Oops (Alpha)

Well, as nice it would have been for Ella to get closer to her goal, it seemed that a higher power, ironically, had other plans. The drug dealer did not get far from the dumpster, when Ella might hear the gurgling of his throat. A certain bespectacled imp stood there, the dealer held aloft in a single, clawed hand. The sharp nails had penetrated the young man's skin, and into his windpipe, which was what was causing the gurgling noise, and blood dripped to the floor below them.

The demon grinned wide to his victim. "Well, unfortunately for you, buddy, I'm feeling very kill-y today! Sorry~" he said, and at that very moment, both George and the dealer erupted in blue flames. The hellspawn cackled maniacally, watching the guy basically melt, skin dripping and burning away, then the muscle, and all that was left was a skeleton. The flame died, and the black bones fell, crumbling quite comically almost before they even hit the ground. "Guess he couldn't handle the heat...hehe," the devil murmured, throwing in a little giggle at the end.

Although George probably wouldn't care if someone saw him murder another person, he did happen to notice he wasn't alone in this alley. In fact, from what he could see at this angle, it was a lady...bottom pointing out of a dumpster. Momentarily, his flames grew embarrassingly larger, and he grinned wider. He sauntered over, his flames dying off as he leaned on the green metal of the dumpster. "Heyyyy there," he said.

George blinked, looking behind him at the charred pile, which even now was still crumbling away. He lightly kicked the bones, and they collapsed instantly into black, sooty dust. The demon couldn't help but giggle. "That'd be the scummy low-life I just blasted away," he said, locking eyes with Ella. Looking full frontally at the girl was definitely a treat. George couldn't stop himself from slowly running his tongue over his lips.

"Call me George. Let's walk, shall we?" he said, offering his arm. Except he didn't really offer, he just hooked his arm around hers and started to walk along down the alley. He was firm, but he wasn't really trying to hurt her- though of course, the guy was clearly volatile.

The imp didn't seem to catch on, and he really didn't seem to care. "Oh, it's whatever, y'know? I think this'll be a lot more fun," he said, clearing his throat. He glanced over to her, then had a funny idea. He'd start singing! But he needed a tune, some lines...Hmm. Why was Disney popping up in his head? Well, it could work.

George did not relinquish his grip on Ella's arm, and smiled, picking up a rusty dagger, gently pressing it to her cheek. "♪ Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? ♪" he began, and spread his fingers to reveal he actually had a few dozen varied weapons of varying levels of heinous appearance. "♪ Wouldn't you think my collection's complete...? ♪" he sang with a grin, and threw the knives down, skewering a handful of rats trying to flee away.

George span Ella around lightly, and when she eventually came to face him, he lit up in blue flame, but there was no heat this time, it was just kind of there. "♪ Wouldn't you think I'm the imp, The devil who has evverythiiing? ♪" And at that he grabbed her waist, and using his powerful legs he leaped, hitting the wall, then carried his momentum to wall-jump to the next rooftop. He grinned and with a now-free hand, still holding her waist, he gestured to the city in a wide movement of his arm.

"♪ Look at this place, with adventures yet unfaced, How many treasures can one cesspool hold? ♪" he sang, then turned, pulling Ella close, grinning devilishly. He dipped her low, staring deeply with red-rimmed, glowing pupils. "♪ Looking right here, you'd think he's got evverythiiing... ♪"

George stared for a long few seconds, taking in the fact she had long, blonde hair. He brought her back to her feet in one swift movement, pulling her close. He began to giggle some, his flame persisting. "I'm glad you knew the song~" he mused, his long black tail flicking back and forth. It was worth noting that the demon had 'horns' made of fire, extending from his forehead. The end of his tail was also ignited, like some kind of unholy Charizard.

The hellspawn gingerly placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side and approaching the ledge. "I'd take you back down, but let's be honest; it's all nasty and stuff down there. Besides, I doubt what you were doing was really all that important!" he said, smirking to her. Suddenly his hand slipped into her pocket, pulling out the pepper spray. He raised an eyebrow, looking the thing over.

Then, George's face turned somewhat serious. "Aw...you don't trust the people around here, do you?" he asked. He looked down at the alley, where there were now more people of the unsavory sort milling about. "Well, don't worry about them~" he said, tossing the can of pepper spray to the side and hopping down, swiftly taking Ella in his arms, bridal style.

