Gathered around the coffeetable in the sitting room, the lads were engaging in banter while they threw their cards around, shouting and hollering with each person who had to forfeit their game. None of them wanted to leave, as they were having so much fun, so the knocking at the door went on for an unnecessarily long time. It was only until one of them got annoyed that they sent someone to go take care of it, peeking at his cards once he was out of the room.

Scratching the back of his head, he walking to the front of the house and peeked through the peephole, seeing two men in nice-looking but reasonably-priced suits. When he opened the door, they both smiled. Somehow, the pair made him feel uneasy.

"Hello, good sir." Greeted the blonde. "Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal saviour?"

"What?" asked the werewolf, arching his brow in confusion. He didn't get to say another word as a blade was shoved underneath his jaw and stabbed through his brain. With a gurgling sound, he was casually tossed to the side as the two men entered the house.

"Some people just don't understand quality humour." The menace lamented, reaching into his jacket and pulling out his guns. "Comedy is an art, you know."

"There will be plenty of other opportunities for laughs in a moment." Ciel said, stepping over the first body. His associate moved down the hallway and aimed his gun into the living room just as another wolfman was walking in the direction of the voices.

"Boo." Alois taunted, pulling the trigger and startling the other pack members in the room.

People were standing up from their seats in total alarm, wide-eyed as the two assassins entered the room and gunned them down. Some had the sense of mind to try and run away, while others were frozen. That said, it didn't really matter either way. The demons still had them as more stupidly walked toward the commotion from other parts of the house. Some carried knives, but bringing a knife to a sword and gunfight has never done anyone any good.

Occasionally, they would come across a deserter, recognizing the orange band on them. Whenever they encountered such persons, they let them leave, telling them which route out of the house was the least dangerous, as they had just cleaned that section of the house. Their instructions were to exit with their hands up, keeping their orange bands in sight, as there were operatives waiting outside for anyone who escaped. Even though they were scared, there were no casualties for the deserters during the sweep. The teenagers in the group were permitted to leave as well, only they were immediately brought into custody once they made it out of the house.

The cleanup crew was going to have a lot of work to do once this was over. Bodies were scattered on the floor and blood stained the carpet while splattering the walls in places. Everything was running smoothly, as the operation was simple, but there was one problem. They hadn't found Kessler yet.

According to Caulfield, the "Alpha-Female", Kessler was hiding somewhere in the house. She suggested the basement and the attic before she herself escaped outside. It was a kind gesture, although unnecessary. The duo could sense one more living person in the house, and just as she said, it was coming from the ceiling. Nodding to one another, the demons went to work retrieving him.

Alois put his guns back in their holsters before weaving his fingers together and bending his knees slightly. He cradled his partner's foot in his hands, giving the other man a boost as Ciel cocked his arm back, thrusting it through the ceiling and into the attic. The blonde took a few steps back as his beau grabbed the ankle of his target, bringing Kesller down to their level. Wood, insulation, plaster, and dust fell with the wolfman's body with a loud crash, forcing a guttural grunt in pain from the beast.

Whistling a flat note, the menace looked down at the man before looking to the Watchdog. "Good thing they called us, huh?" he asked. "This place was in desperate need of exterminators. There's even animals in the ceiling!"

"Indeed, but this is no ordinary vermin." Replied his accomplice while Kessler rolled over and sat up in order to look at them. "This appears to be their king."

"Disgusting." Tsked Alois while shaking his head.

"Who're you?!" demanded the wolfman. "What do you want?!"

"Oh, it's not what we want." Began the blonde. "It's about what society needs. Then again, I do get kind of a kick out of wiping filth like you from the earth."

"You killed them!" accused Kessler, pointing a shaking finger while licking his lips nervously. "You killed my boys! And the girls!"

"No, the girls didn't want anything to do with this… what would you call it?" Alois asked, looking over to his partner.

