Lava was spitting from the rather large crack that had formed somewhere in the middle of Nevada. One could suppose it was coming from the core of the Earth, since the ground had split; however, it was not. The rumbling came to an abrupt stop and everything was silent. Everything was still. Until...
From out of the crack, a hand shot out and gripped the edge of the ground that had split. The arm almost appeared as if it belonged to a human, if not for the rather sharp, black nails that lined the fingertips. Slowly, the person...or thing that was climbing from the crack in the Earth, began to pull itself up. Another hand joined the first and the person emerged from the ground. They kept pulling and crawling...until they laid still on the warm Earth. This was Nevada, after all. The clouds seemed to clear once whatever it was, was out of the ground. The ground sealed itself, and everything went back to normal. No. Nothing would be normal after what had just occurred.
This...was no human. The creature remained still a moment longer, their stomach touching the Earth. A few seconds more before their eyes shot open, being an array of colors. Slowly, their head raised and they glanced around with their new set of eyes. Glasses were no longer necessary. To any educated person, they could recognize this person as Alfred F. Jones. Ah, this would explain his disappearance...however, he was no longer himself. In fact, his mind had nearly been erased, save for a few details. Those details were what separated his foes, from his friends. His mind was like that of a robot's. "Protect only four..." He would think as he got to his feet and stretched the rather large, black wings on his back. "Protect only four..." He took his first step in his new form and a maniacal smile spread across his lips. He already felt so much more powerful in this form, but of course, he didn't know he had possessed a human life previous to this one. He was thinking this was his first visit to Earth.
"Protect only four..." Only they were his allies. The rest were enemies to him. The rest, would suffer beneath his new power. With a confident stride, he began to walk across the desert floor. After a few more steps, he would stretch his wings once more and push off the ground. Soaring into the air at incredible speed, he almost resembled a Superhero...but Alfred would no longer be a Hero. He was a monster now and he had been programmed to destroy. Lifting into the air, he brought his hands a few inches apart and ball of fire began to form within the space. He began to laugh because of what he was going to do, the ball becoming larger and larger until he stopped in mid-air, hovering feet above the ground now. "Welcome to Hell," He purred just as he released the fireball to the Earth. When the ball hit the ground, the following events were much like that of when a comet struck something. The ground shook once more and everything in its path was destroyed.
Two more fireballs and he was finished with this area. His wings steered him towards the nearest city in Nevada and he smiled, revealing two pointed teeth, much like a vampire would possess. He knew everyone was already worried about what had happened upon his arrival. In fact, it was already being broad-casted across the world. He tilted his head at the sighting of a news van and a feeling of destruction blossomed within them. He needed to kill...he needed to feel powerful. Growling low within his throat, he flew straight into the air, made a loop in the air and then came straight for the van. The wind whistled past at him at the speed he was going, everything a blur around him save for the van.
His body crashed into it, causing the Americans within to scream. The driver slammed the breaks, causing the van to screech and begin to slow. The demon upon the van scooped his arm down and linked his nails into the metal roof causing the woman within to cry out. He then proceeded to rip the roof completely off the van. They cried out at the sight of him, but he could only smile. "Morning..." He greeted the woman staring directly into his eyes before he grabbed her around the waist. Into the air he took her, ignoring her screaming. She latched onto him for dear life, knowing it would be foolish to try and break free. She would just fall to her death...
But that's what Alfred had planned anyway.
Four hours had passed. Four states had been attacked. Nevada, Texas, Oklahoma, and Missouri. The demon that had done the damage was perched on top of a building in Texas, feet dangling casually off the side. He acted as though this were normal...like this was meant to be, when truly, he was not in his right mind. The real Alfred F. Jones would have fallen to his knees by now...would have begged that his country stop being attacked, but this version of himself...had consumed the overly-confident Hero. Now, he was only an overly-confident Destroyer. He wanted to watch this place burn, and the world would follow.
First though, he needed to approach the rest of his allies, the only people he was programmed to remember as he was dragged into the Underworld. He chuckled, knowing his image would be all over the world now. People would recognize who he was - friends and foes would see what had become of him, but he didn't care. He wasn't someone that was born to remain in the shadows. He was born to be an icon - a symbol; however, his image's meaning had changed after the Underworld had gotten to him. Little did he know, that he had been tortured there before becoming who he was now. The human part of him was left behind, to fade away in Hell...
"Come to me," He sang to seemingly no one, but it literally had been a calling. He was wanting his allies to come for him. He imagined that they would be terrified with what he has done, but he would explain sooner or later. His need for destruction was inevitable, but what was left, could become their new world. They would rule...and they would destroy anything in their path. He dared the Germans to rise against him...dared the Japanese to send their bombers. He dared them.
Slipping off the building, he allowed himself to free fall before catching a current of wind and towards a place that was only left as an image in his mind. It was a meeting room, where he and his allies privately met.
Not long after his arrival, he walked the quiet halls and stopped when he saw a picture hanging on the all in the hallway. He narrowed his eyes, examining the people within it. There, the people he was assigned to protect stared back at him. A Brit, a Frenchman, a Chinese man, and a Russian. With sharpened nails, he drug them across the one man that stood in the middle. He drug them across his own image...not even realizing that he had crossed himself out of the picture. He only saw it as a nuisance blond, who deserved to die with the rest of the world. Well, most of the world.
He continued to observe the other images in this place. There was a much happier one of the same blond standing alone with the Brit. They seemed happy together...like they were important to one another, but the happiness did not stop the demon from punching his fist through the frame. The glass split and fell to tiny pieces, leaving a damaged picture behind. Once again, only one of the blonds remained destroyed. The demon proceeded to step towards the large table in the center of the room, taking a seat upon the table to await the arrival of his allies. Or anyone, for that matter. This was only one of the spots they met in, but enemies have come here before, so people knew of its existence.
He wondered who would be the first brave soul to approach him?
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