Sunset didn't complain when Azure insisted to follow her inside a bordello. She didn't mind a little distraction, and Flamepuff was having the time of his life, chasing around every single woman in the building. But the lack of focus on the matter annoyed the younger girl nonetheless.

“Snap out of it!” Azure scolded.

Sunset blinked, turning away from one of the recent activities happening just behind her.

“Oops!” Sunset laughed with fake innocence. “What was that?”

Azure deadpanned. “State your business. I don't have all night.”

Sunset cleared her throat. “Some asshole fucked with me.” She said, making a gun with her hand and pointed it to her head.

“Uh-huh?”

“I don't know who they are, but I know they're here. I just want you to give me a name.” Sunset said, mumbling through the cigarette.

“What kind of name? There's a lot of names in my book, Sunset.”

“An important name, Azure.”

Azure took cautionary glances from side to side, before pulling Sunset into a corner where no one would suspect them. Darkness shrouded the two, illuminated only by a pink retro light signage flickering above them.

“His name is Canyon. They said that he's the head of everything around here. I don’t really see him often around, but I heard he came from a higher order.” Azure began.

The mention of the name made Sunset perk up in intrigue. It sounded… familiar. “I'm listening.”

“He brought in forty to fifty men with him just this afternoon. All of them dressed in black trench coats, and they also dragged in two bodies with them.”

“Should I worry?”

“Definitely.”

“Hmm. Where are they?”

Azure's face scrunched as she tried to find the right words in her tongue. “I'm not quite sure. They could be anywhere, in the bordellos, the bars, gambling pits, anywhere.”

“Higher order,” Sunset repeated. “Must be quite the leverage he has here then.”

“Only a man of power can bend the four people that run this place.” Azure responded in a grim tone.

It clicked. Those poor bastards were obviously desperate. The baits were set, in hopes to lure Sunset into the valley of death, and in the darkness, hundreds of other demons awaited until someone blew the trumpet in the perfect moment.

“He’s the one.” Sunset smiled deviously.

“What are you gonna do?”

With a sinister grin, Sunset stepped closer into the light, the pink color decorating the blank canvas in her eyes with an almost menacing shade of red. “You’ll see.”

“Oh no, this is bad. I know that look, Sunset.”

Sunset let out a calling whistle, and from the dark shadows, the little demon returned to its rightful place, perching on the top of her shoulder.

“Flashy boy and his crew are here.” Flamepuff announced in an excited grin, his rear wiggling and tail wagging like a dog.

“I hope you're ready for a party, Az.” Sunset said, still grinning. “Better start giving me more names.”

“Sunset, chill.” Azure insisted, apprehension in her voice. “Last time I saw you, you said you were done with this crap. And now you came back like you just magically grew a pair of balls, barging in here with no sense of danger..”

Sunset just stared at her blankly.

“Just… Whatever you're planning, it's definitely out of your league. Just think about it. You're facing an entire group of mob. One bullet and you’re history.”

“Yep, they tried that one already. But nah, that's not stopping me.” Sunset shrugged. She didn't react for a while. Shortly after, she just laughed ever so casually.

“You on drugs?” Azure gaped at her with furrowed brows. “Thought you hated drugs.”

“Who needs drugs when I am high on life, girlfriend?” Sunset beamed, her almost grey eyes sparkling with ominous beauty.

Suddenly, she snapped. “Alright, enough with this repetitive pestering.” She grabbed the girl on both arms and pulled her close, an intense look in her eyes. “Azure, I need your help.”

The look on Azure’s face gave the Devil a chance to laugh in silence.

Brawly and Thunder stuck close to Flash as they navigated their way into the unappealing alleyways, all while trying to avoid eye contacts and potential danger as much as possible. But the obvious indication of them being currently targeted as prey items was not something one could easily shrug off.

Still, despite the impending danger creeping into them, they held onto their guns, and kept their eyes straight ahead as what Flash told them to do.

Brawly leaned close to Flash's shoulder and whispered as quiet as he could, “Where are we going?”

“To the one gang leader who might have an answer to give.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“He's chatty as hell.”

Eventually, they stopped at an old bar; a large shack that stretched further upwards than the other establishments surrounding it. It smelled like piss, sweat and alcohol, a bad combination that made Thunder visibly scrunch his face.

