...And United We Fall (Demon Owned You)

They came upon these lands like an invisible menace. Demons beyond the comprehension of normal men, seeking what? Gold? Rare materials? Jewels? They never made a single demand, or so authorities claimed. And he was inclined to believe them. Most demons were not so easily swayed, ad he should know. After all, he was one or at least, something similar. He stood, gazing down off of the roof top of his company. The name was no longer important, and neither was its success. What was important was the large wall of smoke and fire that made a steady approach in the distance to his city. He frowned, the cigar in his mouth dropping slightly. His black hair was just long enough that the wind ruffled it while brown eyes peered out over the oncoming chaos. He looked directly down, the ledge he had placed his feet on not exactly concealing the activity below. The people on the streets tried to continue their days like there was nothing amiss and instead persisted in their grueling, everyday activities. They kept up with their jobs, errands, dates, and made plans for the future even! He shook his head at the futility of it all. You'd think that with hell being unleashed on the planet earth there would be a large amount of panic but... no. Life as it were covered the feelings of looming extermination like a warming electric blanket. Didn't he need to recall some of those things last year because they burst into flames spontaneously? He let out a small sigh; it was more of a laugh forcibly concealed.

He wasn't surprised at all. Maybe just a smidgen of surprise was present in his body but it was hidden well within his excitement which coincidentally, he also kept from view. He'd been alive for six-thousand years, give or take a few decades and had seen human beings behave much in this manner before. Bombing raids in Normandy. The Nazi Reign. Communist Russia. Vietnam. Korea, The Crusades and the Inquisitions. Ah, yes. he'd been there to witness all of them, and may or may not have helped along the process when it came to starting them. Yes, he'd been alive a long, long time. But yet... could the majority of humanity really be this stupid? Surely, they've noticed the smoke and the fire? Surely, they've heard that the mighty demon horde was coming? Surely, surely, Surely was everywhere in his thoughts. He overestimated the lot of them, he seemed. And yet, behind him on the rooftop of his building stood some of these very same little beings. He turned his attention to them at last, his moments of reflecting finished. One of his aides ran up to him. "Sir, the Helicopters should almost be here."

He smiled, walking past a little girl and patting her on the head. She let out an audible gasp, obviously taken by surprise. He ignored her response to his action, not breaking his stride as he walked through a mess of people looking to escape the city. "At least some of them have sense," he muttered under his breathe. He wondered what would happen if he suddenly revealed himself right here: how many of them would flip and jump off the building?

"You said something sir?"

"I said nothing important. However, I'm glad to hear that they're on the way. Be sure they have space to land." It wasn't even his voice he used, not even his real appearance. All of it was a lie. Carefully crafted and built up. Nobody would notice a man who was missing if he was never gone-- and that's what had happened. He killed this man, disposed of him, and then became him. He had no family to speak of, and friends weren't to hard to alienate himself from. So now he stood, rich and powerful beyond his dreams. In six-thousand-years, he'd never been so successful. And the first thing he did when he got this money?

He blew it on seven pounds of Cocaine and call girls. Lots of call girls.

Overhead, helicopters whipped loudly as his assistants cleared space for them to move. Old Chinook Models-- not very energy efficient at all, but large enough to bring the survivors to safety. There was one coming for him after these helicopters had come and gone. By the looks of it, they'd come just in time too. Already the sounds of screams was being carried in on the wind with the smell of smoke and flecks of dark, black ash. The copters landed, and he turned his gaze back to the fires which was much closer than before as large men exited. "Everybody, on board! Please enter in an orderly fashion. If you do not comply then we are authorized to treat you as Demon Sympathizers. Move it!" People moved in quietly, the fight in them totally gone. His aid looked to him, biting her lip.

"Sir? Aren't you boarding one of the transports?" He cocked his head just so, letting her see his brown eyes.

"No, Miss Marian. I don't think I'll be going with you today." The cigar in his mouth had gone unnoticed and burned down right down to the tip of his nose. He spit it out along with a large hunk of saliva onto the building top, turning back to face her. "Don't worry your pretty head dearie. I'll be fine." He walked over to the ledge on which he stood previously, and picked up a slim, manila folder. Within it? A treasure trove of information that he'd promised to a certain military power in exchange for making his building a pick-up point for survivors. He of course would be escorted out in a private chopper, discussing his terms with whoever they sent for him. As the last of the helicopters loaded up and took of, he looked down to note the fires had gotten close enough that he could see the demons ravaging the streets below. Three of them pried at his door-- as if he was an idiot. He had those doors built to withstand tank fire. Three of them would not-- wait, okay. So, it took thirteen of them. but they were in the building, and at this size he had... maybe half an hour? He checked his watch, wincing. They were supposed to be here just after the other Helicopters left. He hoped it would be rather soon-- what a horrible way to end six-thousand years; being eaten by lesser demons. He scoffed. "Hurry Up." He tapped his foot. he was growing impatient.


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