His species of demon may have been native to the Greed Ring, but he wanted out as soon as possible. Dagger, having grown up in the Pride, felt out of place here even if a large part of the population was his own species. The looks in their eyes scanning his body for anything of value or weaknesses to attack slightly unnerved him. His confidence in his abilities and his heart dead set on the mission kept him moving forward as he made his way through the ring to his target. With the help of street signs and The Rings Map app, he found the address Arkham had given him. The Crimson Mansion.

Dagger's first step of recon had him retreat back a few blocks to where a group of smokestacks resided. He climb up one that wasn't in use or seemed to have been in use for a long time. When he reached the top, he pulled a tiny pair of binoculars out of his back pocket and observed what he saw from the vantage point. It was still the early afternoon so there was more than enough light in the sky so he could see. From his perch, Dagger saw two snipers sitting on the balcony above the front door smoking cigarettes and shooting the shit with each other. An imp at the front of the property leaned on a helicopter which rested on a pad that was cut partially into the street. How the hell did they get the permits to do that?

Suddenly a car pulled up the driveway on the right side of the mansion and came to a stop. Two sharks stepped out and called over a pair of imps with mops and buckets who were waiting behind a gate to the backyard. The imps arrived at the car and watched the two sharks open the trunk and pull out a black stained body bag. The sharks carried the body through the backyard gate and disappeared behind the house. Meanwhile the two imps went to work, one cleaning the trunk of the car while the other mopped the driveway the leaking blood from the body had created. "Arkham was right. These assholes are a real piece of work."

It would be hypocritical to say he thought killing was wrong, especially in hell. Dagger had done it quite a few times already in his life, but only to those he deemed worth it. A guy swiping his wallet, a man wanting to start a fight at a bar, or break checking him for a lawsuit were all noble causes in his eyes to kill for. But the type of killing Crimson and his gang conducted still boiled his blood. Loan sharks who preyed on the desperate and addicted. Handing out money they knew the customer more times than likely couldn't pay back. After enough failed payments and usefulness to Crimson, he'd hang your teeth or horns on his wall, depending on the species of sucker.

Seeing no one to account for inside any of the front door windows, Dagger put away his mini binoculars. He decided sneaking in through the 2nd floors backyard windows was the best bet. Arkham said If he was a greedy mob boss he would put his main office on the second floor somewhere. The logic of his made sound since to Dagger. If he had to sneak around some more and end the lives of some mobsters along the way, so be it. He desperately needed what he came for if there was any chance for him to participate in Arkham's plans later.

The shark began conducting a pre-mission check before leaving the perch. From head to toe he dressed in all black. He wore a long sleeved jumper that form fitted around his upper body. The jumper tucked into tactical pants that allowed for flexible movement of his legs. He relaced his basketball shoes which helped to give him that extra amount of jump. Hanging from a utility belt was an assortment of weapons he deemed useful for this mission, throwing knives, a Glock 19 in a holster, and a few more magazines hung to his sides. Lastly he pulled open a small box attached to the belt to double check for the object within. A grenade, still with its pin locking it in place. He would use this in case of an emergency.

With everything cleared, he then put on another item. A mask designed just like the angels wore on extermination day, crazed smile and all. The difference being that this one was opposite. Instead of a black background with white drawn on facial features that moved with the wearers face , it was white with the black scribbles making up the face.

Taking a deep breath, he exhaled smiling with overconfidence. Dagger jumped from his recon location and started his mission.

Last Night...

The Rings Map of Crimson's mansion, a picture of said mob boss, and another picture of him with a sword were spread out on the living room coffee table. Dagger was ready to soak in all the information possible.

"So this Crimson guy is in charge of an entire family down in Greed? How did an imp of all people end up doing that?" Dagger asked. "No offense, but that's usually a shark demon position."

"He killed a lot of people over the years for his fortune and power. Hangs up their remains on his wall as a warning to his other associates." Arkham stated. "Over the millenniums I've seen racial tensions between the hellborn species rise and fall. These days its not as bad, but that doesn't mean it's non-existent. He's ruthless to those who turn a blind eye to his authority just cause he's an imp."

Dagger noted his lack of smile while studying the photo of him walking with a few members of his crew. He sure looked the part of ruthless.

