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A few weeks have passed since Damian and Irene met Kuroka, with her joining them on their search for Erza and also becoming the first member of Damian's Peerage by becoming his Bishop. Damian hoped there was more potential members out there to join, though he did have one potential member of the Queen Piece but she had said no.

Right now, the trio were arriving in a small town somewhere near the Canadian border. To be perfectly honest, the town looked liked it could be called the slums from the way it looked.

"Boy, this place sure looks like shit." Kuroka remarked, glancing around and spotting a homeless person sleeping on the floor. "You'd tink people would try to do something about it."

"That's humans for you." Irene said, spotting two children who were thin and looked barely fed running around which made her shake her head sympathetically. "The Government gains a lot of money but cannot help those that live out on the streets. Besides, from what I hear, these people managed to make do with what they've got and it's never failed them this far."

"Right..." Damian turned to the two ladies with him, a serious look on his face. This journey has been making his demeanour much more serious. The longer it takes for them to find Erza, the more the slavers could do harm to her. If Damian needed to get lethal and brutal to get information, then so be it. "Split up and ask the locals about any groups of slavers that passed through here. We'll find more information that way rather than sticking together."

"Got it." Irene nodded and the trio split off.

The three of them made their way to various areas within the town, doing their best to pose as humble travelers that simply wished to understand the goings-on around here.

Most didn't wish to get involved in whatever they thought Damian, Irene and Kuroka (who was disguised as best she could be, with a cloak over her open kimono, her cat-ears and tails hid and her hair fully down rather than up in loops like it usually was) were trying to get involved with, but some were willing to bite the verbal bait that the group were casting out.

"You're best heading to Seventh Heaven if you want to get info about stuff like that."

"Seventh Heaven's the best place to go. People talk a lot in there."

"Try Seventh Heaven, get someone sauced-up and they'll start talking. The bartender there's hot as fuck, too."

As Damian made his way to the titular Seventh Heaven (which wasn't too hard to find, it stood out as the tallest and largest among the other buildings in the area), he found Irene already there, standing outside, and Kuroka making her way there from down a different street.

"You two got the same responses?" Damian asked knowingly.

"Directed to Seventh Heaven, yep." Kuroka said while Irene merely nodded.

The trio walked up the steps and entered the bar, finding it with a decent amount of customers who immediately halted their conversations and looked up at the arrival of the three newcomers. Damian immediately noticed how most of the men (and even some women) stared at Irene and Kuroka due to their attractive looks, even when Kuroka wore a cloak over her usual attire and Irene was dressed in casual clothing this time.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." Damian remarked sassily at the other patrons who immediately got back to what they were doing. Damian shook his head as he walked towards the bar where... there was no bartender.

"The bartender out?" Kuroka asked as she sat down and tapped her finger on the wood.

Damian hummed before he saw one of those bells usually used to alert a reception to the arrival of a new customer. So, without further ado, he tapped the bell and it rang throughout the bar.

"Coming!" A female voice shouted before a woman came through from the back. And boy, what a woman she was!

She had dark hair, such a dark shade of brown that you would be forgiven for mistaking it as black, which fell all the way down her back and was tied at the tips to form a dolphin-tail split.

She wore a sleeveless white top that exposed her midriff (Damian swore that he could faintly see a six-pack down there, when his eyes made their inevitable trip downwards) along with a black miniskirt with belt and suspenders. She donned red and black gloves that extended to her elbows, and before she made her way behind the bar, Damian noticed a pair of red boots and black socks on her feet.

She quickly scanned everyone in the bar who had drinks and/or meals, before her eyes rested on Damian, Kuroka and Irene, and she made her way over.

"Hi." She spoke, by way of greeting. "What can I get you?"

"Sorry, we're not here for a drink of anything like that, we're here for information." Damian said as he sat down next to Kuroka, Irene sitting in the stool on his other side so that Damian had both women on either side of him.

The girl tilted her head. "Well, a lot of things happen here and information reaches us quite frequently, so what is it you're needing to know?"

"Did a group of slavers pass trough here recently?" Damian asked seriously. "You see, we're looking for a group of them that made off with my redheaded friend's kid, she has to be about my age, has red hair like her Mom here, and brown eyes. So, what do you know?"

