The Devil Went Down To Post-Apocalyptic Malaysia [Private/Saga, Levi]

America was not the place to be. Too many people roaming around, trying to restore it; even if disorder loomed, a touch too many cockblockers made it difficult to truly run wild. Here, though? In Malaysia? Perhaps Lux Orior came to do what they could here in light of Shadow Fall pulling out, but it surely was not to the same extents as the Northwestern Hemisphere. No, it was true and proper unbridled chaos going around unattended.

It was something to be savoured, the fallout. Only a fool came in, guns blazing, establishing themselves or wreaking. It took an expert connoisseur to get as much out of it as they could, rather than going drunk off all the badness seeping in.

Buildings being looted, good samaritans doing what they can to piece together the shambles of civilisation before getting clubbed in the back of the head. It was things like this, things like unsatisfied demons staying behind and drowning themselves in pleasure and blood, that was all cherries on top of a cherry cake.

Saga walked briskly, blatantly, knowing she did nothing but blend in. Her violent smile, the skip to her step as she practically walked along the sidewalk by the balls of her feet. One person nearly bumped into her, but like a helpful young lass she stepped to the side to let them through, making sure to point out, "That guy over there took something from your stash--you should go get it back." And like a beautiful choir singing hymns, the screams of neighbor turning against neighbor with a bludgeoning ringed out to her hears.

In this sort of environment, Saga had no intentions of going through the bother of hiding when she sensed the presence of another Iramasha. This was her environment; even if big boy Ketsu came along to be a pooper to her party, she wouldn't flee.

In fact, rather than avoiding the Iramasha, she had the inclination to go out and seek them. Worst come to worst, it really is some powerful individual that could cause some trouble from her. If it was an Angel, maybe she could just throw a couple lives at them, make them shoo away at the risk of her throwing more. If it was a Devil, perhaps clink some glasses and enjoy the environment.

And yet, this one didn't give off the impression of either. Across the street a couple blocks down from where she began, Saga caught wind of a Nature Iramasha. It was a feeble presence, but her expertise in the subject gave her a good idea of what they were, even what their aether class might be.

She pondered for a moment, then settled on a splendid idea. A young girl came running down her side of the walkway, and as she was about to pass by Saga grabbed onto her harm. She struggled for a bit to release, but as a mere human she hadn't the strength to resist.

"Hey, go over there and give that guy a glass of this."

She took off her cap and pulled out a flask of bourbon and cup, just a little hat trick, the sort of works you'd expect from the Devil. She bent down to scoop up a cup of dirty puddle water and poured some contents of the flask into it. If the feeling she had about his aether class was right, this was to be a downright dirty prank. Harmless one at that, but what better way to mock someone than with playful annoyance?

"Tch. Orange anjing."

Saga was kind of impressed. She thought this girl a feisty one.

"Well, that wasn't very nice of you, young miss. Don't you know not to disrespect your elders? Or the boogeyman will come for you, as they say."

With the biggest of grins, enough that her eyes squinted in delight, Saga pulled away at the young girl's arm, and it came cleanly off.

"Now, be a good girl and do what you're told, or the other arm comes off too."

Saga brought the girl's arm up to pat her with her own severed hand then shooed her away. In soundless fear, the girl complied, grabbed the cup with her healthy arm, and ran across the street to shove the glass in front of the Iramasha before running off into a nearby alley.

Saga's mouth nearly dropped in shock. As an Iramasha herself, the idea of purifying substances into their natural form was innate and more than well known. The idea of applying that skill to purifying muddled alcohol was not something she considered. She assumed that the purification process left it still as alcohol, not that the Iramasha turned it into pure water, but her misconception was more than enough to take her mind off causing mischief and general villainy.

"You have a brilliant mind there, boss."

Her voice came out abruptly from behind him, followed by a tap on the shoulder. Her suspicions on his Iramasha class were generally confirmed, but the prank had an unexpected outcome. She expected some sort of disgust, and a sense of annoyance and inconvenience.

"Lemme fix that for you."

A snap of her fingers, and the drops of blood ruining his outfit vanished. She started walking ahead of him, her arm raised towards the direction of the alleyway the girl from before ran through. She formed a gun with her fingers, pulled her thumb back like it was the hammer, and mouthed pew. The sound of some rubbish crashing together echoed in the halls.

"I swear, no propriety among these folks. Always running around in a messy hurry, with no regard for their surroundings. Always trying some funny stuff too, it's awful. They must think there are no consequences for inconveniencing others. So, what brings an Iramasha like you around these parts, let alone down on Earth at all? I hear these past few years has been less than hospitable or desirable for you lot."

"A man after my own heart! There's quite a great deal going on down here on Earth, as small a place as it is. But, where the people go, the bustle and chaos follow, and that's the most interesting part."

Saga flashed a sinister smile along her excitement and walked backwards a few steps, and turned on her heel in a wide arc.

"Tell you what. It's pretty nasty of these people to go around trying to take what's not theirs. Out right evil, I'd even say. How would you like to see something really cool, that offers some retribution along the way? Trust me a little here, and I can show you a whoooole lot."

"No no, I am a person of action. No need to put energy into thinking about these people, when in a snap of my fingers, I could do something about them instead, yes?"

His interests were more than enough for her to keep the trains going on the tracks. It was too late for him to ask to stop now. Besides, consent isn't very thrilling.

"Keep your eyes trained on the horizon, 'kay?"

Saga turned her head to look behind her, just enough that you could see her profile, and gave the man a cheeky little wink. She turned her head back towards the horizon herself, tilted her head side to side with a crack, and brought her hand up in front of her to snap.

Shadow Fall territories were filled with steampunk architecture and contraptions. Malaysia was no different, so the buildings were large and crowded. There were plenty of tall structures, exposed pipes, and terribly dense clouds of smoke painting the skies. The setting sun was wholly obscured, so a dark tint blanketed the whole city. This slight darkness was broken up by the rise of fire and sparks. The tip of a large building suddenly exploded. The exposed piping blew out of their systems, gas being released into the air that touched the flames, sparking an ocean of flames across the city skyline.

It was nothing too grand, just a single building letting off a terrible chain reaction. Some casualties were sure to occur, but it wasn't likely to raze the whole city, just several blocks around. Well, it depended on the panic of the people and how proper a response was. After all, all it took for a disaster to grow was nothing to stop it.

"So? What'd you think of my fireworks? A beaut to look at, and some good old fashioned retribution, for the terrible citizenry of this city, don't you think?"

Saga awaited her fellow Iramasha's reaction in anticipation. What sort of face would he make? Fear? Shock? Disgust? Maybe he was even some sort of sick bastard that relished in the sight? How absolutely exciting it was, to see what a person looked like when facing terror.