"But him being an imp made me track some of the things he did just cause I was impressed." Arkham continued putting his finger on the photo of the sword. "Especially that." The sword in the photo looked to be a katana contained in a white sheath. Crimson stood over it smiling for the photo being taken. "As you know heavenly steal is not something easy for us to obtain since angels know we'll use it to kill them. That's why it's mostly a status symbol for overlords and other rich demons. He bought that sword a few years ago to show off his wealth to other mob bosses around the rings. I want you to travel to Greed and steal that sword. Something like that is likely to still be in his home."

"I understand why your asking me to do this." Dagger said while studying the photos still. "I need my own piece of heaven to kill angels with like you do. But why do you want me to attack this guy in particular?"

"It's another test kid. If you can't take out a gang of mobsters then you have no chance against angels. Angels are far faster, stronger, and will never hesitate to kill anything they see as unholy." Arkham said. "Even if I could travel down to Greed I wouldn't because I know you can do this all by yourself. So do it."

The toothy smile Arkham saw so often was across Dagger's face again. "Alright boss, thanks for the pep talk. But what are you going to be doing in the mean time?"

"Some recon of my own." Arkham stated simply. "You may have been right about that hotel."

The Present...

He lined up the run and went for it.

Fwoooooosh...

Dagger landed on the roof rolling onto his back and shoulder trying to stay low. He knew jumping from the neighbors roof onto Crimsons was risky but had to be done. The backyard was too open to sneak through and with the amount of foot traffic in and out of the house, there was a good chance he would be spotted. The sniper guards on the balcony didn't seem to notice the noise on the other section of roof. So far so good. The shark snuck around to the back side of the house looking through the first window. Seeing no one was inside, he used his sharp claw on his index finger to make a circular hole through the window. He popped the glass open and squeezed through the opening he had created. Once he was inside, Dagger closed the blinds on the window so no one would notice the opening. He quickly found out he was in a guest room because of the bed, dressers, and attached bathroom inside. Next to the entrance door was a fairly large picture of Crimson sitting on a couch smoking a cigar. His twisted smile fooled no one to think he would have an ounce of good in his heart. Sitting to his left was a female imp in a dress trying her best to smile. But to the mobsters right was a little imp boy who looked to be on the verge of tears. "Damn. Sucks to be you guys." Dagger said aloud. Part of him felt bad for the seemingly family members to the crime boss, but knowing mobsters, that kid was probably a rat bastard now just like his old man.

Nonetheless, he continued his mission. The demon stuck his head outside into the hallway and began sneaking around when he noticed no one was there. Slowly but surely, Dagger checked all the rooms upstairs trying to find an office. More guest rooms, lounge rooms, and a bar were found but no office. A couple times he heard movement in the halls so he would duck back into the unlocked hallway doors and wait for the threat to leave. He kept finding more pictures of Crimson's family or his enemies teeth and horns hung up on walls. Even though Arkham had warned him about Crimsons trophy obsession, it was still unnerving to see in person. The shark soon took note that Crimson's wife stopped being in the photos once the imp child hit a certain age. The hellspawn thought she must of finally had enough of the bastard. But leaving the kid with him? That was cruel.

Eventually he found a door that wasn't unlocked. "This must be it." He thought to himself. Dagger reached into his pocket and grabbed a lock pick. Picking door locks was one of the first things Arkham taught him when he was still a teen. He would say you can't be considered stealthy if a locked door halted your progress.

Feeling for the bottom of the driver pins inside the lock, he lifted them all up and unlocked the door. He quickly ducked inside and closed the door behind him. Jackpot. This was indeed an office from the looks of the desk and comfortable office chairs. But sitting in the corner of the windowless room behind the desk was the sword sitting on a pedestal. Its blade still sheathed but still a sight to see. Dagger made his way over and stood over it admiring its beauty. He couldn't wait to show it off to his friend. Grabbing the sword and lifting it off the pedestal, he heard a small click which caused him to turn around quickly. The door was still closed which confused him more so. Now holding the katana, he noticed a string on the white sheath that had a pin dangling at the end of it. "Wait. What-"

Baaaaaannnngggg!

All Dagger saw was white along with his ears ringing like crazy. He quickly figured out what happened. A flashbang was tied to the katana and was hidden inside the pedestal. By the time his vision and hearing cleared up somewhat he heard people running up the stairs. A large shark demon kicked down the door with his gun drawn. Acting fast Dagger jumped toward Crimson's desk and flipped it on its side for cover. Bullets began firing over his head as he took a minute to get his senses back and ready himself for a fight. There were no windows in the office so he knew going through that door way would be his only way out. Noticing a sling attached to the sword sheath, he slung it onto his back.