"Self-serving, misogynistic, male-supremacist fantasy cult." Ciel chimed in.

"Ah, yes. That." Alois nodded before looking back to their target. "Anyway, we let the girls go, and took the younger members into custody. As for the others… well… yeah, they're pretty dead."

"What the fuck?!" demanded Kessler, scooting backward. "Get away from me!"

"Oh, but here's the thing: we can't." spoke the Watchdog as he and his partner closed in. "You see, we have order to exterminate you, so we really can't let you go. Moreover, we get a bit of a kick out of killing monsters like you."

"M-monster?! You're the monsters! You killed my men!"

"But we didn't start a cult just to fulfill some sad, depraved, power fantasy and sexually enslave women." Ciel said, holding up his blade. The tip of the weapon kissed the wolfman's nose as Kessler's eyes crossed in order to watch it. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and he was sweating buckets now. His heart rattled against his ribcage as his mind raced for a way out, but these were better hunters than he. Before them, he was nothing but game.

"I don't think we should do it quickly." Said Alois, his eyes darting to his spouse for a second. "He needs to pay for what he's done."

"Indeed. We'll do it slowly." Agreed Ciel, but then, the beast that they had caught tried to escape once again, getting up and bolting for the door. In a flash, the menace whipped out one of his pistols and fired twice, hitting the game in the backs of his knees.

"Nice shooting." Complimented the Watchdog.

"I aim to impress." Jested the Lion, putting his gun away as Kessler writhed on the floor while attempting to clutch at his legs. He could not bend them, as it hurt to do so. The wounds sizzled and festered despite the fact that the bullet had sliced through the flesh and shattered its way past bone. "The real question is: how do we kill him?"

"I'm not sure." Ciel replied. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Hmm…" hummed the menace as he crouched down to the beast's level. "He's not in his wolf form, so not much of a pelt…"

"You're right. He won't make a very good coat as he is now."

As the pair conversed, Kessler grew more and more afraid with each suggestion. He shook violently and could no longer scream. Whimpers escaped him from grit teeth. Drool seeped from his mouth and tears streamed down his face as the horrific fact that he was going to die horribly sunk in. Kessler knew that he shouldn't have done what he did, so there was no ignorance on his part—only arrogance, narcissism, and entitlement. His spirit broke as that truth collided with him—that he wasn't "too smart" to not be caught; that he wasn't owed anything at all. Kessler knew that he had been bested. The casual manner in which the men who stood over him spoke about torturing him chilled him, and further cemented his body to the floor. There was no escape.

"He's big on the idea that people are things, right?" questioned the menace. "Maybe we should label him accordingly. See how it makes him feel."

"What do you propose?" asked the bluenette, arching an eyebrow.

"Right here." Alois stated, tapping his fingers to Kessler's forehead. "A scarlet letter."

"An 'A' for 'adultery'?"

"No. An 'R'." corrected the blonde. "Do you want to do it or should I?"

"I wouldn't want to impose on your idea."

"How polite."

"What do you want to do?"

"Does it matter? You're better with the sword, though. More precise."

"Very well." Answered the Watchdog, waiting for his spouse to move out of the way before he pointed his blade. "We'll mark him so the world knows what he has done. Are you sure only one will do?"

"Maybe not." Said the Lion. "Maybe a few more…"

"A lot?"

"A lot."

"Sounds reasonable." Ciel replied. "And then we kill him."

"Yes."

One could only imagine the surprise that the cleaning crew came across while collecting the bodies from the sweep upon coming across the very last one—the one they needed to make sure was definitely accounted for. The body was covered in the letter "R" carved into the flesh with bullet holes in completely unnecessary locations. They obviously weren't intended to be fatal blows. The freshest wound was the one that killed Kessler, prompting the demons to finally leave. This act of cruelty needed an explanation from the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. agents, as their orders were simply to exterminate. According to the demons, he needed "punishment" in order to learn that "people are not things."