[center][color=1a7b30][h2]Aleph Banton[/h2][/color]
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[b][color=1a7b30]"[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZmK2NHrqX4]Glad that's over![/url]"[/color][/b][/center]
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Aleph Banton had survived his awkward encounter with the Demon Lord's general. He had vastly underestimated the Demon Lord's power, to have such people under his command. Even though that woman had acted as though she was not beneath the Demon Lord, it was very likely this was merely an act to keep up appearances and hide her true feelings of admiration for the devil. With the power of a demon as strong as her beneath him, then surely Aleph was not as ready to fight the final fight as he had foolishly thought he was. 

His right hand started to twitch. 

The Hero had not fled far from the scene of his fight at all. He did not want to waste any energy, so he had only jumped until he was out of sight from the group, and simply began walking away from there. Since nobody seemed to follow him, this was apparently enough to get away with. [b][color=1a7b30]"There is still much for me to learn, I must train harder so that evil does not emerge victorious next time!"[/color][/b] 

[b]*RUMBLE*[/b]

[i][color=1a7b30]...All that being said, I should probably eat. Good cannot triumph over evil on an empty stomach![/color][/i]

Despite the dark power rising in his hand, he knew that feasting was important to keeping one's strength up. If he showed any signs of weakness for even a second, then the power inside his hand would devour him whole, and the world would have a new threat to deal with, and a lack of a Hero to save them from it. He could not allow that to happen! Thus, Aleph's new destination was set: a tavern that had a good name around these parts. Relatively. 

[i][color=1a7b30]Wait. I should probably put my sword away. I don't sense any foes around, at least for the moment...[/color][/i]

Holding his blade was about as natural to him as breathing, so there were occasionally times he did forget to sheathe it, and he did not want to draw unnecessary attention. At least, moreso. So, he did a quick twirling motion and his blade found its respite in the sheathe, where it would hopefully be protected from the shrapnel of food that would likely otherwise taint it were he to eat with it out. 

Heroes weren't perfect, after all. 

[b][color=1a7b30]"Ah, now that I think of it, perhaps that woman was the Demon of Pride I have been hearing so much about? Powerful, especially prideful even for a demon. Yes, it makes a lot of sense now!"[/color][/b] Aleph grinned. [b][color=1a7b30]"With how she destroyed everything she touched, I'm sure she's a messier eater than myself."[/color][/b] 

[i][color=1a7b30]But wait, does that mean she's BETTER than me at messily eating?[/color][/i] 

Aleph did not know how to feel about this. Aside from being evil, he did not enjoy demons being better than him at things. But it wasn't like being a messy eater was something to be proud of.... unless you were the Pride Demon! 

[i][color=1a7b30]I'll make sure to eat especially sloppy today![/color][/i]

And so, Aleph Banton continued walking down the street, headed for a relatively popular tavern.