Neo-Elysian City: Gangster's Paradise

The audience clapped and applauded as the lights in the studio lit up and a tall gentleman in a sharp blue suit worn over a red shirt and with a silver tie with gelled back hair turned around with a big smile on his face. He clapped his hands together and raised them up in the air as he stood up and greeted his cheering crowd. "HELLO ELYSIAN! HOW ARE YA'ALL DOING TONIIIIGHT?" He called out to the people of the city as the audience cheered. "What's that? Have you all taken a vow of silence tonight? COME ON! LET ME HEAR YOU ROAR!" He egged on his crowd. They erupted into louder cheers as he called out with them "YEEEAAAAHHHH! Hello hello hello everybody! Welcome to the show! You're Talking With Tyron Taylor On The Tonight Show! As always, I'm glad to see you all again! Welcome, Welcome Welcome!" He walked to the center of the studio. "Ladies And Gentlemen! I've got one hell of a show for you tonight! Starting off with two very special guests! Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together for the King and Queen Of The Neo-Elysian Fields, Mr. and Mrs. Diavolo!"

The Audience and folks at home stood up and cheered as Demetrio and Aurora Diavolo entered the studio to uproarious applause.

Demetrius Diavolo is a tall, powerfully built, hulking, middle aged man. He has slicked back fiery red hair and dark eyes.

He's wearing a smooth shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the elegant tie he's wearing. On top of the shirt he's wearing a sleek vest with 7 buttons, it has a fairly deep v-line, it's just narrow enough for the top to remain visible, adding another layer to the overall look of the suit. The jacket perfectly wraps around his body. It has a tight herringbone pattern which gives the suit a more formal and elegant look. The 3 buttons of his single breasted jacket have been left unbuttoned, it's a casual look which still manages to look classy. The jacket is the same length all around, it has vents at either side, there are two pockets on either side and there's a breast pocket which has been left empty. He's wearing pants which copy the style of the jacket, both in color and pattern and they make an ideal combination with his shoes. He's wearing a lavish pair of plain toe derbies. To top it all off he's wearing a graceful belt, which can be accompanied by a watch and a tie clip.

Ambrosia Diavolo is a young woman with a tall, slim, and curvaceous figure. She has chin-length, dark green hair styled into a bob, and her eyes are light green.

The dress leaves the top of her shoulders uncovered, but does cover the sides and flows down into an elegant keyhole neckline. It's a snug fit which covers up her breasts, but does so without making it look awkward or messy. Her arms have been covered all the way down to her wrists. The sleeves broaden towards the bottom, allowing for bracelets to be visible. The dress' waist is wide, but it's a tight fit. It's left simple, elegant and undecorated, creating a look that flows from top to bottom. Below the waist the dress widens and has a trapeze style. The dress reaches all the way down to her feet and is longer at the sides. She's wearing stiletto's, which further adds elegance and class. To top it all off she's wearing a gorgeous necklace and gilded bracelets.

Demetrius chuckles and shakes his hands and Ambrosia gives hum a hug. They wave to the audience and take their seats on the couch for the interview.

"Alright then, lets move on to our next topic. What are your thoughts regarding the extrajudicial killings of the clowns?"

"An obvious act of self-defense. If you'll recall in the bank attack alone they came in guns blazing. Same with their other targets. There were even bombs and C4 found on the clowns by the police. You cannot blame the people of Neo-Elysian for defending themselves and shooting back." Ambrosia reasoned. "It's not like Gothhold. I mean, I'm sorry to say it but that city was a cesspool before Diavolo Industries expanded there and we started funding and providing the cleanup. Now look at it: One of the snazziest and jazziest cities in the country defended by The Shade, a hero personally trained by Diavolo Industries to assist and work alongside Law Enforcement to defend Law and Order. Thanks to our efforts, Gothhold has never been safer."

"There's a reason we've been setting up Diavolo Family Self-Defense Centers around the country after all. We want people to be prepared to defend themselves when they get attacked. It's a big scary world out there after all. You never know what could happen. Thus, it pays to be prepared for everything and anything. Hence, the self-defense centers teaching a little bit of everything. Rest assured ladies and gentlemen, a few months of hard training at one of our centers and you'll be ready to take on the world." Demetrius assured the audience.

"Regarding this Superhero of yours, this Shade, are there others like him?"

"Well, not quite like him, but we are providing training to young aspiring heroes, both Superhuman and otherwise, who wish to be able to step up and defend the innocent people of our beautiful country hand in hand with law officials. Take a look at Serenity City, Ascension City and Shepard. There are young aspiring superheroes stepping up and defending the innocent people more and more everyday and we love them for it. All of these kids were themselves inspired by Serenity, the greatest of them all, may she rest in peace, all we want is to offer professional training and education to anybody who wishes to do the same."

"And this is all for the sake of keeping peace?"

