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[color=white]"Trust is for those who have something to lose."[/color][/center]
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[color=gray]The stay in Hell was... odd. It seemed normal, and yet the occupants of what looked to be a normal city were beyond normal. Horned individuals... fleshy, obscene looking dogs with maws filled with serrated teeth... even some praying mantis lookalike creatures that stalked the alleys, ready to pick off any demons that came too close... 

But they all bled the same. 

The Assassin tore through them. Each specie It could find fell beneath its blade. Each had its own weakness, and the Assassin found each and every one of them. The praying mantis, for example, had a vulnerable abdomen. One cut, and its guts spilled out, leaving it open to basically any follow-up attack. It also found out that it had hard-to-cut chitin on its neck and chest, which almost surprised the Assassin. 

Almost. 

The Assassin cut a swathe through Hell, but all with intent. With every kill, it marked down new information it may have gathered from the encounter, as well as multiple blood samples, parts of tissue, and whatever looked of interest on the dead demon's body. Each different type of demon, along with the respective blood and tissue sample, was listed under a different entry in It's suits' bestiary. For almost two days, the Assassin studied the demons very closely. Making notes about whether or not they could feel pain, emotion, or even speak. Most of them could, so at least 70% were sapient, though all of them seemed sentient. In the two days the Assassin was active in Hell, already there were rumours being spread about a terror among terrors... almost on the tier of Doom Guy... almost. Soon, the demons started travelling in groups, some even foregoing age old feuds to band together for safety, though that didn't matter in the long run. Numbers didn't matter with the Assassin. It killed what It wanted, for the reasons It wanted... The women and the children too... 

And then as quick as it had started, the Assassin was back on the train. The individuals it had come with all there as well, save one, as well as a new face, which the Assassin assumed was the missing one, but with a makeover. It remained silent throughout the ride, but it didn't bother to cloak. They had already seen it, cloaking again would drain much-needed energy reserves. Again, as quick as they arrived, the train came to a stop in an alley with an... almost odd looking girl in it. The Assassin had seen too much to call her odd, but she wasn't human, at the very least. It was about to leave without another word, before the blonde girl exclaimed and writhed in pain. At first it didn't pay much attention, but then it said something that... caught It's interest.[/color]

[i][b][color=ed1c24]"I should introduce myself, my name is Ver'Tiel, your friend here is quite the specimen."[/color][/b][/i]

[color=gray]The Assassin barely reacted, it just simply tilted Its head in amusement, watching even as she turned into something else. Again, unfazed by the transformation. The blades slowly came out, as It turned It's head towards Shina, the person who seemed closest to the former girl.[/color]

[color=white]"Pay me and I will make it suitable for exorcism."[/color][color=gray] It asked bluntly, not willing to make a move until It got the okay from Shina, as well as assurance that there will be money involved.[/color]