Aleph Banton
"Fwahaha! Evil shall perish before the might of the Hero!"
Down the streets walked a young, very delusional man. His determined stride was prompted by the need to eradicate a foe of the entire world, a being of absolute evil that existed purely to bring suffering and despair upon those they crossed paths with, and who deserved nothing but the swiftest, most harsh justice. Yes, this foul person would strike fear into the hearts of many under their moniker, "Demon Lord Henry Ford". The final showdown that Aleph Banton had been training for since he was a teen was arriving quickly, and nothing could stand in his way.
He smirked confidently upon seeing a gathering, ignoring anything that wasn't his target as he neared people that formed it. When he had first learned of their presence being so close to him, he was both skeptical and nervous. Could the Demon Lord really be hiding out in the open like this? And that is when it hit him --- Of course! Where else but right before someone's very eyes should somebody conceal themselves? It was a brilliant strategy by a horrendous person, but such is to be expected of the World's Enemy. Aleph was also, for a few admittedly weak moments, unsure if he was completely ready to challenge his greatest foe just yet. However, he began to realize that the Demon Lord had fed on such weakness, and that the longer he had waited to destroy the evil, the stronger it would inevitably become. To that end, he decided that there could be no delaying this battle of good and evil. His triumph would need to happen in haste.
But how did Aleph gain such important information on the whereabouts and appearance of the end-game villain, you ask? Well... it all started like this.....
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The day had started out relatively normal, despite the world-shattering events that would soon unfold. Aleph Banton had awoken sometime earlier in the morning and ate breakfast that the innkeeper had kindly provided him. When he was done, he immediately retrieved his equipment (namely a sword, his gold, and a few other miscellaneous items) and went off to begin his daily routine, which consisted of cardio exercise, training with his blade, and also patrolling his general area for minions of the Demon Lord. Quite honestly, aside from some altercation that involved some strangers running into each other, nothing had really caught his attention. Just the usual goings of what one would expect. It was very quiet. But Aleph had thought that maybe it was
too quiet. And that thought was correct! Later in the day, he was approached by a young woman who pleaded for his help in saving her boyfriend, who was apparently lying in a pool of his own blood in a dark alleyway. Little did Aleph know at the time, however, was that she was setting him up for a trap, one that was intended to take his very life! Aside from a man playing the role of an injured boyfriend, two men lay wait in ambush, preparing to strike Aleph down as he attempted to check up on the guy.
As luck would have it, however, Aleph managed to trip on some trash that was on the floor just in time to stumble forwards, both dodging the hidden blow and delivering one strong, albeit accidental, blow of his own. With one thug down, that left only two to fight him (the woman never joined the fight, so presumably she couldn't) and since he was prepared, the fight was... well, won effortlessly. Good trumps evil, after all.
Aleph knew just what had happened. Why he was attacked, why they were doing all of this. It was shameful to admit, but even the Demon Lord's influences had been reaching his fellow humans! Weak-willed people were the easiest to control after all. Because they had fallen to evil, they were no longer the people of his race he had sworn to protect, and so he proceeded to interrogate them one by one.
They weren't the easiest to crack. They insisted on knowing absolutely nothing of Henry Ford's plans or his whereabouts, but they ran out of lies as soon as he pointed his blade to their throats. Because in actuality these people were literally just thugs, they couldn't give the actual location of the Demon Lord that didn't really exist, let alone the one they didn't work for, so they likely just played along to get out of their situation. They named a specific city, with the additional information that the Demon Lord wore some strange clothing that set them apart from the rest of society. And that was all Aleph needed to know. Leaving the thugs, Aleph began his search for his nemesis and the fight that would determine the fates of everybody in this world, and possibly others!
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And that's why Aleph Banton now stood in front of some black-haired boy wearing clothes that obviously weren't from anywhere nearby. though by this point he pretty much had to force his way in. It made sense, really. Though there were other candidates in this very place that fit the description of "strange clothing", the others pretty much couldn't be the Demon Lord. Some others did seem a bit strange, but as far as clothes went, this young man had them beat.
Truth be told, the biggest, most awful, most obvious sign of a Demon Lord had to be that out of every person here in this gathering of people, this black-haired young man felt like some big jerk right off the bat. It was merely a feeling, of course, but since this man had to be the Demon Lord, that wasn't too far from the truth, was it? And so, knowing whom his enemy was, Aleph had confidently made his way towards the man (who would likely later be identified as Kyle) and introduced himself, blatantly either ignoring or interrupting anybody else that tried to speak. This was his time to shine.
And it was only proper that the evil to be vanquished would know just who the hero was.
"So we meet at last..." Aleph's right hand, the bandaged one, clenched as he spoke.
"... Henry Ford!" before the young man could even say anything, Aleph continued.
"I have been searching for so long, waiting for the time where we could meet and here you are, in the middle of a street I would not have thought twice to look were it not for your agents of despair! So here must be where we make battle? I guess it matters not for the result will be the same!" Aleph's body language quite clearly showed that he was more than prepared to draw his blade on a moment's notice, but he had not done so just yet. At the very least, he would probably not draw on his own unless something provoked him or until after his speech, whichever came first. It would also be moderately clear by how he stood that he had some form of stance.
"Your evil ways shall end here, Demon Lord! I, chosen Hero Aleph Banton, shall end your pitiful attempts at ending humanity." he then glanced towards the three different woman around, who all also gave off some weird air. Plus, they looked weird. One was an elf, a race whom was said to be evil incarnate. With some sort of mixture between blood and some white powder, he almost wondered if one was a ghost or apparition of some kind. Worst yet was the horned lady, who seemed to be devouring the flakes of the ghost's decaying body! Wait, how does a ghost decay? Though such thoughts entered Aleph's mind, they were quickly shot back by the need to continue the dialogue along, for only then could the two of them fight to the death to determine the fate of the world!
"And whom might these three be?" he asked, motioning towards each lady individually. To him, at least, they seemed most connected to him out of the group that had formed. Perhaps others were merely bystanders caught up?
"Worthless underlings of yours? If they're at your side, then maybe they're your generals? I see. Then I won't have to worry about the cleanup later." the look Aleph gave the three woman was clearly one that suggested he considered them beneath him, particularly the horned woman who obviously looked the most demonic of the trio. But, why wouldn't he? At best, they were nothing more than power-hungry minions of a pathetic Demon Lord in Aleph's eyes. He had defeated many stronger-looking foes before. As far as he was concerned, they would be minor inconveniences in this battle to come, for the only true threat was the Demon Lord, Henry Ford.
A.K.A Kyle.
"What say you, scum?"
