It still burns for you.

“FUCK!” The demonic prince roared, bringing his hands high above his head. As he forced them down, rage filling his movements, around him blue fire erupted and exploded from cracks that ran deep in the ground.

He had found himself back in hell, the one place he could really let loose, and let his unfathomable power fly. He had no restraints here, no need to hold back, and no worry about hurting anyone. After all, who cared about a few demons who happened to get caught in the crossfire? More importantly, who was brave enough to lecture the prince? After a few short gasp, he let another fearsome roar escape from his chest, causing the flames on his tail, and his horns of fire, to explode outward, nearly covering his entire body in his cerulean fire.

In his right hand, he held the ring he had given Uzma. The promise that they would be together forever, the only thing in the world his fires could not harm. With a great sigh, he fell to his ass, burying his head in his knees. He missed her. Every single day, he missed her, so badly at times he would not even get out of bed, spending the entire day lounging around his penthouse. What was worse, was that even after all this time, his demonic senses could still pick up faint traces of her scent.

He had truly loved her, with every fiber of his being, and he couldn’t even remember why they had broken up. He rubbed at his forehead, remembering the exact spot where the ring had hit. With a sigh, he picked up his Kurikara blade, sheathing the blade, and extinguishing his flames.


Hours later, Michael stood inside of the ice cream shop where Uzma had worked. It wasn’t a hunch, he knew where she would be. As stalkerish as it seemed, it wasn’t hard for someone with his money and resources to keep track of someone's whereabouts, especially with a friend like Jeisen.

“Hey..” He started, stepping from behind a group of customers who were in line ahead of him. He was dressed very simply. Blue jeans, and a black tank top, with the name of Tyuki’s band written across it. A gift for her uncle, apparently.

"Uhm.. so.." Michael said, running a hand through the right side of his mop of blue-black hair, revealing his pointed, almost elf like ears. His tail swayed behind him, something he had long tired of hiding, more than likely freaking out customers. But, at this moment, he didn't really care. His heart was beating a million miles a second, his tongue felt thick and dry, just like his throat. Gulping, he was nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.

"I uh.. I missed you.." He said finally, his blue eyes darting from her to a spot on the ground one could swear he found just so intriguing. "...A lot. Everything feels so empty without you. My bed, my home, even my heart.."

He coughed afterwords, a small blush crossing his face. He really didn't know what to say at this point, prince of hell or not, he was still the awkward seventeen year old boy who had just found out about his lineage whenever he was around her.

Michael's heart rate skyrocketed when Uzma came close to him, his cardiac rythm sounding more like a heavy metal drum solo than anything else. He gulped as her hand came into contact with his shoulder, what did he do here? Were they okay? Could he kiss her? Would that be too soon? He was confused, and it showed with the deepening blush across the young demon's face.

"Uzma.." He began, trying to find his words carefully. His hand moved to hers, moving it instead to his chest. "My heart.. it still beats so fast for you. Even when I think about you. I can't imagine a single day without you, please, come back to me. I love you, I always have and I always will."

"Uhm, yes. Let's.. let's do that." Michael said, his fingers interlocking with hers, his heart skipping a beat or six, his face transfixed into a near permanent smile. He led her outside, his hand squeezing hers tightly, missing the feel of it. As he walked down the street, with her in tow, he slowly and slowly lost hold of all the anger he had welling inside his chest his path month.

"So.." He started, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "You've always been better at starting these conversations I'm kind of... stupid."

He used the describer for lack of a better word. While he wasn't a moron, her certainly wasn't as smart as Uzma, or Jeisen were, and that was just fact.

"Well uh, to be honest, I don't really remember.." Michael said, scratching at the back of his head slowly, his palm messing his hair up even more than usual. "There was something with a collar, and some guys in suits, and like.. I dunno. I guess I fought Jeisen, but I don't even remember it."

It was true, the last months of Michael's life were a blur to him. There were small sections he remembered, but, they were more of a blurred picture than anything else, no real clarity to them. With a sigh, he leaned against her building, sticking his hands in his pockets, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers.

"I am a demon, you have to remember that. Sometimes I lose control, it's going to happen. I haven't had hundreds of years to learn to control it like my sister, my powers are still growing, and so is the demonic influence."