“Knock it off.” Brawly scolded quietly, maintaining a straight face.

“I can't help if it this place feels like death.” Thunder grumbled.

Flash stepped forth and entered the bar, with the other two quickly tailing behind. It was a relatively large bar, filled with loud thugs screaming and yelling profanities at every table.

As if on cue, every yelling and cussing came to a halt, and all eyes turned to Flash. Brawly and Thunder froze like scared pups, but Flash remained unfazed, much to their amusement.

A deafening silence built up, a rising tension almost suffocating to endure. Until a loud male voice erupted in the scene.

“As I live and breathe, Flash Sentry!” A tall bearded man yelled in his heavy southern accent, strutting out from the shadows of the far corners of the bar with outstretched arms.

The loud talking and cussing resumed like nothing happened. Flash stood still, staring back at the older man.

“What? You don't recognize an old friend, Flash?”

“Tomahawk.”

Tomahawk gave a crooked smile. “It is I.” He exclaimed. “Well, cowboy, don't mind if I give ya’ll some to drink. It's all in the house, baby. Come!”

Flash and the pair behind him followed Tomahawk to a large round table at the center of the bar. They sat down, facing each other from opposite sides, two of Tomahawk's men stood tall beside him.

After the waitress gave them all a drink, Tomahawk proceeded to speak in his rowdy mannerisms.

“I am confused.” He began, an exaggerated expression spread over his features. “I always thought that you was a decisive man. Once out, you never go back. Something must ain't right here.” He said before taking a large sip of his beer.

Flash remained silent, his stoic demeanor radiating throughout the table. Even Brawly and Thunder became uneasy but neither of them said a word and let Tomahawk speak again.

“What must've troubled the former knight of this desiccated kingdom for him to return?” Tomahawk asked. “You left this life for a less exciting alternative. Our mechanics in your area reported that was doin’ just fine.”

Flash just stared at him, unmoving and barely even blinking, while his two other companions sat anxiously in silence but prepared nonetheless.

Tomahawk continued. “I always believed that people don't really change. Once you get a taste of this life, you just can't run away from it. Somehow, it finds a way to drag you back. And we both know that once you set your foot on this territory again, you're back.”

“I’m not staying.” Flash said quietly, shaking his head.

“You say that now, but I'll bet on my sainted mother's grave that no matter how much you try, you will die on these grounds, Flash.”

Everyone expected some sort of reaction as they all tensed up in their seats. There was silence again for good five seconds that seemed like an eternity. Until Flash broke it with a hollow sigh, then turned to grab the enormous mug of beer and began chugging down all its contents.

As Flash smashed the mug back to the table, he licked his lips and exhaled. “Maybe.”

“He talks!” Tomahawk cheered, breaking the suffocating air around them.

“You’re right. I might die here. Tonight.” Flash said, a subtle smile creeping into his lips.

Tomahawk nodded. “I actually prayed for this day to come. For you to sit in my property and drink beer just like old times.”

The impatience on Flash’s face was showing. “Unfortunately, that's not really what I cam– .”

“Woah! Now, hold your horses there. You know, life can be unfair sometimes. It can steal away your moments. Take time to breathe, drink, ‘cause we have all night, baby.”

Flash caught glimpses of the two men beside Tomahawk pulling up their jackets to reveal the guns they had hoisted in their waists.

“I highly doubt that.” Flash muttered. He saw the malicious glow within Tomahawk's eyes, then quickly returned the enthusiasm he just received. “But yeah, why the hell not.” He smiled forcefully.

Smiling in content, Tomahawk snapped a finger and summoned a waitress to refill Flash's drink. Later on, his gaze shifted towards Brawly and Thunder, who immediately flinched as soon as his eyes fell on them.

“Do these friends of yours know how much of a rockstar you was around here, Flash?” Tomahawk asked.

Of course, Brawly and Thunder had their tongues tied up and couldn't even manage to choke out a gasp. Tomahawk laughed, recognizing them as clueless outsiders.

A bunch of lambs as what he would prefer to call them.

“He used to work for us,” Tomahawk proudly said.

“We know.” Thunder responded quietly.