The girl's eyes widened slightly, and what looked like slight anxiety entered them as she quickly scanned the bar again. The sight in front of her seemed to satisfy her as she leant forward, lowering her voice so only Damian, Irene and Kuroka could hear.

"Come back at closing-time." She half-spoke half-whispered. "I'll be waiting outside. We can talk then... you sure you don't want anything else?"

"Some fish would be nice." Kuroka spoke up, immediately. "If you've got any."

"Sure." The girl nodded, pulling back. "One sec."

She left, heading into the back from whence she came, leaving Damian, Irene and Kuroka alone.

"She knows something." Damian remarked, which Irene and Kuroka immediately nodded at, having thought much the same.

"Question is... what?" Kuroka asked, looking at her King.

"It better be useful information." Irene said with a firm, angry tone. She was reaching her end for how long it was taking them to find Erza. At this point, she was very much considering tearing apart everything and everyone in her path to find Erza herself.

"Well, we won't find out until after this place shuts. So for now, let's look around." Damian said as he stood and left with the ladies, while still getting looks from the other customers.

"Keep looking boys and girls, you ain't getting these asses." Kuroka said out loud as she delivered a smack to her and Irene's backsides, causing the redheaded woman to jump a little in surprise.

"Seriously?!" She growled at the Nekomata who winked at her.

"Don't tell me you don't want a certain somebody staring at your ass." She whispered quietly so only Irene could hear, her eyes flickering to Damian who was walking ahead of them. Irene said nothing and just stormed on ahead while Kuroka giggled and followed...

But not after getting her fish from the bartender to go.


Later, when it was darker and when Seventh Heaven was supposedly at closing-time, the duo of Devils plus one Dragon made their way back there, having spent the rest of their day continuing to go around the town and try and find whatever information they could, and having got... jack-shit.

"Whatever this woman's got, I swear to God, if it isn't worth it..." Irene growled, her fist unclenching and reclenching underneath the cloak she was wearing.

Damian let out a light sigh as he led Irene and Kuroka to the bar, the lights within flicking off as they got there. When they got closer, the bartender from before stepped out, shutting and locking the door behind her. She was in the same outfit as what Damian had seen her in before, but there was a metal guard around her left forearm that wasn't there before.

"Okay, we're here." Damian said, causing the girl to gasp and jump in surprise as she whirled around.

"Jesus!" She exclaimed.

"Not quite." Damian smirked. Oh, how he loved those jokes when someone would say the name of God's son. Maybe it was his arrogant nature as a Devil, but he sure loved coming off as THE Devil to some.

"You guys trained by batman or something?" The girl asked as she made sure the door was locked and secured before turning to face them. "Right, so, my name's Tifa. Tifa Lockhart."

"Damian Mammon. This is Irene Belserion and Kuroka." Damian said, gesturing to each as he said the names. "Now, what is it you have to tell us about what we want to know?"

"Well, there's a group of slavers, or rather a group of groups," Tifa began "that operate in and out of the slums here. I wanted to check if anyone associated with them came to Seventh Heaven today... and no-one did."

"Right." Irene replied. "Go on."

"Last time some of them came in here, they were talking about their most recent... batch." Tifa continued, an expression of disgust on her face. "Which included a girl that matches the description you gave earlier." She inclined her head to Damian, who looked at Irene, whose expression lit up for what seemed like the first time in months.

"Where are they?" Irene asked, taking a step closer to Tifa, who gave off a half-smile.

"I was just getting to that." She replied. "I'm planning on heading to where they're holed up, doing a bit of investigating... maybe a bit of punching. I'm guessing you want in?"

"Fucking right, we want in." Damian replied, grinning and cracking his knuckles. "Lead the way."

Tifa nodded and walked on first with the group following her. Irene was anxious, hopeful, and who could blame her? She was close to finding her daughter after months since her kidnapping. She didn't know what she'd be doing right now if she hadn't met Damian and he helped her in her search, providing reasonable reasons for them asking the locals of the towns they go to, and there was also Raven's help as well.

'Damian sure knows not to quit no matter what.' Irene thought, glancing at the young Devil and she couldn't help but appreciate his developing handsome features and even blushed a little. 'He is quite handsome for a thirteen year old.'