"Hey.." Michael said, his voice soft, compassionate, full of empathy. His Cerulean eyes followed Uzma, his body mimicking her movements without him even really noticing. He wrapped his arm around her neck, pulling her close to him. His lips caressed her forehead, kissing it softly, the soft fur of his tail rubbing against her back.

He could hear everything. The beating of her heart, the way the breath caught in her chest, everything. He let out an empathetic sigh as he leaned his forehead against hers, letting her feel the warmth of his skin against hers.

"I'm always here for you, I always have been, and I always will be." He reached into his pocket, pulling out the golden ring he had made for her, and holding it up for her in his palm. "I want to continue to be there, and make everything okay."

Michael gave her a smile, a large one, the first one had had in a long time. Around her, he was comfortable, he felt safe. No matter where he was in this world, this woman was his home, and he knew that.

"If you'll have me, I'd like you to agree to marry me again, Uzma."

Michael smiled lightly as the ring fit snugly back onto her finger, he had always been rather proud he had made the ring the correct size. He heard the sirens before she had, and mentally sighed. He supposed the two of them really didn't have the luxury of having the typical reunion, despite how much he was hoping crime would wait at least a few hours.

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing I hired that secretary." Michael said, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. He dialed a few numbers before relocking the screen and sliding it back in. After a few seconds, his sword, The Kurikara blade, appeared before him, and he deftly caught it in the air. "I've had a few changes, try not to be too shocked."

With a flick of his wrist, years of swordsmenship helped him to expertly release the blade from it's enchanted wooden prison. Cerulean flames danced along the blade's length, instantly spreading their enchanting light to their master.

His iris's instantly died their light blood red, along with the canines of his mouth enlarging into their fang like nature. His already pointed ears grew in length, become lithe and elf like. Flames ignited from the blue hair on his tail, and his two horns of fire returned atop his head. From his back, flames exploded outward, forming his skeletal, torn and demonic wings.

"Well." He said, cracking his neck, sliding the sheath of his sword through the loop of his jeans. "Shall we?"

Entei smiled at the now alien form of his girlfriend, a crooked smile with a single sharpened canine showing over his lower lip. The skeletal flaming wings on his back stretched out, before flapping once, like a phantom muscle working it's way back to relevance. A small gust of wind showered the ground at his feet, warm and quick, created by the sudden exertion of force from his new demonic power.

"I don't need a lift, no." Entei said, still taking the girl's hand. "This is just because I enjoy it."

As she hovered, his wings would slowly flap, creating pockets of wind underneath them for the demon prince to hover with alongside her. It had been a long time since he had played the hero, and it was something he sorely needed to get back into doing. After all, if the son of Satan couldn't be a hero, who could right?

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Unlike his graceful and gentle girlfriend, Entei preferred a more... flashy and obnoxious approach to heroics. As they reached the scene, he released her hands and willed his demonic wings to return to fire, before disappearing in a could of cerulean sparks behind him. As he fell, the wind rippling the loose clothing he had worn, the fires of Ghenna surrounded him. The only thing the five men would see as they looked up was a demonic meteor of death and destruction hurtling right towards them.

He landed hard, the ground cracking beneath him but his demonic heritage preventing the boy from taking any real damage. As he crouched there in a three point landing, he slowly rose to his feet, flames whisping from his body in quick and numerous clouds. He cracked his neck as he glowing blue eyes locked onto the group of men, the same crooked smile from earlier, albeit more evil and menacing, present on his face.

"Only five Starlight? Wait.."

Although Entei wasn't the smartest, and his sense of intuition and perception weren't the greatest, his sense were ironically heightened to beyond super human. His nose wrinkled and contorted as he sniffed the air surrounding them. His smile turned to a disappointed frown very quickly. Here he was hoping for a simple beat down, before getting back to making up with the love his life. But no, life was never that easy for the demon prince.

"They all have the same smell, great."

With a flick of his wrist, the blades of his sword glowed molten blue, before he sunk it into the ground. Blue flames rose on his arms, and he stared the man down.

"Well, this is your city hun, after you."