The Blaze of Glory Cabaret, a popular joint in a very unpopular city in Hell, Limbo City. It's like a a twisted contemporary metropolis that would normally exist on Earth to gain more meat for the slaughter, and was supposed to be a Haven for Sinners until Hell got a little overrun. Now, it's just another town that exist outside of Pentagram City. But at least the Cabaret was good in business. The interior was golden, literally; golden walls, crimson carpets, bright chandeliers that light up the place and a stage where either a big band or singers play on every night. The place had a vibe for roaring classics. The customers who often go there were professionals in businesses that contributed to some factions in Hell, except for Overlords, for there was a strict 'No Overlord' Policy that the Management put up since he wasn't taking any chances in case a few of them got a little handsy. Outside, where some demons were lining up to get in, they saw the Overlord, Valentino getting kicked to the curb as an Imp Waiter carried up by his jacket and threw him out.

"AND STAY OUT! THIS IS FIFTH TIME THIS MONTH WE HAD TO CHUCK YOU SMELLY ASS OUT OF HERE!"

Getting up and dusting himself off, the moth overlord faced the imp and shouted "Stupid little fuck! You don't know who your messing with!"

Before he could take another step, the very same Imp had suddenly drop-kicked his ass and sent back down his ground.

"You're out of your league here, Valentino!" The Imp said. "You got no jurisdiction here! So take you sorry-excuse-for-a-pimp-ass home to that smelly studio you call a business!"

The other demons cheered him on as the Overlord growled and walked away from the Cabaret.

"Yeah, fuck you, Val!"

"Go suck a dick!"

"Eat shit, Val!"

"That was awesome. How did the Imp do that?"

"Thank the Management." The Imp Waiter said, nodding to the demons that applaud him before going back to work. Inside, people were having a good time as Hosts and Hostess alike indulge the customers who were drunk enough to pay them all for their services...by practically and literally throwing all their money away. But the Cabaret wasn't not like any other business that sucks poor souls out of what they got, it's just supposed to be exactly what it's called, all thanks to the new management of the joint. As of now, a succubus popstar, Verosika Mayday had checked herself and her crew into the place. But she had a feeling that she was not wanted as kept getting the stink-eye from every waiter and employee that looked her way.

"What? See something you like?" She said to one of them.

They simply said "Nope" and continued to serve other guess. Verosika shrugged as she didn't really care about what these people had to think. Getting tables on the balcony, do they look over the menus while the sound of jazzy music feels their ears. Verosika wasn't really one for jazz, but it can't be helped as of the moment. However, she did take notice of the many Hosts and Hostess servicing the other customers, while her crew sat with only themselves to keep company. And it was then that a waiter had come over.

"Can I start you off with anything to drink?"

"How about a couple champagnes to start us off?" Verosika answered. The waiter nodded and began to walk away when Verosika suddenly spoke again, saying "And while you're at it, bring over some hot bitches for me and my friends. It's getting lonely, just the few of us."

The waiter stopped in his tracks and said "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Verosika said. "Get some nice looking girls and maybe some boys for me and my friends to enjoy."

"...With all do respected, Ms. Mayday." Said the waiter as he walked towards her again. "You're not really welcomed here..."

"What?"

"The only reason why we indulge your presence is because the manager believes that your patronage here would be most appreciated. However, he doesn't trust you with any of our girls our guys, as we have a strict 'no touching policy' on our hosts."

"Well that's stupid." said one of Verosika's crew members, Kiki. "How do you make any money if we can't have a little fun?"

"Ask again after you take a few drinks." The waiter said plainly before he began to walk away again. The crew was left confused but just decided to let it go and wait, yet the letter couldn't get it out of her mind. "'Not Welcomed here'? Who do they think I am? She thought.

From where they sat, Verosika could see that not everyone could just be let in, as executives of Hell's monarchy are what mostly filled the place. Yet, she could see no one that was tied to an overlord. The jazz was starting to annoy her, making her want to listen to some of her own music. But it could not drown out the sound of a hostess screaming as she looked down to see a drunkard getting a little handsy.

"Enough already!" said the Hostess. "You've got your touch, now stop it!"

"Nuh-uh!" said the drunk customer. "I'm paying good money for your company! You may as well enjoy it!"

"The hell, I will! Let go!"

Then, an imp waiter comes by to the table.

"Sir..."

The drunk is still fondling the poor demoness.

"Sir!" That got his attention as he faces the waiter, who says "We have a strict 'No Touching' Policy on our girls. Quit now, or I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

"Is that right?" The drunk demon said as he stood up. "And just are you gonna DO ABOUT IT?!" And then, the pushes the waiter down, which causes the band to stop playing getting everyone's attention. "What kind of place in hell has a 'no touching' policy?! That's bullshit! You either let me have my fun or I'll put the word out that this place is shit!"