Irene shoved those thoughts from her mind as she tore her eyes away from Damian, away from Kuroka- who was flopping and frollicking around her King like... well, a cat, past Tifa in front of the lot of them, and just straight ahead.

Damian was looking ahead as well, though he couldn't help but allow his eyes to flick downwards every now and then, at Tifa's behind beneath that skirt she was wearing. How did she not end up flashing the goods every time she moved those legs of hers?

The four of them continued in silence, as the city got darker and darker around them. Not that Damian or Kuroka, or even Irene, found that to be much of an issue, thanks to the Devils' innate night-vision and Irene's... just enhanced sight in general.

"How long until we get there?" Irene asked, breaking the silence.

"Not long. The place isn't far." Tifa said before she looked at the three of them. "You three are an odd bunch though."

"How so?" Damian asked curiously.

"Well, you're a thirteen year old surrounded by two older women." Tifa said before smirking. "There something else going on here?"

Kuroka, ever one for the oppertunity to tease Damian and Irene, wrapped an arm around Tifa's shoulders. "Oh yes. Every night we engage in hot, passionate sex! Damian takes me and Irene in ways that I'm sure are illegal in some counties and-"

"Kuroka! Shut up!" Damian snapped with a huge blush, one that Tifa shared as Kuroka was very blunt. "We don't do that! Stop trying to tease me, woman!"

"I was teasing you and her!" Kuroka said, gesturing to Irene, till grinning like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. God (Ouch), she loved that movie. The cat was her favourite, for obvious reasons.

Tifa chuckled. "You three seem like a fun bunch."

Damian just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Women. Why did they have to be so... so... complicated?

Thoughts about women and how complicated they were eventually left Damian's mind as he, Kuroka, Irene and Tifa made their way towards what looked like a nightclub, in a more affluent area of the city than anywhere close to where Seventh Heaven was. Even from where the four of them were, they could hear pounding music and people having a good time.

"That's where the slavers meet." Tifa explained, as the four of them stopped for a couple of minutes. "But their business is usually conducted underneath the club. There's an underground entrance round the back, but it'll be guarded if anything's going on."

"Well, whether or not there are guards milling around this entrance, whether or not things are going on tonight," Damian replied. "Might still be worth looking around."

"Mmhmm." Tifa nodded. "But, well, let's just see if there are guards there first. We'll get to poking around when we get to it."

Damian nodded and they made their way towards the building, spotting a bouncer was at the front entrance to the club and obviously ensuring people were on the list and free to enter. However, that wasn't the way they would be entering. The group of four walked around, staying hidden with the trees and using the shadows to hide them as they came around the building and found the back entrance, which had a few guards patrolling.

"Yep, looks like we have some idiots to take care of before we can make our way inside." Damian said as he summoned Judgment across his back and reached to unsheathe it when Tifa put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ah." She smirked at him. "Let me deal with this. It requires a... woman's touch."

Confused, but curious, Damian nodded and Tifa left her position and started walking towards the guards. Irene took her spot next to Damian, frowning but also curious herself.

"What are you thinking?" She said to the Devil.

"I'm thinking... let's see what she can do." Damian said, watching with great interest as Tifa put a sway in her hips as soon as the guards noticed her and she made sure to walk in quite a sexy manner, like she was offering herself to the guards.

"Hey boys." Tifa purred as she caressed one's cheek.

"You lost, sexy girl?" One of them asked as he put a hand on her hip.

"I'm afraid I am. " Tifa said with a cute pout as she pressed herself against him. "Would you boys be willing to 'help' me? I'll make it worth your while~"

Damian strained his ears to try and hear what was being said between Tifa and the bouncers, though with the general din of the city all around them, it was kind of hard for him to make it all out.

Though it only took a minute of their conversation for Damian to realise from sight alone that things weren't progressing totally as Tifa thought they would. One of the bouncers took a swing at her head with a fist, but Tifa dodged it, which Damian took as his cue to draw Judgement and dash forward to help out.

'Surprised that didn't work.' Damian thought, as he arrived at where the guard was at and sliced his hand off before he could take another swing at Tifa. 'Though this is definitely the less boring solution.'

"Seduction plan didn't work, I take it?" Damian asked Tifa while casually stabbing a guard through the chest.