Tomahawk smiled at Thunder. “Ya do, huh?”

Thunder was silent again.

“Ya’ll might be going a little blind here, fellas.” Tomahawk said, taking off his cowboy hat. “You’re sittin’ in one of the many territories where the scums of this city come together. Lovely place, we've been tryin’ to keep this big old pile of junk on its feet for years. Though, it wasn’t always this peaceful. Back in the day, cops used to be a real pain in the ass. Right, Flash?”

They all looked at Flash for some kind of confirmation, but his face was stone cold, and Tomahawk proceeded.

“The irony.” Tomahawk beamed. “Flash's pops was one dedicated cop, a true knight of justice, bound by morals, and codes and other shit the institutions rammed into their asses.”

The three remained quiet, definitely uneased but still attentive enough which urged Tomahawk to continue.

“The fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. That’s why I always believed that, if given the chance, Flash would actually make an excellent cop. But again, life is unfair. And I bet his dad’s still weepin’ in his grave.”

The words were as heavy as anvils. Flash felt all the weight that they brought as they came out of the older man's mouth like flood. Brawly and Thunder couldn't do anything, but listen to the tales they weren't even strangers of.

“We had faced a fuckton of adversaries over the years, but none ever came close to the toughest of them all; Detective Shining Armor. Ya'll must've heard of him. Life was a war with that man around. He was a threat to us, our wives and our children. People around here would even go to church everyday, askin’ for God to get rid of the son of a bitch. Thankfully, our prayers were answered like a fine miracle. No one even dared to lay a finger on him, but, with that one little accident, everything changed.”

The longer they listened to Tomahawk's stories, the harder it was for them to sit through it all. Though, Tomahawk himself was euphoric as he told his stories with evident passion.

“No cop has ever tried to meddle with us now that two of the most fearsome bastards of ‘justice’ got flicked off of their glorious pedestals. And that's permanent. God bless this fucking city.” Tomahawk concluded with a soft and gruff chuckle, putting back his hat on like an act of humility.

Releasing a sharp breath, Flash straightened up in his seat, the determination was strong in his eyes. “We don't have much time, Tomahawk. We're looking for someone.”

Tomahawk smiled knowingly. “Of course you are.”

Flash frowned, tilting his head a little. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“We're all looking, Flash.” Tomahawk announced as he leaned his weight into the table, arms folded in front of his chest. “And sometimes looking just ain't enough. People are like rats these days; they won't come out until you set up the fire.”

The older man's vague words only made Flash frown even harder. Secretly, he began reaching for his gun underneath the table. Brawly and Thunder noticed this, and they shifted themselves in their seats, preparing for the worse to come.

“Big folks are angry. People had to make a move and go for the squealers’ throat.”

The sudden realization hit Flash like a hammer to the guts, but he tried his hardest to remain still and gulp down his rising rage.

“It was you.” Flash said, nodding.

Slowly, Flash took out his gun and pointed it towards the other direction. Tomahawk bared an expression that was a cross between a disappointed scowl and an amused smile.

“Look at you,” Tomahawk taunted. “You come in here pointing a gun at my face. That's a bit dark for your area.”

Flash slammed the table. “Where are they, Tomahawk?!” He roared. His voice boomed throughout the building that alerted the thugs to stand from their seats.

Brawly and Thunder grew anxious as they heard guns cocking all around them.

Tomahawk laughed his heart out. “You really think you have the balls to threaten me in my own place?”

“I don't give a damn!” Flash barked loudly, veins bulging from his temple. His two companions jumped at his rage. They didn’t witness it often. It was terrifying, especially when Flash began to growl his words. “Where are they?!”

“Sorry to break it to you, but it ain't my position to hand out such info.” Tomahawk admitted, shaking his head. He beckoned his men to lay down their guns. “But no need to get hostile. You know me, Flash. I'm a reasonable guy.”

“Just tell me where they are!” Flash shouted, his face burning red, and his hands shaking violently.

Tomahawk was rather annoyed than threatened at that point. Brawly and Thunder distanced themselves from their already furious companion, who almost seemed like a different person.

“Give up the girl.”

