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When Alex awoke from his peaceful slumber, his heart had fully healed any wounds, no matter how small. Nothing ached either, so that was a large bonus. He stood up to go hunt some sinners, as he'd taken to calling them, and maybe even kill some Grimm while he was at it. He started salivating at the thought of it. He also took this opportunity to explore. As he wandered the forest, he noticed it smelled a little strange. It wasn't sin, that was for certain, but it was something else. He started following in the scent, and eventually he found a beach. It was peaceful here, kind of like the darkness in his dreams, though not nearly as quiet.

He sat down and gazed over the vast blue sea. He had been sitting for a while, to the point that creatures he had previously scared away were returning, not seeing him as a threat. Some crabs started scuttling around him, seagulls began perching on him, and a turtle accidentally lit itself on fire when it tried going into its rocket launcher barrel. He got a good chuckle out of that.

He thought about everything that'd happened over the past month or so. He didn't know how long he'd been there. He'd started having doubts that the UAC would find him. He didn't doubt they would try, the Cyberdemon was one of their most prized possessions after all, but he was worried they just wouldn't be able to find him. He was on a random world that they had never even heard of before, so the chances of them figuring out which one were slim to none. He sighed in defeat.

He was brought from his thoughts when he heard a twig snap behind and to his right. He turned his head around and saw someone who looked like a hunter. She had shoulder-length black hair with red tips and silver eyes. She was wearing a long white cape and a black corset. She was frozen in place and staring at him, her face white as a sheet. He didn't attack her, he only looked at her with a curious gaze. She drew her weapon, a staff with two scythe blades on either end, preparing for a fight, but looked confused when he didn't do anything. He desperately hoped she wouldn't attack him, she smelled of purity, the first time he had ever smelled anything like that.

When he continued to not do anything, she folded up her weapon and cautiously backed away. After a few minutes of relaxing, hee was about to get up and leave himself, when he picked up another scent. Sin. And it was potent and near. It was stronger than the woman in black's and made him very hungry. He held himself back however, giving into his bloodlust would do nothing good. So he stood and began following the scent. It wasn't actually as close as he thought, it was just really powerful.

When he finally neared the source, he crouched down and hid himself in the trees. It helped that they were taller than they normally were, as well as the fact that night had fallen. He gazed into a clearing, and saw two people in a standoff. One was the woman in white, her weapon drawn and ready, while the other was a man he hadn't seen before, but was the source of the stench. He had a wild look in his eyes and had two wrist blades extended. They were talking, but he wasn't paying attention to what they were saying. Instead, he focused on not going mad with hunger, and coming up with a plan of attack. The man was probably fast and agile, as evidenced by his slim figure and choice of weapons.

Before he could think further, the sinner lunged at the woman in white. He watched them fight, watched as they went back and forth, one gaining the advantage, losing it, then regaining it. For what felt like hours, but was probably only half of one, they continued like this, before the sinner knocked her down and went to stab her. She blocked his weapons with her own. That was when he revealed his belt was actually a large scorpion tail wrapped around his waist, disguised as a belt. That's when the demon made his move.

Right when the sinner was about to stab the pure one, he grabbed the offending tail with his massive claw. He lifted him into the air, raising to his feet as he did so, standing at his full height, his body illuminated by the moonlight and giving him a terrifying aura. He brought the sinner in front of his face, observing him with his four glowing, yellow eyes. The sinner's psychotic grin was nowhere to be found, instead replaced with a horrified slack jaw. The stench finally overcame him, and he couldn't restrain himself any longer. He put him in his mouth, still holding his tail through his mandibles, and bit his tail off, leaving the man in his mouth. His cries of pain reverberated throughout his head, and he silenced them with a single chew, the screams being replaced with the cracking of bones and the succulent flavor of flesh.

He subconsciously sifted through his sinful memories, of which there were many. Any non-existent guilt he could've possibly felt vanished upon seeing the things the man, Tyrian Callows, had done. When he finished savoring the flavor, he swallowed and looked down at the woman of purity. She had stood up, leaving her weapon on the ground, looking at him with horror, her hands shaking. Her body language said she was about to run. He was about to take a step towards her, when he belched loudly, Tyrian's gauntlets flying out. That was enough motivation for her to run, not even bothering to pick up her weapon. She was fast, and he didn't want to further spook her by giving chase.

He picked up the weapon she had left behind and examined it. It was truly a thing of beauty. He decided he would return it to her, should she ever return. It saddened him, a being of such purity, nearly laid low by a filthy sinner. The memories told him there were others he worked with, but he only had visual images, not names, though doubted names would matter. He would hunt them down and consume them all, along with whoever was leading them. Such a crime can, and will not, go unpunished. If he was to be stuck on this world for the rest of his life, he would make his mark on it. He would make sinners like the White Fang and this mystery group fear the mention of him. And he would not be held on a leash like an attack dog. He knew there would be people who would gladly exploit him, and he would consume them as well.

He returned to his cave and found a safe place to hide the woman's weapon, ensuring nobody would find it. He was too excited to sleep, so he went on a nighttime hunt. As he hunted, he also searched for any towns he could watch over and protect from attack. He walked along the beach, hoping to find one. After hours of wandering, all he'd found was Grimm. He'd fought a massive two headed snake at one point, it was an exhilarating fight, but other than that, not much. But in the distance, he could see lights. He walked closer, and realized it was a coastal town. Perfect. He sat there and waited for something to happen, but nothing did. For two days straight he watched over the town, only leaving to hunt. But eventually, his patience rewarded him.

A large group of White Fang had started attacking the town, but Alex waited until they were all within the town before making his move. He wanted to ensure none of the scumbags would escape his wrath. Fifteen minutes after the attack started, the demon started moving towards the town. One of the sinners saw him and yelled to his comrades.

"Holy shit, it's the Emerald Demon!" He yelled in fear, and began shooting at him. The bullets merely bounced off his skin. He stabbed him with a claw and tossed him into the ocean. He let out a ferocious roar, alerting any sinners who didn't know he was there, and began killing the attackers. He tried to eat as many as he could, the others he simply stabbed or crushed. He didn't use his hellfire or rocket launcher for fear of destroying the town. He slashed, crunched, and feasted his way through the town, not harming a single innocent. Eventually there was only one sinner left, but she wasn't like the others. Her soul wasn't tainted nearly as much as the others. He picked her up and got a closer look at her. She seemed to be just older than a teenager. She was crying and apologizing profusely, begging him not to kill her, saying she was forced to go. The lack of sin on her soul backed up that claim. He brought her out of the town and set her down. Then he managed to force out one word that made his order clear.

"Leave." It sounded more like a growl than a word, but it resembled one enough to get the message across. She ran into the forest, still crying her eyes out. He wondered if that decision would come back to bite him in the ass later down the line. He turned around to view the town. The townspeople were staring at him, watching to see what he'd do. He simply grumbled and walked away. He could hear their shouts of celebration from a far distance. He thought back to what he'd been called. "The Emerald Demon". He had no idea where the Emerald part came in, but he knew the name would stick and be spread now that he'd saved this town. He returned to his cave the happiest he'd been since arriving on this world. And he would sleep for a long time, enjoying the void.

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