"Guys wouldn't know a woman coming onto them even if she stripped and flashed her tits at them!" Tifa growled. Okay, so her plan was to use her good looks to make the guards lower their... well, guard, and then kick the crap out of them before she and the group would move on inside without too much hassle. Clearly that was not an option because one of these guys caught onto her plan.

Or he didn't know what a woman flirting was like.

One of the bouncers, a heavily muscled man that made Bane from Batman look like a rival in terms of muscles, ran up behind Damian and the Devil whirled around to kill him when he was blasted to the side by Irene who joined the fight with Kuroka at her side.

"Good, some wastes of space to kill." Irene said as she twirled her staff around before slamming it into the ground which sent a surge of power and incinerated some of the guards.

"Maybe they were just ace." Kuroka remarked, spinning around as she charged up chi energy in one hand before letting it loose at one of the guards. "Or gay."

The Neko's theatrics cost her, however, when she didn't see the other guard approaching her from behind and delivering a heavy kick to her back that almost sent her sprawling. "Oww..."

"Your fault." Irene remarked, blasting a hole in the stomach of the guard that kicked Kuroka. "Shouldn't be spinning around like an idiot when you fight!"

"Or a stripper!" Damian added, as the door flew open and several more bouncers came pouring out.

"How many of these guys are there?!"

"They are clearly hearing the noise and rushing out to investigate it!" Tifa said, punching one so hard he went off his feet and collided with a group of bouncers who fell like bowling pins.

"I don't have time for this shit." Irene growled before she aimed her staff and fired a massive beam of energy which struck the bouncers and turned them into nothing, only ashes remained and they scattered due to the wind. Irene then whirled around and did the same to any remaining guard that was nearby while Damian, Tifa and Kuroka finished off any more remaining guards not hit by Irene's beams.

"Damn, that us one scary and mean lady." Tifa noted as she watched Irene.

"Yeah, you get used to it." Damian nodded in agreement.

Tifa then looked at him. "So, you guys are supernatural creatures?"

Damian paused and looked at her. "You're aware of our world?"

"Had a few run-ins with some Devils a while back, took to researching and learned that Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels, all of that exist." Tifa nodded. "So, what are you guys?"

"I'm a Devil, Kuroka's a Nekomata/reincarnated Devil and is my Bishop, I'll explain that to you after this, and Irene is a Dragon. When we're out of this, we'll explain more to you back at Seventh Heaven, a very ironic name for a bar since I'm a Devil and the humans think there's Nine Circles of Hell." Damian explained before he flicked the blood off hiss word and sheathed it across his back, making is way towards the back entrance. "Now, girls, shall we attend a party?"

His remark was met with uncomfortable silence from Tifa, Kuroka and Irene, who just stared at him blankly.

"Get it?" Damian asked. "Because nightclub, party, uh..."

"We got it." Irene replied, before striding through the open door.

"It wasn't funny." Kuroka added, following Irene in.

"Do better." Tifa finished, following Kuroka in. Damian shrugged, sighed, and brought up the rear, shutting the door behind him.

"Can't win them all, I suppose." He muttered to himself, as he followed Tifa.


At the doors leading into the club where everyone was partying, two guards stood there with concealed pistols on them as their eyes scanned around for anything that looked out of the ordinary. Suddenly, the doors were kicked open with enough force to send the two guards head-first into the railing, which caused their necks to bend weirdly and kill them at the same time.

"Couldn't have gone in more quietly?" Irene asked with a little annoyance at Damian as the Devil walked in like he owned the joint.

"What?!" Damian shouted over the music. "I'm afraid I can't hear you!"

"Smartass." Irene remarked but her lips twitched into a small smile.

"So what's the plan?!" Kuroka shouted over the music.

"Find the entrance to the underground area where the slavers do their business!" Tifa said. "And do NOT make a mess in here until we're down there. That is innocent people that's down there, partying their night away!"

"Got it!" Damian replied, beginning to make his way through the club, continuing to scan for anything that could point them in the direction of anything relating to slavers.

And it took him all of two seconds of looking before he remembered just why he... wasn't the biggest fan of nightclubs, or anything close to them. So many people- CLOTHED people- crammed together and bumping into everyone else, bright lights flying around everywhere while piercing his eyes, and music SO FUCKING LOUD HE COULD BARELY HEAR HIMSELF THINK... but he was willing to grin and bear it if it meant he could move himself in the general direction of his ultimate goal.

