Edwin looked over the money that had been gathered by the Thieves of Kul Elna, slowly nodding his head as he smiled. While he hadn't done a count of the different bills, coins, and other valuables he could tell at the very least that the amount had grown. Which is what he wanted. What he needed.

Because business was booming.

Valentino, either because he wanted to make a good impression on Edwin, was scared for his existence, or simply had blundered his way into it, had managed to help him make the Millennium Eyes into the biggest thing in Hell. Not just the Pride Ring… Edwin was getting requests from all of the 7 rings and thus had a long list of orders that needed to be placed. And he was already working on other items that he could begin producing. More… legit items. The Eyes would be his little spies (and oh how they had helped him out so far) but that didn't mean he couldn't stand to make more cash through more honest means.

Layla suddenly appeared. "Edwin there-"

Edwin jabbed his finger at the clipboard and the female thief, embarrassed by her slip up, went over to it. Until Edwin learned how to prevent himself from automatically speaking when the rest of the Legion did he wanted the thieves to communicate via written message. It was still annoying that he was having so many problems with that; per tests the thieves could talk to each other easily enough but as soon as he was in the same room as them it was all 'Legion Mode' for them.

'THERE IS SOMEONE HERE TO SEE YOU. A BIRD WOMAN.'

"Bird woman, huh?" Edwin said, leaving the vault and slamming the door shut. There was only a simple padlock on the door, one that had no key, but that mattered little to him thanks to the Millennium Key. "How bird-like are we talking?"

Rather than answer Layla sank back into Edwin, allowing him to see her memories.

"Okay then… let's go take a look." He moved to his office and pulled out a binder he had been making, one that covered all the demons in Hell and their rank in society. "Arlgiht… the Ars Goetia. Possibly hellborn demons, tend towards the more magical side of things unlike Imps and Hellhounds." He pressed his finger to the side of his head. "Because of this they were able to rise above the other non-sinner demons and achieve a rather high position in Hell's hierarchy. Those with titles actually are higher than the Overlords and are directly below the Seven Deadly Sins."

It was honestly quite a coup for him. Getting one of the Ars Goetia to come to see him would put him high on the map. Velvette had been nice in helping grow interest in the Millennium Eyes but she would very soon turn away from that and focus on something else. That was the nature of influencer brats. He would be yesterday's news… unless he was able to get someone higher than her to gain notice.

"On the other hand she'll be a snobbish prick," he muttered, shutting the binder and putting it away before moving to the door and stepping into the small lobby. "I'm sorry for the wait, I wanted to clean up before seeing you."

"Understandable," the female Ars Goetia stated. She was some kind of white bird; Edwin assumed a peacock or something of the like. She also walked around with her noise in the air like she had smelled something rancid. Most likely her own festering soul if he had to guess. "I was afraid I had been directed to the wrong place. I would have thought someone creating such a stir would have a far more pleasant studio to showcase their work."

"I'm working on getting that made upstairs," Edwin stated. He and Vaggie had talked and agreed that Edwin could take one of the downstairs rooms and turn it into an art studio for his work. Charlie would have just given it to him for free or wondered why he needed it at all. "But for now I am working down here. Saves money."

"Yes, demons like you do have to worry about that," she said just as Qeb appeared behind her, a golden knife in his hand. Edwin subtly shook his head… only for Qeb to happily nod and gesture at slitting her throat. Edwin forced himself to smile as he quickly moved to stand behind the Ars Geotia, glaring at Qeb who shrugged and disappeared. "It is rather amusing how you must… have such concerns."

"I suppose so," he replied. "Almost has amusing as people who have money needing demons like me to survive. I dare say if we all disappeared tomorrow… you'd follow us soon after." The Ars Goetia woman narrowed her eyes at that as Edwin moved to stand behind his desk, waiting for her to take her seat. She looked at the chair, utterly offended that it was not some padded throne, but Edwin did nothing to alleviate her distaste and soon she settled down, folding her hands upon her lap. "Now then," he said as he took out another clipboard, "what can I do for you Ms…"

"I am Stella," she said as if that was supposed to mean something.

Used to dealing with arrogant little pricks that thought they were better than him in both of his lives Edwin adopted a look of surprise. "Well… I didn't expect someone of your standing to come and see me personally." He could tell she wasn't a servant; not with the fine dress she was wearing. Even the richest of the rich didn't pay their lady's maids enough to wear such garments. "This is a privilege."

"It is," she said coolly. "I wish to commission you to produce two of your Millennium Eyes. One for myself and one for my daughter."

"Of course," he said, making note of that. "Do you wish for a standard or would you like some alterations? I can change the size, make it a broach or a pendant or even a ring. It will cost more."

"They should be fitting for one of my standing," she said simply, as if she expected him to understand what that meant.

Edwin merely glanced up at her. "Right." He made another note that she was getting the standard AND being forced to pay double. "Now, I do have a long list of clients who have already put in orders but considering your status I can move you up."

That made Stella sniff. "Good… good. It is nice when someone of your breeding actually understands my place in Hell."

"Oh, I know exactly where you are in Hell," he said, though he actually meant 'why she was in hell'. "Now, is there someplace you would like me to deliver this too? I bring them personally myself, to ensure their protection."

