In the back alleys of Chicago many of the homeless and poor come together to find shelter and companionship amongst one another. This is a home for the fallen, the unclean, here it is not a matter of being welcome or unwelcome, instead only the most pathetic and wretched products of society would dare venture into such a place. It is that which gives it's inhabitants a sense of security, that only their own kind would dare enter this place out of sheer dignity alone. It is a false sense and they know it, too often those who would be their betters come down to this damned place to prove their superiority in one form or another.

And this time was no different.

They had no idea that he wasn't one of their own. They never knew that was part of the pleasure for him, the shock and amazement as he emerged from his disguise, the hidden evil disguised as an innocent to draw out the most fear from their souls. He'd tricked them into moving in closer, pretending to have a weak voice due to some illness or another, illness itself being as common as air in this place. They leaned in, unaware of the hidden devil that almost trembled with excitement as he waited. Then he emerged and even in his emergence he brought death, grabbing those who had moved in closest to his grasp. He moved quickly, utilizing all the skill of a surgeon with the intent of an executioner. His prey, a people accustomed to scattering and fleeing in the path of danger fell like sheep under the deadly wave of his hands. One man believed that he actually had a chance as he scrambled for the main streets in hope of safety. His hope was cut short as he felt the devil grab him about the neck and pull him back into the darkness as he felt his air supply rapidly cut off. Just as his mind became starved for air he felt a second hand upon his head and then twisted quickly. Deep within the darkened alleys the evil laugh of the devil echoed as he arched his head back to the havens as if to mock them.

Just outside of the alleys the normal hustle and bustle of everyday life continued as dozens of cars passed by the various entryways to those same alleys where the slaughter took place. Their own world was soon shattered.

A simple couple driving along enjoying their day was soon struck unaware, when out of nowhere, the dead body of a homeless man was flung in front of their windshield. They spun out of control and collided into a fire hydrant. Fortunately the car safety mechanisms kept the two safe from all but the smallest of bruises and scratches. They breathed a sigh of relief as they praised their good fortune. Suddenly the passenger window was broken from the impact of a strong jab. A single hand quickly threw a small object into the car and vanished. The couple looked down to see a small four pointed throwing start land in between them. A tiny red light blinked in the center of it as a small beeping sound could be heard.

The devil walked away with a grin as the car exploded behind him, the fire creating an unholy glint in his dark maroon and silver armor. He ran a hand through his short dark unruly hair as his eyes, one a normal brown the other a cybernetic green surrounded by metal along the eyebrow and the nose, shimmered in their mad joy. looked down at his hands, which were now stained with human blood as a large grin formed upon his face.

At another part of the city a lone warrior walked the streets searching for his prey. Suddenly he looked up to see a large column of smoke rise up into the sky. He quickly ran towards it.

The devil stood amongst the now dead streets waiting for his enemy. His arrival was as inevitable as the tides, their battle eternal. He was not disappointed.

A red and blue armored figure emerged onto the street, a large metal shield rested upon his back. His face was covered by a large metal faceplate, which was coupled by a pair of dark tinted shades covering his eyes. Unlike the helmets of reploids no jewel containing the optical circuits rested upon the forehead of his helmet; instead a single metal band ran from the front to the back. He slowly walked over towards the devil.

"Hello Vires." Said the devil calmly.

"Talon. It seems you cannot cease with your madness." Replied the masked warrior.

"Can't help what I'm good at." Said the cyborg maverick with a smile.

"I cannot allow this to continue." Exclaimed Vires.

"You don't really think you can win do you?"

"Let's find out." Replied Vires.

"Oh a bold strong statement of defiance! I'm trembling in fear and reverence!" Said Talon as sarcastically as he could manage.

"Talon shut up!" And so it had begun.