Metaphorically move himself, of course.

He stopped as two girls dressed in clothes that... well, they might as not be wearing anything with how short those dresses were, passed him with seductive grins on their faces and he grinned back before shaking his head. He had to focus on the reason he was here, not his damn libido.

'How long has it been since I last had sex anyway? Oh yeah, the day I left the Underworld, Esdeath made sure I fucked her hard. Damn, it's been four months already. Four months... and my libido is being a dick now.' Damian thought, trying to ignore his desire for the opposite sex. He'd need to find a way to control that or else he'll take any attractive woman he spots to bed to satisfy his lust.

Oh well, being a Devil of Lust is better than having a sin like Sloth be a Devil's main indulgence.

'Like I'd ever become one of those lazy fucking wastes of Devil flesh.' Damian thought a little darkly before he spotted a man and his date enter a lift which then shut... revealing a part of the bar.

"Clever. Hidden elevator at the bar. Obviously has to be the way down into the underground area." Damian muttered to himself before looking to see if he can spot Tifa, Kuroka and Irene but couldn't spot them. Shrugging, he decided that he might as well do this himself and walked towards the bar where the bartender, a rather pretty lady in her late teens, wearing that type of outfit that comes off as the 'sexy bartender'.

'Hmm, time to put the goods looks to good use.' Damian thought with a smirk.

Damian walked over to the bar and leaned an arm on it while smoothly sitting his ass down on the stool and smiling charmingly (and devilishly) at the girl. "Hello there~" He said with a dark purr as the girl blushed, Damian able to hear her breathing pick up a little.

"H-Hi." The girl said with a small smile.

"Now, what's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this?" Damian asked, tilting his head curiously.

"Just... just trying to earn some money, earn a decent living." The girl said as she focused her full attention on Damian, getting lost in his hazel eyes.

"A girl like you? Working in a place like this?" Damian leaned forward, placing is mouth next to the girl's ear and she shivered as she felt his breath brush against her ear. "You could be living a much better life... a luxurious life... get out of here and change your life rather than be seen as that sexy bartender every guy wants to bang if it means free drinks."

"Y-yeah." The girl nodded before gasping lightly as Damian kissed her neck and she soon passed out with a smile and a blush.

"Well... wasn't expecting that." Damian said before he walked around and entered the bar, glancing around and seeing nobody was watching him, too busy making conversation or practically dry-humping each other on the dance floor. Damian fiddled around before he pulled a bottle that turned out to be a switch, causing the hidden elevator to reveal itself. "Jackpot."

With a smirk, Damian entered and the doors soon closed.

Finally able to hear himself think once again, and now able to move without someone slamming against him every few seconds, Damian re-summoned Judgement as the elevator began to make its way down.

The Lucifer-Mammon Heir tapped his foot impatiently as the elevator made its slow way down, quite far underground, until it came to a sudden stop, and the doors opened.

Cracking his neck from side to side in preparation, Damian made his way out of the elevator, into a dimly-lit hallway that he began to make his way down.

"Hmm..." Damian sheathed his sword across his back as he walked down some steps. "Hello, bad guys! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

He got what he wanted when he had a gun being pointed in his face but he merely grinned in amusement and heard music playing in the background, which sounded suspiciously like "Lucifer" by SHINee.

"And who are you?" The one pointing a gun at him asked rudely as another thug walked up to join him.

"I'm Damian Mammon-Lucifer. But don't worry, I'm here alone, however I'm in a bit of a rush. Could you point me to the bigger gun, your boss?" Damian asked politely with his smirk widening a little.

"Get rid of him." The thug with the gun said to the other.

"Oh well, suppose this was going to end violently." Damian sighed.

(Play Lucifer by SHINee for this bit)

Grabbing thug #1, the one aiming a gun at Damian, by his wrist, the Devil spun around and pulled his arm down, breaking it. As he cried out in pain, Damian was able to take his gun and deliver a good punch to thug #2's face before pushing him into the wall, nonchalantly walking past him. A third thug came running towards Damian. He threw a left hook, which was sidestepped by the Devil. Then he tried to hit his stomach, but Damian dodged that one too and was able to grab him by the back of his neck, slamming his head into the wall, cracking his skull.