Tomahawk's words only intensified the desperation boiling inside of them. Flash couldn't get himself to respond quickly, as he found himself shrouded with too much uncertainty. He was sweating from the anxiety and overwhelming anger. He was really angry. So much that it wasn't even normal for him. And the pain in his shoulder was only adding to the hell he was experiencing.

“I already told you. If you want your friends back, you must give up the gi–”

“We don't know where she is!” Thunder suddenly shouted, releasing all the muffled tension that was built up inside of him.

Everyone was immediately interrupted when a young man barged into the bar. His face glazed with sweat, and he began yelling frantically.

“Boss!” He shrieked, running straight towards the round table with labored breaths. “Y-you need to come–! Come and see this quick!” The young man sputtered, his hands mindlessly tugging into Tomahawk's collar.

“Woah! Slow down, boy!” Tomahawk yelled, frowning in concern and slight irritation as he pushed the young man away from him.

Flash and his companion eased themselves at the sudden intrusion, but were baffled and slightly alarmed.

“Goddamnit, can't you see that I'm busier than a moth in a mitten?” Tomahawk said. He then took notice of the look in the young man's face; the call for urgency was unmistakable. He cleared his throat and asked him in a whisper.

“What’s wrong?”

The young man whispered something to Tomahawk. Flash and the others stood there, clueless of what was going on. They didn't let go of their guns, though. Something was bad and they could all sense it in their guts.

Genuine shock took over Tomahawk's features, his wrinkles multiplied and his once confident demeanor slowly turned into the unsure and terrified man like his young lackey.

Desperate to find answers, Flash turned around the table to come face to face with Tomahawk. “What the hell's going on?”

Tomahawk looked at him straight in the eye for a good three seconds, before pushing him out of his way and started walking out of the bar with his men following behind.

Flash didn't hesitate to follow and he beckoned his two companions to come with him.

Outside the building was a crowd, staring at a hanging figure above them. Someone managed to cut off the rope that suspended the body in the air, and the body fell into a couple of men who waited down below.

Tomahawk used his authority to part the crowd like an open sea. Flash quickly followed.

Then, they all saw it. Murmurs and gasps erupted, a rush of horror and repulsion hit them in the gut like a freight train at the sight of the grotesqueness before them.

“What in God's name…” Those were the words that escaped Tomahawk's mouth.

Flash's face curled in disgust and horror, while the two audibly gagged behind him. Thunder regurgitated everything that he had consumed, that's for sure.

“H-holy f-f-fuck!” Thunder gargled through his vomit.

Lying on the ground was a mutilated corpse. The features were almost indiscernible, given how its face looked like it was being stabbed over and over again by more than a dozen times. The jaw seemed broken, leaving the mouth wide open for them to see that the tongue was completely chopped off. Its hands and feet were bound by metal wires, and the rest of his body was filled with stab marks at every inch.

People were used to violent murders. But what shocked them was who it was done to.

“Now who could be the bold bastard to even try and do this in here...” Tomahawk’s voice trailed off as he continued to stare at the body of his fellow gang leader. He could tell because of his dog tag.

The same one that Flash was wearing. Somehow, in the deepest part of his gut, he felt as if he knew who was capable or motivated enough to commit such act.

Flash wished he didn't know. Now that he thought of it, Sunset was probably looking for her killer. Or maybe she was playing a game he wasn't familiar with. But considering her newfound sporadic behavior, it could be both.

Then the thought of his friend being actually immortal made him uneasy again. It was something that Flash kept at the back of his mind, but kept crawling its way back out.

It was... actually terrifying.

“Flash…” Tomahawk's voice snapped Flash back to reality. “Do you know something?”

Flash projected a cold look. “How I wish.” He lied. “I'm just as clueless as you are.”

Tomahawk eyed him with doubt. “Words are gonna reach certain people, and it's only a matter of time before this place will be turned upside down.”

Flash looked back at the corpse again; his former boss now mutilated like a butchered pig. He cared less about him, but he was worried about Sunset. What he had witnessed that morning was just the beginning. Whatever she was planning, wherever she was at the moment, Flash was no longer there to hold her back.

“You have to get out of here. Leave this mess to us.” Tomahawk said.

“No.”

Just as Tomahawk was about to leave, Flash blocked his path with the gun pointed straight into his face.

