"Ale. I have a question for ya."

Crimson sat in his office smoking and drinking with Alessio. They both look out the window as thick black snow falls onto the streets. Snow like this was rare in this part of hell and it was troubling to them.

"What is it, Crim?" Ale said quietly as he walked over to the cabinet's under the office desk to get some bourbon. It took out two shot glasses and began pouring.

"What do ya think about all this snow happening? It's weird. It hasn't snowed like this since we were boys." Crimson sighed as he took a sip of his drink.

" I were to guess, it's coming from Mammopolis. Mammon just opened a large factory down there" Alessio sat down in one of the empty chairs.

Crimson sat and put his feet up on his desk."Shit, another one? Is he trying to kill us?"

"Those robots are his biggest money makers. Maybe we should buy one."

"Nah. It's not worth the money. Plus, a lot of the imps under my employment wouldn't be too happy about bots seem too sentient. I don't want any equipment that's connected to the seven deadly sins." Crimson sighed then took a slow puff of his cigar. "Another factory isn't good,Ale. It ain't good at all." Crimson tapped his heels in frustration as he stared into Alessio's eyes.

"You're right,Boss. I'm just trying to figure out how to keep functioning after our last fuck up with Asmodeus."

"Don't remind me. My back has been a wreck." Crimson growls

"We should keep thinking big. It's gonna take big moves to pay off all the debt we owe to other families. If the factory is a concern of yours, we should get rid of it." Alessio spoke without a hint of emotion in his voice. He wanted to push Crimson to make big moves. He blamed himself for the current state of this family. He was the planner. He was supposed to be the one that keeps all the sharks loyal and compliant. But, because of Crimson's last blunder with kidnapping Fizzarolli, most of the crew had become distrustful of him. They need a win that would get everyone to become more compliant.

"Eh?What are you suggesting? We go down and fuck up the operations down in Mammopolis? I ain't messing around with another prince. It's risky business." Crimson says while a cigar hangs from his mouth.

"Why not? Taking over a factory and getting some new recruits shouldn't be too hard. Let me handle the setup." Alessio's nose twitched. He started to smell something familiar but it was hard to determine what it was. Despite this, he was able to maintain his composure.

"Hm? I guess it could work. We haven't done a big job like this in a long time. How much money can we make off the factory equipment?"

"$250,000" Alessio said sternly.

"Not bad," Crimson laughs."That's why you're my number one man."

Alessio rolls his eyes and lights up the cigarette he pulled from his pocket. What does it mean to be Crimson's number one? He leaned back into his chair and reflected on that. "Your number one. Right."

"Ha! I know a few guys that love wreaking shit. It's gonna be great. I'll give you a week to come up with a good plan."

The two demons silently drank and smoked for a few minutes. Crimson was starting to get more belligerent and loud. He just stared at Alessio as he laughed and his body swayed.

"What the hell yer still doing here? Ain't ya got anywhere to go?" Crimson sneer

"Boss, you know I'm not gonna leave you to drive home in that state. Besides, I'm your bodyguard. I'd be a shit one if I left you drunk and vulnerable."

"You think i'm a fucking dame?" Crimson said as he looked at Alessio with contempt then laughed. "I can handle a simple ride home."

"Sir. You got a girl at home now. Do you really wanna burden her with the fear of your drunk ass stumbling around." Alessio's eyes wandered to the door. The smell he had smelt earlier was getting strong.

"She ain't my girl. She's just a bed warmer." Crimson said in a belittling manner. "That Succubitch doesn't have the smarts to notice whether or not I'm sober. Remember when you ruin the annual family gathering. And what did she do? She almost fucked the wife of one of my best boys. In front of everyone. The only beneficial thing she did was helping smuggle HB around in the stupid purse she's obsessed with. You should have seen her face when I gave it to her." Crimson started to speak in a more cutesy and baby-like voice in an attempt to mimic Sugar. "Oh Crimmy, I don't deserve such a pretty purse. I'll do anything you ask if you keep buying me dumb and useless crap." He chucked."That dumb bim is nothing to me."

Alessio's eyes widened as he realized what he was smelling. It was the smell of butter and vanilla. It smelled of Sugar. Before he could warn Crimson that Sugar was at the door, he could hear the woman begin to sob from outside it.

"The fuck? Shit. Sugar, baby doll, is that you?" Crimson said as he dash over to the door and opened it.

Sugar looked in Crimson's eyes. Her mascara was runny and dripping down her face, making her black eye more visible. He was clutching an ornate lunch box filled with some of Crimson's favorite dinner items. "Fuck you!" She yelled and ran off.

Crimson gasped and watched her run away. He glanced over at Alessio and nodded. "Go get her."