"Uh, guys?" Damian pulled up a comms-circle and called, as he caught one of the thug's legs as he tried to kick him, and thrust it upwards to send him spinning over and over before he faceplanted into the ground. "Got a situation downstairs!"

Growling, another thug pulled out what looked like a machete and advaned on Damian, who redrew Judgement in return and swung at him. His sword connected with the man's throat, casting an enormous gash in it and killing him instantly. The thug fell over, but in the narrow hallway, Damian's sword smacked against the wall, rattling him slightly and causing him to be struck in the chest by a bullet, fired by one of the next few thugs to come running. It didn't even penetrate Damian's chest, but it still stung like a bitch for a couple of seconds before the pain faded.

'Meh, oh well.' Damian thought, sheathing Judgement and pressing onwards, switching out sword for good old-fashioned demonically-enhanced fisticuffs.

As Damian walked, he heard the footsteps of a fourth Priest, a woman this time, approaching. She had two knives in her hands as the Devil approached. He whirled around and chopped another in the neck, causing him to clutch it before Damian grabbed him and pulled him in front as the woman tried to stab him, only to stab the male thug instead.

Grabbing the woman's arms, he forced them back and made her stab herself with her own knives into the neck, causing her to drop dead as blood gushed out her two wounds. Continuing onwards, Damian frowned as several scantily-clad women ran by him, Hookers.

'Of course.' Damian thought with an eye-roll. Humans buying for pleasure.

Another thug came out of another door and aimed a gun at the Devil's head. Damian grabbed him by the wrist and held it in place as another thug came running at them. He took the shot that was meant for Damian. Following that, Damian twisted the thug's wrist that he was holding and pulled up, forcing the gun to aim up and the butt of the pistol to point towards his face. As Damian triggered the release mechanism, the magazine shot right out of the handle, hitting the guy's face. As he stumbled from the sudden hit, Damian delivered a hard kick to his stomach, sending him right through the aforementioned big glass window, which lead to another room, a rather large one.

Damian jumped through the window and landed on the floor, taking a look around. And what he saw brought a whole new level of disgust to his stomach.

Men and women alike, of all ages, including children, lined the walls. Chained restraints around wrists, ankles and necks alike, with big, burly men accompanying them, each one that Damian looked upon was bigger and burlier than the last.

A quick scan among the slaves in the room told Damian that Irene's daughter was not among them, but that didn't stop him from firing a bullet of Evil Light straight into the skull of the nearest slave-owner.

It was at that moment that Tifa jumped through the same window that Damian had jumped through earlier, and landed beside him.

"Damian, what did..." Tifa trailed off as she saw what Damian had just seen. "My God..."

"Please don't invoke that name, God's not here to save these wastes of human skin." Damian said with a dark, demonic growl as his eyes flashed a demonic red for a brief moment.

He then seemed to move in a flash. All the big and burly slave-drivers fell, seemingly at the same time, with grievous wounds to faces, necks, chests, arms, a couple of them had their eyes plucked out.

No sooner did the slave-drivers all hit the floor, with the chains around the slaves in question falling apart around them, did Damian appear back from when he'd started, his hands covered in blood.

Tifa started, when Damian reappeared, staring for a second before shaking her head.

"N-nice one." She remarked.

Damian said nothing, not even bothered by the fact his hands were covered in blood. He merely looked among the slaves as they were getting to their feet, some even hugging one another as they spoke in various languages, English among them. Damian looked around before he spotted an office and narrowed his eyes as he saw a silhouette of a man in the window.

Before Tifa could say anything, Damian had raised a hand and fired another bullet of Evil Light straight through the wall of the office at the stomach silhouette in question, sending him collapsing to the ground and squealing like a pig.

Damian and Tifa traded dark looks, leaving the slaves to help each other up before heading up to the office. Tifa adjusted her gloves, while Damian unsheathed Judgement.

The door was shut when they got to the office, but that was nothing a good kick couldn't accomplish. Damian entered like he owned the place and looked around before he spotted the one he shot who was clutching his stomach.

