#crimson-capulet-devil

"Dante! There's more to food than just pizza!" Gentaro runs his fingers over the reset command on the replicator.

"I understand what each of those words mean individually, but not all together, Gentaro."

Gentaro sighs. "Look, it's going to take us ten days by Ion Drive to get to the Mars Base. Could we not be at each other's throats?" He replicates a bacon cheeseburger.

"Sure. So long as you don't snore."

"I don't snore. But you grind your teeth." Gentaro answers.

Dante is about to answer that, but runs his tongue over his teeth. "Hmm, I was wondering about that. I really do, don't I?"

It was just a normal night out; the lack of activity and sound made it more tiring, urging Hive to turn back and go home... that is until she heard some commotion going on ahead of her. She peaked into an alleyway, following the noise, leading into a rather brutal, hellish fight. These various noises were from screeching demons, to rapid gunshots as the bullets pierced their skins, and the excruciating sound of a blade cutting through flesh added with some flamboyant tricks and acrobatics. Hive hid behind a dumpster, watching the action from a far. 

Wow...

What those creatures were? Demons of course, but nothing what seemed to be from her world. The silvery-haired man surrounded by the piled of corpses, with not a single blood on his structured face? Whatever he was, he had quite the skill and of course -- the looks. After what she assumed he was done, she clapped her hands loudly and applauded the gunner's performance.