“Tell me where they are.” Flash demanded.

Tomahawk cracked a smile, one that looked defeated and yet still showcased his wryness “I’m going to give you a hint. We're not in charge ‘round here.” He said. “Bigger things are at work and not even you can stop it.”

Tomahawk never lied. Flash knew that. As aggravated and desperate he was, he lowered his gun.

“See you around, Flash. It was nice chattin’ with ya.” Tomahawk tipped his hat before vanishing into the crowd.

Flash stood there, the flurry of emotions that surged inside him was in the brink of breaking the bottle.

“Flash.” Brawly called, worried.

Their eyes met.

“What?”

“You're bleeding again.”

Flash looked down and saw the red stain on his shirt extending to his chest. Honestly, he didn't care anymore. He looked back at his two companions and said to them, “We're on our own now.”

“What are the chances of us not getting diced into pieces before we even find them?” Thunder asked, apprehension under the snark in his voice.

“If we could stop being such a bunch of pussy now, maybe there's a higher chance of us getting out of here alive.” Brawly replied, rolling his eyes.

“I'm just being real. We're in a fucking meat grinder that smells like piss and shit. People around here look like they wanna skin me alive.” Thunder said defensively.

Brawly decided to ignore him and turned his attention back to Flash. “So, what do we do now?”

Before Flash could even answer the question with false hope, somehing vibrated in his pants. He fished out the phone from his pocket and saw his ex boss's phone number being flashed on the screen.

"What the hell?"

Even though he was confused, he proceeded to answer the call anyway.

“You lucky bastard. These people still love you, don’t they?”

The sound of Sunset's voice brought a rush of relief in Flash, yet the growing anxiety still remained in his system.

“Give me a break…” He sighed, rubbing his temples.

“There's no such thing as break in this town, buddy.”

Sunset's voice sounded oddly eccentric and shaky as if she was out of breath.

Curiously, Brawly looked over. “Who is it?”

Flash held up a finger, then mouthed Sunset's name. “What the hell do you think you’re you doing?” He asked sternly.

“Before I answer that, I'll ask you one. Did you ever think I would let some dimwit off the hook after I got my brain blown to bits last night?”

As expected, Sunset authorized a pause, but quickly proceeded before granting Flash the chance to entertain her question.

“Nah, didn't think so either. Although, it was quite an out of body experience, it's no different from getting shat on by a pig really. And that PISSES me off.”

“Is that what this is all about? Revenge?” Flash was suddenly annoyed.

“Bravo! You are one lucky winner! Seriously. Didn't think you'd get that.”

“So it's you who killed my ex boss.”

“Right again, bud.”

“What the hell?!”

Sunset laughed on the other line. “Relax, I know it wasn't your ex boss.”

Flash blinked, baffled. “Then, w-why…?”

“It’s a threat display, obviously. What better way to make them start shaking in their knees than to fuck up one of their top dogs, right?” Sunset laughed in a manner that a sane person wouldn’t, then she abruptly stopped. “And uhh, also I got a little impatient in the middle of interrogating him.”

Flash frowned. After processing everything, he let out a sigh and gave in. “Well, what have you got?” He asked, grumbling.

“None of the gang leaders have Ringo and Micro Chips.”

Flash's face brightened at the sound of their names. “And I’m guessing that you know where they are?”

“Yeah. They’re being held up in a lab beneath a diner called Ghoulash. The trench coat wearing bastards got a hold of the two so you better look out.”

“Okay. I know where to get there.” Flash said.

“You gotta hurry up, though. They're not looking too well. Or so I've heard.”

Flash took a moment to look at his companions, both intrigued and confused. “Are you really that confident about the information that was handed over to you?”

“I know you don't trust me. You don't have to. Buuuut, it seems like you're running on empty here, Flash. So make your choice QUICK.”

Flash repeatedly cursed under his breath. “Screw it. Where are you?”

“I'm just right here hanging around. Heh, I could see you all from up here.”

Flash began looking around in all direction, searching for a sign of Sunset's existence. “Shit, where?”

“it's better not to let ya know.”

“Listen, I swear–”

“You wanna find your friends, right? Take Brawly and Thunder, move your asses now before some bastard decides to end you three with a slugger.”