A couple more mobsters stood at the doorway and began firing at the thief with more pistols. In response dagger lifted up the desk, ran across the room with it, and slammed them through the doorway. He jumped over the desk pulling out his Glock and shot all three in the head killing them while they laid on the ground. He then ran back down the hall toward the window he initially came through. An imp with a tommy gun stood at the end of the hallway as he rounded the corner and began firing. Dagger jumped out of the way in the time and ran back toward the office. More men in that direction showed up but with knives and pistols. An easier problem than a machine gun.

Dagger threw two throwing knives which stabbed into the chest of a pair. He jumped over another ones punch and roundhouse kicked him into the wall. He engaged another shark with a butterfly knife dodging his predictable attacks. Timing one of the knife thrust, he grabbed the shark demons arm and forced him to stab himself in the face with his own knife.

By now the tommy gun imp rounded the corner and saw what had happened to several of his colleagues. He opened fire again but Dagger pulled the man he roundhouse kicked a few seconds ago over his own body making him eat all the bullets. Dagger then rode the body down the stairs like a sleigh looking to find another escape route. When he reached the bottom into a den area, a familiar figure from the pictures was there. Crimson grinded his teeth seeing the intruder still alive. He threw down his glass of whiskey in anger.

"I LET YOU MEN SHOOT ROUNDS OFF IN MY HOME AND HE'S STILL ALIVE! WHAT THE FUCK!" Crimson turned his full attention at Dagger who was staring at the dozen or so men behind the imp boss. The mobster scanned the mystery man up and down quickly picking up that this was some sort of shark demon in a disguise. The two things he picked up on quickly from the stranger was the bite mark out of his top dorsal fin and the apostate mask he wore to cover his face. Why would a shark demon wear that? "If you give me that sword right now I promise to kill you quickly." the imp demon said.

Dagger looked around at his situation quickly deciding he would take his chances trying to live. The imp with the tommy gun reached the top of the stairs. Before he could start firing again Dagger quickly drew his pistol from his holster and shot the imp in the head. His weapon came falling down the stairs into the shark demons hands as he smiled under his mask. Crimson and his gang dived for cover behind chairs, tables, and the bar as bullets sprayed from the weapon. A couple of the mobsters didn't make it and were ripped to shreds by the fire.

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Crimson yelled.

Soon enough the bullets from the magazine ran out. Using the opportunity created, Dagger began fighting the mobsters who were still behind cover. He first launched himself over the couch and left a throwing knife in one man's neck. He turned to another that swung a bat at him. When the bat swing missed he punched that guy in his face with each fist and threw him into another guy that was pointing a pistol at him. Dagger grabbed another throwing knife from his belt and chucked it at another shark who had just entered the room with a machine gun. The knife hit his eye causing him to negligently discharge several shots into another mans chest across the room. Another imp went for a sneak attack jumping out from behind a chair trying to stab the intruder from above. Dagger stepped out of the way but the imp tried slicing his body with a horizontal motion. He jumped over the attack and slammed his basketball shoes onto the imps hand. He kicked the guy across the room as well as the knife. When the imp hit the wall the knife penetrated his mouth and stuck to the wall through the back of his neck.

Crimson kept his head down behind the bar knowing he was outmatched if he were to fight this mystery man. But with the amount of men at his disposal, he'd surely fall eventually. Just as he thought that one of his imp mobsters was thrown onto a pair of horns hung above the bar impaling him. "THAT'S IT!" He reached into his suite pocket pulling out a remote with several buttons. He pushed one which caused the entire house to go into some sort of lockdown mode. Windows and doors had metal shutters slide over them stopping anyone from leaving or coming in.

Dagger had just finished caving another sharks head in when he saw the outside light from the den windows disappear.

"There's no escape now dipshit." Crimson said dusting himself off from hiding behind the bar. More men had come in from either upstairs or through the doors. "And this time your gonna pay for trying to kill me with one of the guns I own."

Dagger saw that there were more men in this room than when he started fighting. Where did they all come from? No matter. He had his emergency plan for this. He raised his hands into balled up fists above his head.

"Oh no! You don't get to surrender now!" Crimson shouted. "You tried stealing one of my most prized possessions! I'm not just gonna let you live! I'm gonna personally take out your teeth while your still alive, then slowly skin you to death after!"

