My name is Red Devil. Why? Because that’s what people call me. My blood coats this city and its inhabitants fear me. Hero? Nope. I used to be a hero. They called me the Avenger. Then I was locked up. I helped too many people apparently. Originally they shouldn’t of got me but the Chief of the Police Department betrayed me. So I went a little crazy. My abilities were simple. Speed. Strength. And Reaction. I was strong, fast, and I could react to anything others threw at me. I could still die. I was just hard to beat. I was locked in a secret prison. I went insane. I think. I abided my time. Then it happened. I managed to dig a hole to the back of the technological lever that locked me in the cell. I also had a collar locked into my neck. That would kill me if I tried to escape. I would have to act fast. I went to the sink and pulled out the hidden 2 pieces of metal I had. It was melded with a hard sticky food as well. It should be strong enough. I stab it toward a area on the collar around my neck. It breaks the sensor. I pull the collar off my neck. They make it sound complex when it's simply wiring so we don’t attempt something like this. I killed every guard on my way out. I found the baton. Then I released every villain, hero, or vigilante, in the prison. We all escaped. I intended to take out the World Nation Alliance. When I escaped. But I was a step too late. One of the other escapees got to it first. Left it in shambles. But sad thing is that after we escaped a bunch of monsters came out of one of the other dimensions. A Lot of people died. Good thing is that we escaped. With superpowers assisting the people the death toll was a lot smaller than what it could've been. One fifth of the world's populace was lost. But the death toll on the monsters was even greater. Because after we escaped we went to other secret prisons and freed tons of superhumans. We attacked the enemy and reduced them to mere thousands. Now we rule the remnants of the old world. I rule this city. Along with the Dark Knight, and the Hulking Triceratops. The DK and HT rule the city directly. I clean up the city of lawbreakers. I’m not as nice as I once was. Today I’m hunting someone though. Someone good. Someone kind. Someone that was like me. When I find him. I’m going to kill him. Sounds like fun doesn’t it? It is! I see him. Hes… on the roof? Why is he smiling at me?

“*Yawn* Red Devil is it? How do you do. I’m going to kill you now.” - Man

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What? “I can’t be hearing this right… you want to kill me? Unpowered? You don’t have the ability.” I laugh. What can this normal human do to me.

He lifts his hands to the stars. “Red Devil. Or Avenger who knows. You have always been cruel. You didn’t even look for evidence before killing someone in the old world. Neither did the other superhumans that were locked up.”

“Heh why should I find evidence for something I know. When I killed them they were guilty. I did nothing that needed me to be locked up.” - Red Devil

“But, you proclaimed they were guilty. No one else. The evidence showed that they were innocent. And you still killed them. The World Nation Alliance actually did a lot of good. Before they were stabbed in the back by you ‘Heroes’. If they continued the losses of humanity wouldn’t have been so many. But you guys killed them. All of them.” - Man

This guy needs to die.

He lowers his hands. “Again. Nice to meet you Red Devil. You ready to die.”

I rush towards him slashing out with my sword. Then his back erupts into countless black seething tentacles. He blocks my strike with one. They are tougher than diamond from the feel of it. My sword has the ability to cut through diamond. His tentacles…. dissolves? Wait I feel something on my leg. It’s turned into a black shadow capturing my body! I hack towards it with my sword. It parts right when my sword strikes, “AHH”. My leg! My FREAKING LEG! YOU WILL DIE!

His tentacles masses… they are stabbing towards me from all sides. I’m stuck in place because of the first one… I can’t dodge. *Pish pish pish*

POV: Man

Man… Red Devil isn’t that strong is he… It only took three spikes to kill him. Come back to me my nanite army… The black mass comes right back into my clothes. Thirteen of these so called ‘Heroes’ down. Three hundred and fifty eight more to go. The World Nation Alliance was made to help protect the people from these things. But they were stabbed in the back after locking the villains away instead of straight off killing them. They thought they were being kind, but they were a bit stupid. It would of helped the world more if they just immediately killed them off. I’m here to correct that mistake. My name is Reaper. These ‘Heroes’ will be my gift to Hell.