A/N: Feels kind of rushed, but this is the first writing spree I've been on in a while, so just bear with the hastily advancing plot and keep on wondering if my character will remain generic and overpowered or if he we will have intriguing depth.

"All those years ago my onii-sama was still far more mature and composed than I was, and often talked of freedom and leading the galaxy from the shadows to glory – like a god… so he said, but he was never mean to any of us and never, ever, utilized violence or anything of the sort to resolve an issue, to see him as he is now –it's horrifying." – Momo journal, day one of Hel's arrival.

Chapter Three: Prince, Homeless III

3:12AM Rito's House

She was fast – but he was faster.

Her hand was mere centimeters away from grabbing his throat, but then he vanished so quickly that only a blur of movement was left behind, the only thing that gave an indication of his movement was the dust of the drywall swirling throughout the air and making a path back to the girl whom he had been choking just a moment earlier – the girl was also gone.

"Mikan!" The voice of a bright-haired boy cried out in anguish laced with anger. He recovered from the anguish, dressed in sleep wear and turned his attention to who had survived the encounter, "Momo, who the hell is this guy?!" the boy demanded as he looked at the girl who had attacked the self-proclaimed assassin.

"An enemy of the plan." She answered the moment before two others charged into the ravaged bedroom – a little late.

"Oh my gosh! Rito, Momo, what happened and where's Mikan!?" The first and eldest of the two pink-haired girls - whose name was Lala - exclaimed, the other known as Nana covered her mouth out of horror at the sight of the destruction.

"An assassin came and got her, apparently – she's his target." Her words sounded forced, like she didn't know what to do – a look of horror filled her eyes.

"Don't worry… I'm sure Yami-chan won't let anything happen to her!" Lala, the first princess of Deviluke raised her fist into the air. There was no doubt in her mind, whatsoever.

"…e-even still… I can't just sit here… and do NOTHING!" Rito shouted, tears streaming down his cheeks – everyone understood why… his beloved sister Mikan was now the target of an assassin.

15 minutes later

Parking lot

Earth

3:27AM

"Alright young one, I know you're working with aliens and that you were the most vulnerable target in that situation – with a devilukean in your presence you must have spatial distortion devices stashed all throughout that home of yours, so I didn't know how many of you there was." I explained to her, and set her down on the ground where she stood in fear, too afraid to move – probably couldn't figure out how they got here because of how fast they had been moving. "My name is Hel Asmod Deviluke, and I am the first and last prince of Deviluke, I have underwent training for several years, my results were phenomenal – so I was told," I continued, she looked dumbfounded and her tears still hadn't dried up.

"S-so, why should I care?" She forced out, knowing all too well that she'd choke on any more words that she might've tried to speak – a feeling I was familiar with.

"As you know, I have a target – because I am an assassin, my original intent was to come here in peace, but I recently received a message on my D-dial that an extremely dangerous criminal has come to earth and is trying to live peacefully among the people… but it doesn't seem that her true power has yet awoken. Otherwise this entire world would be split down the center… at best," I explain further, letting the situation that earth was in… sink in.

Her eyes were still watery, and filled with a certain innocence and inquisitiveness that asked me why… why would I harm such a young girl and nearly choke her to death for what appeared to be absolutely no reason?

I felt my cheeks go hot, and an embarrassed feeling fell over me, "I know this is a pretty stupid thing to say after resorting to violence against a young girl, but I sincerely apologize for… choking you," I manage, the embarrassment was made obvious as I failed to make eye-contact.

"You don't mean that, you just want to use me to get your information and then kill me," She made the comment without shame and stroked her throat – I watched her hand brush agains the skin of her neck, there were no bruises and no damage was actually caused – except for the scratches she made while she struggled with all her force – she had even managed to loosen my grip enough to get a couple of words out, and had also made a tactical scream to alert her other friends to my presence and that there was trouble – clever girl.

Regardless, I turned my attention to what she said and without a moment's hesitation or lapse in confidence, I smirked in response to her answer. "Even though I was cast out and thrown into training for half of my life – I still honor my word and-"

I sensed something.

Projectile – slicing through air, thirteen meters behind me. Trajectory – straight from behind into my heart – out the other side and continue going with enough for to stab through the chest of the young adolescent earthling that stood before me.

Time slowed down for the world around me, threat level was high – tough foe – obvious intent to kill.

"Hang on." I said to the girl in that instant, grabbing her wrist – carefully pulling her into my arms and side stepping the projectile that ripped through the air and right past me – even with the sudden slower projection of time – she didn't seem to be moving that much slower. An assassin who'd appear completely behind the foe had no style… I sank my teeth into the projectile that had been formed from jet black hair – and the wearer came forth like a ballistic projectile in the darkness. Her golden and predatory eyes glowed brightly and her intent to kill me was stronger than the girl from before – not the same… obvious.

I then moved approximately fifty times as fast as her, gripping her hair so tightly that when it reached its full length after flying past me; she whiplashed and came flying towards me.

I released the hair from my mouth then slammed my forehead into the side of her head with the adolescent earthling girl still in my arms - I held her firmly and made sure no amount of movement would be enough to snap her neck – fragile creature.

The dark-haired girl was a transform type just like my target – so I set the young girl down to the left and the other girl who I had slammed my forehead into also was slammed so hard into the ground of the parking lot that the ground shattered and continued to shatter with very little resistance. She tried to stop herself and when the resistance stopped, she flew into the next building with a loud crash… but I knew it wasn't over yet.

Time returned to normal, and I heard the enraged screams echo in the street and against the sides of the buildings – music to my ears.

"W-what happened… I feel… dizzy?" The wavy-haired girl stammered, and I simply let out amused laughter – causing the murderous intent in the eyes of my opponent that watched me from so far away to stifle for a moment, then burn brighter with much more strength – just as intended.

"You… you will become my slave or I will kill you immediately – you… you…" She was at a loss for words.

"What's the matter?" I ask with a grin, "Did I render you speechless?" I utilized the line in a cliché fashion – there was no shame on my conscience.

I was ready for another beautiful and primal attack from this girl who had nearly stolen my heart with the last attack – in more ways than one… nearly.