"Good luck with that." Dagger said. He opened the palm in his left hand and dropped the grenade he had on the ground. Silence filled the air for a second before everyone ran for whatever cover they could.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Green fire and smoke filled the air. The mansion shook from the explosion causing other expensive and ornate objects to fall off the walls and shelves. Afterwards men were coughing and dazed getting up trying to get their bearings. Some men were injured badly while others were strung out dead across the room, not having made it to cover in time. Crimson's suite was tattered and ripped from what had just happened. The mob boss grabbed what was left of his fedora and put it back on. "That son of a bitch. He blew himself up. Guess the fear got to him." He said chuckling to himself.

"Um... boss." One of his shark mobsters spoke up.

"Yeah what?" Crimson said.

The shark pointed at the not so smokey now origin point of the explosion. The front entrance to the house was blown open but was missing two crucial details. The dead body of Dagger and the angelic sword.

Crimson was flabbergasted. "He-wha-where di-...AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Crimson screamed in anger.

Now down the block having escaped through the opening he blew up, Dagger laid low in some bushes happy having escaped. The dead body he grabbed to shield himself from the blast worked. Would he volunteer to do that again, no, but he patted himself on the back for his thinking.

His black clothing was now soaked in blood and gun powder from the fight. Sure this was hell but even this would look suspicious going back to Pride on public transport, especially if mobsters might be out and about looking for him.

From the corner of his eye he saw an incubus park car in front of one of the neighborhood's large houses. A fancy looking open roof Cadillac. "Perfect."

He left the bush and went up to the man. "Wow golly is this your house?" Dagger said pretending to be impressed.

The incubus looked at the masked figure with confusion. Oh... yes."

"Great. You can definitely take this hit." Dagger said relieved.

"What hit?"

The shark demon smacked the incubus over the head with the butt end of the sword knocking him out. He then fished the car keys out of the incubus's pocket, hoped in the drivers seat, and started up the caddy. He sped away from the neighborhood for the long but well deserved drive back to Pride.

Pride Ring

Within one of the top floors of the Hazbin Hotel, a couple in their bedroom suite discussed the events of the day. Charlie, the widely known and laughing stock princess of Hell, stood in front of the mirror combing her hair. She smiled humming a song as she trained the straggled hairs to form with the rest. Her girlfriend, Vaggie, a self described negative Nancy, sat on the bed.

"That was too long of a day." Vaggie said.

"That's why it was so great!" Charlie said putting down her brush and skipping over to a nearby desk. She quickly opened a book and began writing down activities they could do with there new guest Sir Pentious tomorrow. Sure he had initially come to the hotel just to spy on them for the Vees, overlords who owned large portions of territory and souls in pride, but he seemed to have had a true change of heart after a song number the princess had sang.

Vaggie sighed, something she was very used to doing since helping Charlie set the hotel up. "Look, I know that I haven't been in 100 percent agreeance with you and this project, but Sir Pentious is a bad candidate to try to redeem. He's a wannabe overlord who builds machines causing chaos in Pentagram City. Are you sure we can't just start with like a simple wife murderer or a pet abuser instead? Plus, I don't fully trust him yet, especially after his little deal with Vox."

Charlie stopped scribbling in her book. "Well I see it differently Vaggie. If SOMEONE with a rap sheet as long as Sir Pentious can be redeemed, than all those wife murderers and pet abusers can also. This is a good test."

Vaggie smacked her palm into her face in exhaustion. "Look, I'm just saying we might be over our heads with him. Remember we have a time table to try and beat. Less than 6 months."

Charlie sat on the bed with Vaggie and held up her hands against hers. "Vaggie please. I know we have a lot of work helping sinners and maybe even negotiating with Heaven about the exterminations. But we can't give up on him just cause he's a tough project. So please. Just trust me."

Her girlfriend stared into her red eyes. They were filled with so much hope and happiness compared to the rest of this twisted place. Even more so ironic that it came from the princess herself. Vaggie still had her doubts. Charlie was not going to change her mind about any of this tonight. But she decided it wasn't the best idea to continuing arguing. Sparing her girlfriends feelings was the best course of action she thought. Especially with the amount of time they had left to try and pick up new sinners to redeem. Surely others would come. "Alright Charlie, we'll keep doing it your way."

Happy by this, Charlie squeezed her into a tight embrace which Vaggie gladly returned. Outside the window standing on the ledge, a certain angel had been listening to the bedroom conversation.