They hit the ground with a soft thud, and the people around them jumped in fear, though it was somewhat lessened by the fact that, well, they lived in Jump City. Saw weird things all day. George was smiling again, looking around. "So much fuel for me to burn up~" he squealed. And suddenly, he did just that, fire first burning through the nearest drug dealer, then it leaped along the ground. A prostitute caught ablaze, and as she ran around, she bumped into others, the blue flame spreading to them. Soon all of the people in the alley were burning, trying to put themselves out, as their flesh turned to crispy, black soot, and they died. George couldn't stop from laughing, as himself and Ella were completely fine.

By now, the fire was spreading- to the point the buildings on either side were starting to catch alight. Upon receiving the blow from Ella, George only very slightly stumbled, if anything out of natural habit rather than actually being forced back. He looked very slowly towards Ella, the light of the flames causing a white glare on his glasses, hiding his eyes from the girl's view.

"...Why the ever-loving hell would I give a crap about those people?" he asked, then began to giggle, then cackle, then laugh maniacally, his laughter seemingly capable of shaking the world around him, they carried so much weight...terrifying, flame-engulfed weight. George's laughter died off, and his gaze continued to rest on Ella.

George pulled out a pistol, and it hung in his hand, aloof almost. Then, he spoke, "...I really only killed them because I thought it'd be fun." George lazily began to step towards her again. One sudden, quick shot obliterated her cellphone, surprisingly fast. Smoke billowed from the barrel of Mephisto, as the pistol was aptly named (and engraved), as he held it aloft some moments before letting it hang at his side again.

"We ought to be going, then...I wouldn't want you to get caught in this blaze," he said, offering a hand. The azure flames were encroaching closer to them, billowing upwards, trying to leap at Ella. Realistically, she had little chance of surviving unless she took the demon's hand. Allowed the sinful beast to save her life.

The hand grasped hers like a vice, a testament to the demon's immense strength. However, upon touching him, she'd find that the heat from all around her would start to fade, as an aura of blue flame encompassed her as well. Even if she didn't see it, George's mouth twisted into a sinister smile, one that exposed his deadly set of teeth, every one sharp like a dagger. The flame reflected off of the lenses of his glasses, causing them to glow a bright white-blue and hide his eyes.

In a sudden movement, George had pulled her close again, tight to his chest. His claws began to slightly dig into her skin as well, as he grinned maliciously down at her. He jumped again, clearing the rooftop easily and landing on top, as a trail of flame followed him like a snake in the grass. The blaze set alight everything near it, and George couldn't be happier about it as he slung Ella over his shoulder like the villain quite often does in those fantasy movies after he captures the damsel.

George's black tail whipped back and forth idly as he approached the next ledge. Police sirens approached rapidly, undoubtedly the unfortunate policemen dispatched to deal with the threat that was Mr. Azazel. George peered over the edge as he heard the tires screech to a halt down below, and with Ella still in his arms he hopped down, landing beside a police officer who immediately pointed his gun at George.

However, the man's reflexes were no match for the demon's, and didn't even have time to pull the trigger before George pulled out a dagger from somewhere on his person, slitting the officer's throat in one quick motion. He held a hand to the man's neck, and all of a sudden, the man literally exploded as blue flame erupted into his insides, splattering blood and gore over George and Ella. A half-scorched corpse fell down in front of them, and George quickly dispatched the other three or four officers with his pistol, his dagger already stowed away. All of this with Ella over his shoulder, one arm firmly holding her still. He definitely wasn't one of those "nice" demons that lived here in Jump...

Ooh, boy. Well, George was flipped by Ella's move, but he landed very gracefully on his feet. Now separated from his catch, you'd think George would at least be irritated; however, a sickly grin was plastered on the demon's face, as always.

The demon moved quickly, displacing dust as he very suddenly closed the distance between himself and Ella. In one swift motion, he held her up in the air, his hand around her neck. "Nngh, you are such a treat, darling..." he murmured, looking her over.

His wrist closed tighter, but not really enough to actually hurt her yet. "Feisty...flippin' gorgeous as well. I like how you fight, dear. I think I'll keep you."