“And you?!”

“I'll catch up. Eventually. Oh, and try to have fun, will ya?”

“No, wait!”

The call ended, and Flash begrudgingly pocketed his phone before he threw a punch to the wall beside him, scraping his knuckles in the process.

“Easy there.” Brawly insisted.

Thunder walked over to his blue haired friend and leaned against the wall. “Care to tell us what's happening?”

“Sunset gave out the location for Ringo and Micro Chips’ whereabouts.”

“Well, shit.” Thunder said. “Is that why she ran off? Geez, she could've just told us instead of carving the damn address on my car.”

“Just shut up, Thunder.” Brawly scolded before turning to Flash. “How did she find out?”

“Doesn't matter. What matters is we now know where to find them.”

He could already see the fear in their eyes, reverting them into little children forced to do something that was beyond them. Flash however, had given them enough hope. Had he faltered before, they would have abandoned him. But they remained beside him.

“We're going to a place called Ghoulash.”

With Flash on the lead, the boys went further into the dark path, all witnessed briefly by Sunset who watched with attentiveness from the rooftops, crouching like a predator in the night, until they were out of her sight.

“The air up here still surprisingly smells like old men's underwear.” Sunset humored.

The muffled sound of desperate screams was the only response she could hear. Not that she had a complaint. Sunset was fine with it.

Until Azure's voice intervened.

“So this is where you’re at now? Stirring up anger and fear into the outlaws’ hearts?”

Sunset turned around, a cocky grin on her face. “Yep. That's the plan. Watcha think, girlfriend?”

Azure pursed her lip in mild disagreement. “Honestly, I think it's bonkers.” She said, crossing her arms.

Sunset just laughed at the girl's statement. There was a brief pause between the two of them, and only a woman tied in a chair and with a bag over her head broke the potential silence with her persistent moaning muffled by the tape over her mouth.

“It’s… it’s a lot to take in.” Azure breathed as she leaned against a giant water tank. She pointed at the tied woman's direction. “The Sunset I know wouldn't go on a rampage and start killing gang leaders like it's a hobby.”

“I got tired of the old routine, that's all.” Sunset said, offering a casual grin.

“You’re smiling” Azure commented with an ironic smile. “Meanwhile, you have an angry mob looking for you, and I guarantee you my dad is gonna cut me after this.”

“Nah, can't cut you if you cut him first, hon.” Sunset suggested with a cheeky grin. “Your daddy's a fucking pig. You really should've ended him when you got the chance.”

Azure frowned, chewing on her cheek. “Uh-huh. Sure. Whatever.”

Sunset just smiled before walking over to the woman tied to a chair and pulled up the bag from her head. “Isn't that right, Madam Sugarfly?” She cooed at the woman.

Fear seeped out of the woman in the form of cold sweat, her eyes widened in terror, and great confusion as Sunset stared down at her with a wide grin. Of course, nothing but inaudible screams and moans came from her.

“Aw, man.” Sunset giggled at the sight of the woman's trembling. “Not looking very pretty now in this position, aren't you?”

Azure scoffed, gently pushing Sunset away from Madam Sugarfly. “You’re seriously going to entertain her.”

“Come on. The hag doesn't have enough left. I'll make this all worthwhile for her.” Sunset protested, before slapping Madam Sugarfly's cheek red. “Look at her, Az. Pathetic. What would her rivals and lap dogs think?”

“Pitiful that she got knocked down by a crazy bitch?”

“First try, baby. Didn't even break a sweat.” Sunset slapped the woman harder, fueled by the sound of her desperate moaning and screaming. She slapped her again and again until she saw tears dripping down her swollen cheeks.

Sunset hunched down to take a breath, meeting her eye to eye. “They’ll see you in just a minute.”

With a simple nod from Sunset, Azure began tying the rope around the leg of the giant water tank and hooked the other end to the knot that bound Madam Sugarfly.

After the task was finished, Sunset went down on her knees, picked out a pill from her pocket and raised it near the woman's face.

“You always carried one of these.” Sunset said. The woman lashed out in her binds and her desperate cries grew louder.

Out of irritation, Sunset beckoned Azure to do something. Azure complied reluctantly by grabbing the woman's hair and punching her in the nose.