"Guess the lesbians really are trying to redeem sinners." Arkham thought. "Good luck with that shit."

Knowing he wasn't gonna get anymore useful information from the pair he left and using his wings to fly to another part of the hotel. He quietly landed near another window and peaked inside. He saw a snake along with a half dozen or so eggs sleeping on a bed.

"Sir Pentious, if anyone is going to be redeemed out of Hell, it's most definitely not starting with you." he thought. Arkham remembered when the inventor arrived in Pride around 130 years ago. He quickly built himself up as a menace considering all his death machines he used to fight other sinners and terrorize neighborhoods, but he never had the long term fight in him to become a true overlord. Almost always someone would end up blowing up his airships or destroying whatever sentient army he had created that month. Arkham thought of the time around 75 years ago Sir Pentious was farming lumber near his home from his zeppelin. Being too close for his liking, it was one of the few times he had used his heavenly beam to fight someone. He the light beam and lit the airship on fire causing him to crash into the mountains. Sir Pentious never saw the quick attack, making him think there was a flaw in his design to cause the accident.

Again using his midnight black wings, he flew to another window of the hotel hoping this one proved to give some sort of intel. The light was still on signaling someone was indeed awake. carefully landing on a ledge just above, he pulled a small mirror attached to a metal rod out of his sleeve. Arkham positioned the mirror to look through the window to see if he could spy anyone. The room shocked the angel by being half mansion study room and half swamp like forest. Sitting on the swamp side at a table gnawing on a sewered beaver carcass was The Radio Demon himself, Alastor. The Demon tore into the beavers stomach ripping out another chunk of flesh. Blood ran down his cheeks as he still smiled enjoying his meal.

Arkham said to Dagger he didn't think it was a good idea to go after The Radio Demon. The statement still rang true but he was glad that the kid wasn't here for this. If Arkham was caught, he would guess it would be an even fight. As for winning he was unsure. Killing someone like Alastor was a tall order for many other strong demons to try. A Sin or an Ars Goetia could probably handle the job, but it also wouldn't surprise Arkham if Alastor were to somehow manage to win. But as long as he stayed quiet, there was no need to worry.

Suddenly a phone rang inside the demon's room. Alastor stopped to wipe his face with a napkin before using his staff to levitate the phone over to himself. "Hello. Who may this be?" he said in his well known filtered radio voice.

Through the thin old window, Arkham could barely hear a feminine voice on the other line.

"Alastor! It's been so long how are you?! Sorry I didn't call you sooner but you know how busy the weak has been for overlords like us. Recovering our people from the last extermination, calming down the mass hysteria from this upcoming one, oh goodness I just haven't had time to speak to you since you returned!"

Alastor gave a light chuckle recognizing it was the ever so talkative cannibal overlord Rosie. "Oh don't freight my dear friend. I understand it has been a most hectic time to keep up with friends, but it should be you asking for an apology for my absence."

"Oh nonsense sugarplum. I knew you would be back eventually. The Radio Demon needs vacation time too. Although I must say, it did seem like quite a long time."

The two continued to jabber on about each others lives with Arkham still listening outside. He hoped Alastor hadn't noticed him and was only keeping up appearances and getting ready for a sneak attack. But eventually the conversation took a more serious turn.

"Anyway Alastor, we're having a meeting at Carmilla's main office next Sunday at noon. I was hoping you would be able to show up."

Alastor was pleased by this invite. Considering he and Carmilla were not exactly best buds, she wouldn't go out of her way to contact the overlord. Still, he needed to catch up on what has been happening with the others. "That sounds wonderful Rosie! Thank you! I'll gladly show up and see if I'm missed."

"Great to hear sweety. Anyways, I got to take my leave. See you soon!."

"Ta-ta." he said hanging up his floating phone.

Alastor didn't have any sort of sensing abilities but his mind seemed to be telling him that it heard something that his eyes didn't. Quickly, a shadowy tentacle glided across the floor and ripped opened the window door. Looking around outside with it, he found nothing.

"Oh, my paranoia is really giving me the heebie-jeebies." he said aloud. He closed the door and went back to eating his beaver unaware Arkham had flown off the minute he was given a time and place.

