Devil in.....

Azel withdrew his gaze from the bodies and made his way towards the door.

He held the handle and set the body in the room ablaze.

Coming out of the room he was met with an empty grey hallway.

"You done?" He said to no one.

"Yes, I am." Replied Shinra who seem to have come out of the shadows.

"And what about the rest of them?"

"They are waiting in the large halls."

Nodding his head Azel gestured to Shinra to direct him.

Understanding Azel nod he guided Azel through the hall way.

And brought him to a room 2 turns away from where they were.

"This is not the hall?" Azel said after entering the room.

"No,it isn't, it a make shift dressing room, change your current clothe and meet them outside." Shinra replied whilst holding the doorknob.

"Whats wrong with my current clothe."

Azel asked a bit lost.

Raising his eyebrows Shinra rebuked, "Azy, no offense, you covered in blood and you stink."

Feeling offended Azel sniffed his pits.

'I do stink.'

"Okay, I have to go, also be fast, lord knows you spend way too long in the bathroom."

Shinra closed the door leaving an offended and hurt Azel.

"I don't spend too much time in the bathroom...right?" Azel muttered.

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In one of the largest hall in the building, quite a number of people can be seen gathered together, each of them carrying a distinct look of distrust and cruelty.

"How long do we have to wait for this so called conqueror?" A middle aged man with Auburn hair stood up to complain.

"Yeah, we have been here for half an hour, where's he?" Another joined.

"Where is he?" Before you know it, one became two then six, within a minute half the people there were mumuring loudly and the others were voicing complaints.

Meanwhile on the high platform Shinra was feeling his patience run out.

'Should I kill them?' He questioned.

'He still has use for them, how annoying.'

He looked at the analogue clock wondering what the living hell Azel was doing.

'I swear-

Click.

Click.

Click,click.

It started from one click then another, the click drew closer promoting all to turn and strain their neck, to see the one who killed the Cinq.

His steps drew the attention of all, and the halls steadily quitened the closer he drew.

The man passed Shinra and gave him a short nod, before standing right in front of the audience.

The man, the young man was tall approximately 6 foot, he had a blindfold on, his soft pink hair was brushed backwards.

He was wearing a 3 piece suit, a black 3 piece with gold design at the fringes.

The young man was handsome but more than that he was unnerving.

He has piercing gaze despite wearing a blindfold but more than that was the feeling he gave off.

He felt like a sheathed blade capable of cutting through mountains but at the moment was containing his sharpness.

The old crooked men looked at each other and nodded, agreeing not to piss him off.

But alas, not everyone has the eyes if wisdom.

"Oi, is this a joke?" A young energetic voice said, "Ya telling me this gigolo, this flaying stick, was the one that took down the Cinq, the Cinq."

"I know right, Hahaha, how time wasting, if he a stick can take down the Cinq then, I true man should be able to wipe them with a smack." A man in white t shirt said.

His words prompting a laugh from young spirited men his age.

The laughter went ok for a few rounds.

Some even going as far to fall over in laughter.

A few snickers came out of some old men too.

Azel turned his head seemingly scanning the crowd.

Nodding his head astutely, he smiled.

"All who does not wish to die please step aside." He declared.

The room went into an abrupt silence, and Azel threatening words hung in the air.

"If you wish to leave I suggest you step away." He said once again giving a grave warning.

Those who didn't laugh looked around wondering what to do, to move or to stay.

The elders feeling the tension in the air took a quick move and stepped away from the others, seeing their acts those who, didn't join the laughter also followed.

Creating a segregation those who did and those who didn't.

Seeing their cowardly move, the first man didn't back off, but instead sneered and jested.

"I can't believe this,all of you, dancing to the string of this, fleshy, this gigolo," he said to the cowards. " Also, you do you think you are powerful, we both know-"

"Kneel...." A cold authoritative said interrupting the young man.

What followed after is voice was... fear.

Azel released his intent, not fighting or sword, not even his aura.

It was something far worse it was his killing intent.

A killing intent is formed when one has slained enough people and his stained with blood of his enemies.

The higher the kill count, the more potent the killing intent.

And Azel, Azel is a prime example of drowning with intent, he has murdered a whole stellar system of intelligent race, he spent years killing an endless amount of monsters and beings, so despite being a bit weak, Azel was drowning in a colossal amount of blood and death.

His released killing intent pressed down on each and everyone of them, it brought them down to their knees, it felt like a blade on their necks, like the scythe of death was on them.

It was unnerving to say the least, bowing their heads to a mere young man, a fledgeling was disgracing.

It was scary and their backs were drained with sweat, their pupils dilated, blood was leaking out their orfices.

With his hands in his pocket, Azel walked closer to the culprits.

"You seem to misunderstand something, am not here to beg you to join me, am here to let you know, you are under a new rule-"

Azel paused and raised one of his hands up, he snapped his fingers summoning flaming javelin of fire.

"My rule." He said bringing down the flaming javelin on the culprits, burning them alive, the screams or the culprits filled the room, as they were burning and were unable to move, they just knelt there in pain....burning.

As the last ember of the corpse gave out, he left the scene and made his way back to the small platform.

He survivors watched with blatant fear and caution as he made way back to the platform with his hands now his pocket.

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I can never forget, the way he carried himself with grace.

His movement were majestic and his body language was ecstatic.

He said a few words and settled the rest with his actions.

Scanning the crowd again he spoke.

"Since this is a new rule, I can promise one thing and one thing only...power.... Power that you have always craved for, an organisation capable of contending with kings, an organisation riddled with behemoth."

He said confidently and I watched with glee in my eyes.

"I can give you that power, so I ask this once will you serve me?"

He asked, everyone shocked, by his words.

His questions were shocking and the answer was even more unexpected.

Sound of knees hitting the ground redounded and I watched as those proud, cunning old men, knelt to the young man.

The young man had a wide and maniacal smile on his face.

"What should we call you?" I asked my voice breaking through the silence.

All eyes were on me then me, then back to him.

"Mmmmmm.."

3rd pov...

Azel held his chin, thinking of a name..

'i would have love to use my old name but that cant work, can't use the red angel or the fallen star....mmmmm.'

'that can work since am a dragon..'

"Call me the Devil....The devil in black."

He said with a small smile.

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