horribly before he died. Someone was sitting on a throne. From the looks of things, the throne wasn't always there, and seemed to have just been created, which also lead Alec to the conclusion that whatever damage that had been caused was repaired. This person had to have skills and abilities on par with his own, or perhaps even greater.

A fight against someone with that look in their eyes wouldn't be an easy one, yet Alec landed nearby anyway. No expression was on his face. Alec wouldn't take any actions right now, looking between Squall and this person sitting on that throne. He was prepared to fight, but would avoid it if he could...

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|...Somewhere in the world, there was great destruction taking place. Untold numbers of lives, many lights in the world; they all grew dark simultaneously. The destroyer was one person. This person was no ordinary being, and Fukushu was curious as to who wielded such powers that he could end millions of lives in one fell swoop...

...As if drawn by his curiosity, this being moved with speed to rival his own and had now set upon his beloved Shinkai Shigai. Was it to cause that same destruction here too? No... this being, he was an Angel, with a halo, and glowing wings. Fukushu's time in this world was basically over; was he here to escort the young man that once was into the afterlife? No... this Angel, he looked to be a warrior. Armed to the teeth with weapons. The smell given off by him... he smelled of that city, of that weakling Squall. The smell was much stronger on this Angel...

"You... have come to avenge your fallen comrade?" was what Fukushu asked, not bothering to look at the holy figure. "Or... is my time upon this plane expired?..."|

"No," said Alec. He walked over and looked down at Squall's battered corpse, remembering how several days ago in his office, he'd asked Squall to lay off, to leave this alone. The man refused, and came back here anyway. This is how he ended up.

Alec shook his head and let out a sigh through his nose. He reached down and removed the necklace around Squall's neck that held The Company's Pendant. "I came here for this," Alec said, pocketing the necklace. "It belongs to me and my father. That's all..."

Alec was able to recognize and realize that this person was a being of revenge, a Ghost that would remain in this world until vengeance was served... and since he was still here since Squall was dead, this mean that perhaps he had more targets. Either Himitsu, or Demi, since Demi came here with Squall in the first attack.

"...As Boss of Edge City I tried to prevent this from happening. I asked him not to come back here... told him that if he came back he was on his own, and not as a member of my Company. If i'm not mistaken, you must be one of Squall's victims, probably still bound to this world because of the tragic way you died. I take it vengeance has been carried out, and since Squall decided to act on his own, there will be no retaliation... This probably isn't to your satisfaction, and I feel permitted to inform you that if you attack anyone else in my Company or from my city, we will take the appropriate steps to deal with you. This isn't a threat, it's a warning... and a promise."

With this said, Alec lifted into the air, and was gone from Sekkaigan-jō...

-Thread Exit, unless stopped-

|...This Angel... Boss of Edge City. He had to be none other than the infamous Alec Kane. A Fallen Angel that went under the moniker "The Number One Killer;" a warrior Angel that had killed scores of people and brought down entire organizations single handed...

...No. This one wasn't worth the effort. Killing him, or his people? It would continue the cycle of hatred and revenge. It would create others, like he himself. No...but there was one other thing that had to be done while he was still in this world...|