Once her screaming subsided, Sunset continued to wave the pill in front of her face like a treat. “I believe it's time for you to get a taste of your own medicine, Madam Sugarfly.”

She took a moment to look right into the woman's eyes. Witnessing the fear inside them brought sadistic content in her. The woman was begging to be spared, but Sunset would not abide to such request.

The little demon pounced on the woman's lap and used his sharpened tail to cut her knee. The woman squirmed at the pain, baffled as to how it happened. Sunset then put a palm on the cut, letting the blood wash over her hand.

After that, Sunset ripped off the tape from the woman's face and jabbed the pill straight into her mouth before closing her jaw shut. Shortly after, Sunset took a step back.

As she watched the aftermath in fascination, Azure looked away in attempt to not see Miss Sugarfly trembling violently while foaming in the mouth. Sunset however, along with the Devil, laughed loudly in entertainment.

Sunset dragged the chair into the edge of the roof, cackling like a maniac as she did, then finally threw Miss Sugarfly straight off the edge until the rope stopped her from crashing to the ground, breaking her neck with a loud crack that echoed throughout the alleyways.

Sunset let her eyes linger on her work a little longer, her smile stretched ear to ear, laced with pride.

On her right was Azure, who joined her as they began watching another crowd forming down below. They leaned back before anyone could spot them.

The two ran and jumped from one rooftop to another. After a minute of sprinting, they stopped and gasped for air.

“No more nagging aunt to sell you out to your daddy, huh?” Sunset smirked.

Azure rolled her eyes at her.

“Heh. You're welcome, girlfriend.”

“What made you go through this?” Azure asked, avoiding eye contact.

“I don’t know.” Sunset shrugged, slumping on top of a crate. “One day, I asked myself, ‘why not just fuck shit up, right?’” She let out a shaky laugh for a bit before continuing.

“I stared right into the Devil's face, and you know what? It was the most thrilling fucking thing I have ever experienced. To look right into the abyss, and not be afraid while you run straight towards it.”

Definitely drugs, Azure confirmed to herself.

The silence between them extended, Azure chewed on her gum, while Sunset blissfully listened to the commotion beneath them. Flamepuff emerged from the shadowy folds of her leather jacket and hovered in front of her face with a cheeky expression.

What?

“I have a feeling that a lot of blood will be shed tonight.” Flamepuff said, eyes arching in excitement.

Cool.

“I'm just glad that Flash is finally deciding to have some fun.” Flamepuff giggled.

Hmm. I don't know. Flash is stubborn.

“I don't think so, bacon strip. A broken man can never go back. I make sure of it.” The little demon's slobber oozed down to the redhead's thighs.

What did you do exactly?

“Everybody has demons. It only takes a little ‘persuasion’ to bring the nasty out of people. I know that because it’s already happening.”

W-wait a minute. Yo–

“Relax, bacon strip.” Flamepuff reached out and caresses the girl's face with his tail. “Let him be for now. While we wait and watch as chaos unfolds itself before us.”

Sunset turned her eyes into the scenery down below. As if it was a blank canvas, she envisioned the desired subjects for the piece, and painted it with the Devil's favorite colors. Soon enough, she could hear the sounds of screams and laughter, somewhat of a music to her ears even though it was yet to be realized.

It was odd, but Sunset almost found the thought quite relaxing.

“I don’t know if someone told you this yet,” Azure's voice rang into Sunset's ears. “But this is a big time trouble you're trying to create.”

Sunset turned around to face Azure with a glistening malice in her eyes.

“Ha ha, no. This is just child's play. You just wait and see.”

Azure could only wonder what happened to Sunset to be acting such way. All she knew was there was absolutely no way she would interfere with whatever was going on in her mind.

“Oh! Before I forget,” Sunset dug her hand inside her jacket and fished out a gun. She offered it to Azure with her usual cheeky grin, though there was something else in her entirely. “As I said, tonight is a party. And it would be rude to not give you a proper invitation.”

Azure eyed her, skeptical yet intrigued. “What do you want me to do?”

Sunset's grin only grew wider and her eyes darker. “Whatever you want, girlfriend. Happy hunting.”

Author's Notes:

Further down the rabbit hole, folks!

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