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He was ready.

Crow looked at his garb; the same clothing he wore back in the Demon Realm...enchanted by his family's personal enchantress, it was a slim, lean black cloak that draped over his entire form, leaving everything to the imagination. It wasn't flashy, like what he noted on every outfit of the 'superheroes' of this world. No...it was shadowy, dark...it was him. The only thing that could be considered symbolic was the mottled silver zipper that ran down the front, but only a small piece was unzipped, at the bottom, exposing nothing but dark boots. There was also a mottled silver clasp at the top front, in the shape of a demonic crow with glowing crimson eyes - but that was for another reason. All-in-all, it was his battle garb...the outfit he was the most comfortable in. Before Daeara, after all...he was 'Crow'. In a flash of black, shadowy feathers, Noire was perched on the cloaked man's shoulder...and, once more, in shadowy, disappearing feathers, they disappeared from the condo.

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Crow stood blatantly in the air, above the wreckage of the school, Noire flying in warning circles above his head. The dark, cloaked being's arms were passively to the side, even as the half-demon's crimson eyes wandered about, hidden within the shadows of his hood. This was the school...before escaping the demon dimension, he had been told by Trigon, that he should look into the happenings of this destroyed school. While he wasn't happy about following orders, he was privy to the information that whomever did this was incredibly powerful...

That interested him.