"God fucking dammit!" The slaver gritted his teeth before looking up when hearing footsteps only to see Damian walking towards him. "Now hold on, kid-AHHH!"

The slaver screamed as Damian stabbed Judgment into his ankle and twisted, causing more agonizing pain for the man as Damian got to a knee and just stared at the screaming slaver while Tifa stayed back, glancing around before seeing some papers and she walked over, finding that they were transfer papers, among other types of information.

"The fuck is the matter with you two?!" The slaver screamed out as he looked from Damian to Tifa. "You kids are so fucking mes-GAH!"

Damian twisted his sword to make the man shut up because of the pain. By this time, Kuroka and Irene arrived, having taken the elevator and followed the trail of bodies before hearing the slaver scream from the office, which is how they came to be here right now.

"I'll be asking the questions." Damian replied, his voice ice-cold. "And you'll answer fully and truthfully, or..." he pulled his sword out of the slaver's ankle, and pointed it at the man's crotch. "I'll cut them off."

"G-Got it!" The slaver nodded shakily, not wanting to have his most precious body part (in is mind) be cut off.

"We're looking for a girl, about my age, red hair, brown eyes, named Erza Scarlet." Damian said, his eyes narrowing as his town got dangerously low. "What do you know of her?"

"Think quickly, now..." Irene spoke, her voice dangerously quiet, as she entered the office, one hand on her staff, the other clenched into a fist. "Or I'll rip them off."

"Uh... uh..." the slaver spoke, trying to think clearly through the pain and fear, and very clearly having a hard time of it. "Erza, Erza, looks like you, uh..."

"Be quick about it now," Tifa, having grabbed some of the papers and tucked them into her shorts. She then walked over to the downed slaver, raising a threatening boot. "Or I'll smash them."

We had her!" The slaver quickly shouted, halting their actions. "We had her! We-We had a kid like the redhead here, same features and everything!"

"Had? Past tense." Damian said, growling demonically as he placed the tip of his sword at the slaver's neck. "Where is she now?"

"Romania!" The slaver yelled. "You'll see exactly where in those papers you picked up! Just please... please let me go!"

"Nah." Kuroka, once she finally stepped into the office, remarked, a VERY uncharacteristically dark look on her face. "You don't deserve it. Things like you don't-" she walked over to the slaver and stamped on his face, breaking his nose. "Deserve-" she raised her foot before stamping on his face again. "To-" Another stomp. "Fucking-" Another stomp. "Live!" She finished, stomping on his face for a final time, crushing it entirely and finally killing him.

"Damn..." Tifa said with wide eyes before shaking her head and pulled the papers out of her shorts, putting them on the table and looking through them until she found something. "Ah! Bingo!"

"What have you found?" Damian asked as he walked over with Irene and Kuroka.

"The bastard was telling the truth, Erza's been transferred to one of this slaver ring's business partners over in Romania." Tifa said sadly.

"Dammit!" Irene roared and punched a hole through the wall, creating a big hole in it from the force behind her punch. "Dammit! I'll kill them all! I'll kill every last fucking one of them! I'll-"

"Irene! Irene!" Damian turned the woman around and gripped her shoulders, despite being smaller than her. Irene fell to her knees, crying as everything caught up to her and she couldn't handle containing it all anymore. "Let it out. Just let it out..."

Irene did just that as she gripped him tightly, crying into his shoulder while Kuroka and Tifa watched on sadly, seeing a mother had reached her breaking point because of ow further her daughter was being taken away from her...


Yeah, not a good ending here. The quest to find Erza continues, and they learn she is in Romania which means... Vampires! Will Damian and his group have a run-in with the Carmilla and Tepes Factions? Maybe.

Harem: Rias Gremory, Akeno Himejima, Raynare, Kalawarner, Yubelluna, Xuelan, Karlamine, Tiamat, Yasaka, Kuroka, Gabriel, Grayfia Lucifuge, Serafall Leviathan, Venelana Gremory, Kiyome Abe, Seekvaira Agares, Esdeath (Akame Ga Kill).

Peerage:

King: Damian Mammon-Lucifer.

Queen: Unknown

Knight: Unknown

Knight: Unknown

Rook: Unknown

Rook: Unknown

Bishop: Unknown

Bishop: Unknown

Pawn: Unknown