"Alright, asshole..." The waiter growled. "You're in for some trouble now."

"What? You gonna mess with me, tough guy?"

The waiter replied "Not me...my boss."

Verosika could see everything from where she sat. Her attention turned to another demon slowly and calmly walking down a flight of stairs and towards the demon causing trouble. The waiters bowing to him as he walked pass and every demon and sinner in the club had their eyes set on him alone. But to her, she gasped at the sight of him, as he was nearly identical to a demon she used to know well. An Imp, pure crimson skin, a lanky body but with perfect posture, a narrow head with horns curved upward, no tail, there was a Rorschach symbol in the center of his forehead and he was wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo with black shoes with a metal frame around the toes. His single right eye had a yellow sclera with a red pupil, while where the left eye was supposed was a black patch permanently seared in place, with a scar-like black mark running across from it. If it weren't for those difference, to Verosika, that demon would've almost looked like...

"Blitzo?"

"Excuse me, sir." The imp spoke in a low, deep voice, getting the attention of the drunk. "Your patronage here is most appreciate. I thank you for that." He bowed his head in respect.

"Uh...what?" The drunk demon said, confused. "Are some kind of bouncer?"

"Actually, sir, I'm the manager of this establishment." The imp said. "Though I can see why you would think that. It's a common mistake."

"Huh? You're the manager?"

"He's the manager?!" Verosika asked to herself.

"That's right." The Imp said before coming to a realization. "Oh. Forgive me. I haven't introduced myself yet."

He reached into his tux and pulled out a card before bowing and present it to the demon professionally, with two hands.

"My name is Benny Rorschach." He introduced himself. "Although, most people refer to me as just...Rorschach."

"Rorschach?" Verosika said as she continued to become confused at the very sight of this demon.

"Ha!" The drunk laughed. "So an Imp like you is running this joint? That's laughable."

"...I apologize for the rather crude impression I give." Benny replied. "But I feel the need to point out that it's not very rare for someone of my species to be managing a high priced establishment such as this one. Rest assured, I am utmost professional in my position. But I digress, sir. For you are in violation of a number of rules we have here in Blaze of Glory. I must ask if you refrain for any sort of sexual harassment or violence while you are a guest. For we pay a price at keeping a clean image."

"You sound a mouthful." The drunk demon mumbled before speaking aloud. "And what are you gonna do if I don't? Huh? You gonna kick my ass? Show everybody who's boss?"

Benny answered "I'm afraid I can't do that sure. See, it not my place to get physical in order to handle situations like this. For our motto is, 'The Customer is King'. We should not deny you a good time while you're here."

"...That's one hell of a motto." The demon replied before moving to the table he was sitting at and grabbing a bottle of alcohol. "Why don't I take up on it? This one's on me."

And then, he just pours the whole bottle down all over Benny's face. The hosts and waiter would've busted that guy up if they were in the boss' position, but they knew he could handle himself just find.

"Ha, ha! How do you like your King now, bitch?" The cocky demon said to Benny, who merely took some of the dripper liquid and drove it into his mouth.

"My favorite brand." He said, licking his lips. "I always said I loved the brand so much, that I want to swim in it. Sir...thank you for making a dream come true."

This made the demon confused, but angry at the same time. "Smug prick." He said. "You got some balls." He then takes the bottle he just poured out and tries to smash it over Benny's head. To his surprise, the manager of the cabaret dodges swiftly at every attempt he makes at hurting him.

"The fuck?"

"Sir, I must repeat my earlier request." Benny said. "Perhaps you've had enough fun for one evening? If you insist on interrupting our business any further-"

"You'll what, you greasy fuck?!" The drunk imp says in rage. This made Benny frown.

"Very well...if that's the way you want it...GIVE ME A BEAT, BOYS!" He ordered to the band.

(YAKUZA 0 OST 15 CUSTOMER CREED)

"What the...?!"

"If you insist that overstep my bounds, then I shall dance with you, sir." Rorschach informed the demon. "But as policy dictates, I will not lay a hand on you. After all 'The Customer is King'."

Then, the demon throws the bottle away and raises his fist, saying "Alright, you sick fuck. Time to kick your ass!"

"Actually, sir...it's SHOWTIME!"

While the demon continue into a type of brawler stance, Benny merely bowed respectively while continuing to look at the demon straight in the eye. As the manager, he was to show his hospitality, so when the demon came in to attack, Benny merely dodged swiftly and walked a few feet away. The drunk demon tried again to more time, but every attempt made to hit Rorschach failed, as the manager kept dodging as swiftly as possible. The guests were enjoying the show, loving how Benny was showing the drunkard who's boss without even lifting a finger. He just kept bowing to him respectably with every failed attempt made to attack him. As the drunk made another lousy attack, Benny was quick enough to get out of the way, that the drunk didn't know which way he went.