The angel flew far and fast over the city. Anyone who may have saw him wouldn't know what they were looking at or even cared. One cross city trip later he found himself back in his forest home landing in his front yard. Arkham noticed the lights on inside the house along with the hum of music. He opened the door to find Dagger. He was sitting on the couch wearing regular street clothes including his familiar Pentagram City Predators hat. In his hands was a katana that the the young adult couldn't stop admiring. He had done it.

In the corner of the room a boom box blasted some song by the singer succubus Verosika Mayday. Arkham turned it down making Dagger turn around and realize he was back.

"Hey. I just got back like 30 minutes ago. How'd it go?" Dagger said.

"Both boring, informative, and tense." Arkham said. "But how'd your mission go? Also I hope you showered before sitting on my couch."

"Relax grandpa. I know how to wash my ass. Especially when I'm covered in blood." he said pointing toward the dirty clothes he left on the floor.

Arkham hated when he called him grandpa, gramps, old man, or any other variation of a senior citizen insult. Sure he was over 3000 years old but he still looked to be in his late 20's. The same body just when he had fallen.

"I'm gonna ignore that comment for now kid, but what happened?"

"Well if your wondering if I killed Crimson, then no. With the situation I was in, I would have had to gone out of my way to do it. Can't say the same about the dozen or so of his men though."

Arkham smiled like a proud coach. "Was the sword in his office?"

"Yeah. When I grabbed it off a pedestal, I didn't realize it was attached to a flashbang. Let's just say my cover was blown after that."

"Really? I'll give credit where credit is due, that's a creative trap. Well I knew you could do it nonetheless." Arkham said.

"Yeah. They had me sweating in a couple of moments but it was nothing you didn't teach me that I couldn't fight out of." Dagger boasted. "Now how was your recon of the hotel?"

"From what I got Charlie Morningstar isn't bullshitting. She really is trying to redeem sinners."

"Psssshhh. I could have told you that. She's been a jolly little weirdo for as long as I can remember." said Dagger getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen. "What else you got?"

"Sir Pentious is in the hotel's program. From the conversations I got, apparently Vox hired him to spy on them too. Long story short he was caught and now they forgave him enough to let him try to redeem himself for real this time."

"I give it a week tops." Dagger opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water which he began drinking.

"Fair enough." Arkham replied. "Then lastly I got some information from Alastor."

Dagger choked on his water causing him to cough. "Wait...you...*cough*... spied on Alastor without getting caught?"

"Trust me, it was difficult. Barely got away before he noticed me." Arkham said thinking if he stayed for an extra 20 seconds he may have been caught. Instead he played the game smart and flew home with what he had. "They have an overlord meeting at Carmilla's main office next Sunday at noon. At least that's the last thing I heard before booking it."

Dagger was a little confused as he set his water bottle down on the kitchen counter. "Wait. Why is this useful for us. Overlord meetings happen all the time. Their probably just gonna talk about how they can convince more idiots to sell their souls to them."

Arkham wagged his grey index finger. "Partially true. But this is a meeting after an extermination. Plus with another one 6 months away, it's surely to be mostly about the angels coming back."

Dagger began putting the puzzle pieces together. "So you think that one of them may know what caused this change from Heaven?"

"I know one of them knows." Arkham restated. "Almost nothing gets past the overlords without them knowing."

Dagger smiled his toothy grin. "Then it sounds like we have another mission scheduled. But what do we do in the meantime?"

Arkham smiled this time. Something he hadn't normally done lately but with the change of pace in his life recently, he might start doing it more often. "That blade simply won't do." He said picking up the katana Dagger left on the couch. "I could tell it was dull from the moment I walked in. It probably wouldn't last long in a battle. Crimson definitely never intended to use it and only kept it to show off. No, were gonna have to reforge your weapon into something better."

I think I know exactly what it should be too." Dagger's smile almost busted from his lips.

"I know kid. I know. It's in the name."

After the two had dinner and discussed how they would reforge the katana in the morning, Arkham decided he wanted to do some laundry.

"Hey Dagger. Toss me the clothes you wore out today. I'm gonna put a load in the washer."

The shark tossed his clothes to Arkham who awaited to catch them. Underwear, socks, jumper, pants, dorsal fin cover. "Wait a minute."

"Hey Dagger. where's your dorsal fin cover?"

"Dorsal fin cover?" Dagger said back from the couch looking confused.

Anger began filling the angel. "TELL ME YOUR JOKING!"

Another chapter done. I'm having fun writing this story and I'm also open to constructive criticism. Or shower me in compliments to inflate my ego. Either works. Follow if you want :)