Fresh Prince of Hell
In one of the few cathedrals still standing from the Tokugawa period, a middle-aged American woman wept silently as she lit a candle for yet another of the disappeared children from the ALO Disaster.
When SAO had been cleared, everyone woke up, all save three hundred poor souls trapped before they could wake up, kept captive at the hands of another, unknown, madman. Even so, she wondered why the police kept coming to talk to her; she knew little about what her son had done in the previous VR terrorism in SAO. Her precious child had never woken up, and now he was gone. "Oh, my young prince... Wherever you are, go with God."
Meanwhile, an entire world apart, a young man drew back his weapon, a massive butcher's cleaver, and ended the existence of yet another Albionese soldier who had as his only misfortune the fact that he had spotted the Fae. The Fae were following the prince of this kingdom, trying to make their escape back to Newcastle. The irony of it all, that he would be hunted here not primarily for his actions, but instead due to a single pair of ears attached to his head, was not lost upon him.
Asuna, the commander of the new Knights of the Blood (how that guild angered him so), gave the word to run for it. Though the man hated to admit it, the Flash seemed born to lead. She had managed to bring their worried little band, minus the twenty caught up in the Dragon Knights' trap, all the way through to Newcastle. Just as well that she had not pieced together his real identity yet.
Those cold eyes traced further back, to the soon-to-be-burning fortress Wallsend. The man's handsome countenance, that of his Iarel body, scowled as he rapidly calculated the distance between himself and the fortress. His group had cleared out earlier than the others, though he thought he saw the beginnings of reinforcements coming. In all truth, he didn't really care about the other groups much, he had just simply come to hate Reconquista as much as he hated Asians.
That brought him back to their first days in this new world, trying to figure out what was going on. Asuna had been instrumental in getting Kimura to talk, and thus granted the handsome young man a new target for his wrath: Sugou Nobuyuki, AKA Oberon. Dodging out of the way of a line of musketeers, he let a throwing knife fly that claimed an unaware mage before continuing on his way.
There was no doubt for it. No matter what the cost would be, the young man would find his way back out of this world so that he might achieve his new goal in life. A pair of soldiers walked right in front of him, not seeing him for the second it took for his cleaver to, well, cleave their heads off. He would escape, and in that escape, begin his true mission.
Aincrad had prepared him for his task quite well, the social engineering he had arranged gave him insight into the human mind just as the constant battles to survive granted him the skills to do the deed. Even so, as he lashed out with Mate Chopper, Vassago Casals could only laugh as the sad sack of humanity most recently in his way found out the hard way that there was no blocking the demonic butchering tool.
"Edgar! We're clear, let's get the hell out of here before any more show up!" his human mage leader said. That brought a sardonic smirk to the lips of [PoH], who took that new alias from the horror author his initials sounded most alike, Poe.
The Prince of Hell nodded, 'donating' a dagger to one last victim of that evening's rampage before following his nominal leader.