"Right here, sir." Benny said, appearing from the left of the demon, who wouldn't back down as he kept on trying to hit him.

"The Customer is King, right?" He said as he tried to land a hard punch, but hit nothing but air as he was about to trip over his own foot. Respectably, Benny was there to catch the guy by the shoulder and help steady himself.

"I think you've had enough fun for one evening, sir." He said, but the drunkard shrugged him off. He tried to make one more swing at the manager, who once again expertly dodged and continued to show him his hospitality by offering him a towel.

"Would you like a towel, sir?"

But the demon merely slapped it out of his hands before going back to a brawler stance, albeit rather exhausted up to his point."

"Son of a bitch..."He said between heavy breaths. "You...!"

His attacks were in vain as Benny merely side stepped and the demon ended up face first into a table. Unfortunate timing, there was a bucket of ice on the table, and a pick inside of it as well. The drunk demon laughed as he saw what he could use a weapon.

"You little fuck..." He said as he grabbed the pick, getting the attention of the hostess at the table and the waiter.

"B-Boss!"

"STOP SCREWING WITH ME!" But as he tried to stab Benny with the pick, the manager of the establishment grabbed him by the arm and flipped him over his shoulder. With the demon, Benny quickly takes the pick out of his hands.

"For your safety, I shall hold onto this."

Back to Verosika and her crew, she couldn't believe what she just saw. An Imp Manager, who looks almost identical to her Ex, just worked a guy over without even fighting back. The entire cabaret applaud the manager as he bowed to them. Then, a waiter approached him.

"Thank you, sir!" The waiter said to his boss, bowing. "We'll take care of it from here."

Then, two waiters grabbed the down drunk from his arms, saying "Alright, asshole. On your feet! We're marching your ass out the door!"

"Serves you right!" Yelled some spectators. "Suck it!"

"Now, now. Settle down everyone." Benny said, to which, they did. "I know what the man did was wrong. But in all honest, I'm actually rather double-minded about throwing the man out."

The waiters who were carrying the trouble-causing demon turned to their boss in shock. "What? But why?"

"Word travels fast around the cities of Hell." Benny explained. "If this were to get out, this man's life here would be ruined."

The demon looks at him confusion, but then looks down at the ground in sorry.

"I'm willing to overlook this entire incident...if you were to fulfill a rather selfish request. You can stay, continue to have a good time...IF you're willing for everybody's round. And I do mean everybody." He gestures over to the entire cabaret. "You can afford it." And it was then that Benny brings out another business card, but it wasn't his. It belonged to the demon, as he held it up unprofessionally, at its edge between his finger and thumb, as if it were just an old piece of paper soon to be thrown away. "You, after all, a business man yourself. Developer of Iblis Marketing Products, as your card says. I can guess that you're annual budget clears an easy 1 million."

"Ah, that's my-! How did you-?"

"How about it?" Benny said before bowing respectably. "I know it's a rather selfish request...but would you grant me this indulgance?"

The demon couldn't believe this guy, but after what he just did to him and what he has pointed out, looking him in the eye, he felt it would be unwise to deny his request.

"Y-Yeah, alright! If it's okay with everyone here...I'll buy all a round! It'll be my treat! To make up for what I've done!"

"And how does that sound to each and everyone one of you?" Benny gestures to his guest. At first, they were silent, until applauses slowly started coming in, as they were all happy to have a free drink.

"Thank you all. May you continue to enjoy your time here."

Then things went on as normal as the music played and everyone enjoyed their free drinks. Verosika just couldn't believe it; this Imp, who sure as hell wasn't an Overlord, but definitely wasn't her good for nothing ex either, just managed to control the whole situation and make it so that everyone got a win-win at the end. She and her gang just continued to stare in shock as the waiter came with their drinks.

"Your champagnes, Ma'am." The waiter said, but before he could leave, the pop star grabbed him by the collar.

"Who the hell is that guy?" Verosika asked rather hysterically.

"He's the man who writes my checks." The waiter simply said. "Benny Rorschach, the manager of the Cabaret. Now, could you please let go of my shirt?"

Letting him go, Verosika turned back to Benny walking off from the place.

"Benny Rorschach?" She asked again. Then Vortex moved over to her.

"Verosika, you don't thank that-?"

"No!" She interrupted. "Blitzo doesn't have a brother!...He doesn't! He just has a sister...right?"

Just looking back at Benny, who almost had the same face and features as her ex-boyfriend. Could he really be related to the latter of the two? A question to be answered at another time...