"Precisely. We believe people should have the right and ability to defend themselves. By providing people with training and confidence we can give them the tools they need to succeed in the world and stand up against crime while also showing them how to guide others on the right path. It's not all about combat and fighting for us however. We've also been providing funding into medical research as I explained above. But we're more than that." She stood up and walked out ot the audience and looked over them. "Let's see....how about....you?" Ambrosia pointed at a man in the audience. "What's your name sir?"

"Douglas Fletcher ma'am."

"Mister Fletcher, could you come up to the stage please?"

He looked around awkwardly before he walked up onto the stage from the audience. He was an older wizened man who was holding a bandaged up hand.

"Mister Fletcher, please forgive me for prying, but whatever happened to your hand?"

"Oh this little thing? An accident I had a few years back. A few accidents actually. Something heavy fell on it, someone cut me with a knife and then I got in a car wreck." He explained awkwardly. "It's getting better now but it's still in bad shape."

Ambrosia sighed sadly and placed a hand over her heart while placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "That's not nice. That's not right and honestly, it's just not fair. You do not deserve such horrible luck or such horrific treatment. How about we fix that?" She offered. "Tell me Mister Fletcher, have you ever been healed?" Ambrosia asked while unwrapping the bandages to showcase his horribly mangled hand to the audience. Ambrosia then waved her hand over it and accelerated the cell division to induce a state of regeneration in his body. His hand shook and trembled while the scarring and old wounds on it were replaced with brighter healthier skin. In mere seconds in front of the audience and viewers she healed his hand. He gasped in amazement. "Wha-wha? I-it feels...its great! It's as good as new!" He laughed and waved his hand in the air.

"No charge whatsoever Mister Fletcher." Ambrosia hugged him. "We just want to make the world better." She patted him on the back and then turned to the audience. "WHO'S NEXT? FREE HEALINGS EVERYBODY! STEP RIGHT UP! WHATCHU GOT?!



We now take a break from the talk show to travel across the city a few miles away to the roof of the Vine Systems Skyscraper where a cloaked man in a poncho is watching the footage on a muted mini-tv. The poncho man is perfectly camouflaged under his camo-poncho which hid his powerful well built frame, his body armor and his sniper rifle with which he would utilize to put an armor piercing incendiary round inside of the heads of the Diavolos. From there he and his comrades could hunt down and slaughter the rest of them. The Devils had been in business long enough that they'd clearly become soft if their little miracle cure drug plan was seriously being considered. It was time the Serranos to take over for them.



From this rooftop he had a clear shot at the entrance that he could easily make. The instant they came out to their adoring public he would blow their heads off. Quick clean and simple. Honestly, John leaving the business was the best stroke of luck that Jesus Guerrero could've asked for. As fantastic as John's Farewell Party had been, it was what came after that was where the real fun began. With the God Of Death out of the game, the rest of them had been getting more work to make up for it, and that gave him the chance to prove himself to The Serranos which lead him here about to make history for his family. With two shots he would signal the end of The Diavolos and the dawn of their new era. He grinned and continued watching until the talk show finally ended and the audience erupted into what he assumed would deafening applause and cheers. It would be the last they would ever hear. He turned off the mini-tv and lined up the shot.

As he was waiting for them to come out, he heard his phone vibrate and he quickly whipped it out to check out the message just in case it was a message from his superiors.

What he read instead make his blood run cold.



"So do you want to come out from underneath that thing and die on your feet or do you wish to die on your belly like the dog you are?"

Jesus shot up, whipped off his poncho and attempted to spray the new arrival with dual Mac-11's only to be kicked across the roof like a soccer ball. He could feel his armor break apart as his ribs cracked from the impact. He hit the roof on his side and skidded across it until he came to a stop on the ledge and he just barely avoided falling over! Jesus was about to let some cracked ribs slow him down though and he sprung up and got a look at his new enemy. A young punk with well combed dark hair, a black biker jacket, a black long sleeved shirt, black gloves and dark blue jeans and fancy black shoes. The young man casually lit up a cigarette and walked towards him. "Okay, so, before I cut your arms off....were you seriously about to snipe my parents? Because that's a dick move. This isn't a Houndman Movie."

"Hijo de las Mil Putas!" He replied and vanished in the blink of an eye, folding space in a limited fashion to teleport behind the new arrival where he could shoot him in the back of the head. He came out of his teleport a second after he'd vanished perfectly positioned to eat a backhand to the face.




It smashed his nose and made him fall on the roof but he rolled with it and got back up to his feet. He tried to shoot him again only for the punk to casually grab his right arm and freaking karate chop it right off with a glowing redhot arm! The would be sniper screamed in pain as the arm fell off at the elbow! The heat cauterized the wound but the pain was excruciating!

"I'll choose to take your response as a yes." He took a drag off his cigarette and exhaled it. "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Luciano Diavolo. I'm a man of wealth and taste and you just earned yourself a dance with the devil."

Thank you!