"I will come and retrieve it myself. My daughter's birthday is in 9 days. I will come after that."

Her comment caused Edwin to feel some confusion. "After the birthday?"

"Yes, which brings me to the second matter I wish to discuss with you. I will pay you one half the cost of a single Millennium Eye if you agree to be my excusive provider of these."

Knowing there had to be more to the story than that Edwin shook his head. "I'm sorry but I'm not quite ready to make such a deal."

"I'm afraid I must insist."

"As must I. I can't afford to lock away business opportunities. I already have 137 demons who have contracted me for Millennium Eyes, along with other pieces. And that is only in the last few days. I expect I will have far more by the end of the week. You are offering me a fraction of that with no promise you will EVER pay me again for another one."

That made Stella glower at him. "It isn't wise to deny someone of my standing."

"It isn't wise to deny all of hell for a single demon, even one of the Ars Goetia." Edwin leaned forward. "What are your skills in magic?"

"Pardon?" she said, confused by the sudden change in topic.

"What are your offensive skills? Defensive? Elemental?"

"You think I waste my time on such things?"

"I think you are wasting my time," Edwin said, setting the clipboard aside. "If I were to agree to this and tomorrow one of the Seven Deadly Sins decided to show up and ask for a Millennium Eye I would die several times over before I was able to explain that I was the exclusive jeweler to you. And then… they might come after you."

"They-"

"They would," Edwin said, cutting her off. "Mammon? I'm sure he's heard of these and wants a few eyes for himself. King of Greed, after all. And the Greed Ring is full of mob bosses and hired killers. I'd be dead, even with Charlie Morningstar's protection. Though I would survive long enough to tell them your name. I think you can see why it would be wise for all of us to be careful with such deals. You never know how they might… backfire." He pressing his hands together before pulling them apart, spreading his fingers out. "Boom," he said softly.

Stella considered him for a long moment. "What if… it were only to the Ars Goetia? Exclusive to me of their ranks."

"That still leaves me with Overlords to deal with. The Radio Demon lives upstairs."

Stella glowered. "I don't care about those plebeians. The Ars Goetia-"

"Paimon," Edwin countered, glad he had been studying up on the demon lords of hell. "He shows up-"

"Stolas," Stella countered.

"Threatening me with him?"

"No," she said and he could tell that saying the words were like torture to her. She was someone not used to having to explain herself and she hated that Edwin was forcing her to admit finally what her endgame was. "I will pay you half the cost of one Millennium Eye to not fulfill any order for my… ex-husband."

Edwin considered that. "Seems like a waste. You don't even know he will come here." He knew that she knew he would be coming… he just needed to find out why. The entire reason for making the Millennium Eyes was to gain power. To find out why demons were doing things and use that to get them to surrender their souls to him and increase his power. While he technically could, with a few words, claim the title of Overlord thanks to holding Valentino's soul (and thus all the souls Valentino controlled by ordering him to surrender them) he wanted to keep that Ace in his back pocket.

Already of the 137 demons that had come to see him one had already surrendered their soul, needing the Eye for a gift for their wife. Edwin had felt a touch of guilty at making the deal but in the end had gone along; after all, if he didn't take the soul someone else would. There were millions of sinners out there, after all. Billions maybe. And of the 41 that had already received Millennium Eyes 32 of them had revealed secrets already that he could most likely turn into getting their souls.

He doubted Stella would be willing to make a deal like that, especially since he didn't know if Hellborn could make such deals or if it was limited to Sinner Demons, but having more info on her schemes…

"He will come here," Stella said and, when Edwin didn't budget, she let out a frustrated huff. "My daughter has asked him for the Millennium Eye for her birthday. So he will come to see you and I want you to not make it. Delay it if you are afraid of him… so long as I am able to present it to her after her birthday I don't care. It will be worthless then."

Qeb appeared again and Edwin almost decided to let the thief slit Stella's throat right there.

Instead he waved his hand. "So long as I can take his money I am fine with delaying him. Two thirds the cost." He knew if he didn't haggle she would suspect something was up or try and get more demands.

"I don't even know what they cost."

"I thought the Ars Goetia didn't worry about money," he said, with a sharp smirk.

"…fine," she stated and Edwin happily wrote down his inflated price, passing it over to her. Stella went rigid for a moment before giving a sharp nod. "I will not take lightly to you going back on this-"

"Oh, we'll have a contract made up," Edwin replied. "I don't do anything without contracts. Very important." He began to write out the deal. "Per this I agree that I will delay the making of any Millennium Eyes until such time as you have picked up the ones I have completed for you, with a 3 day buffer." He glanced up at her over his glasses. "The rest is on you. If you procrastinate in giving it to her that's not on me."

"Of course, of course," Stella said, taking the clipboard from Edwin, glowering as she stared at the basic pen he provided; he got the sense she wished it was a feather dipped in ink. She quickly signed her name and Edwin smiled as the contract flashed blue, his eyes glowing briefly. "Are we done?"

"Would you like to be escorted to your vehicle?"

"I can manage," Stella said, Edwin thankful for that; he didn't want to deal with her anymore. "I will return to retrieve the Millennium Eyes in 10 days."

"Of course," Edwin said, bowing his head.

With that Stella swept out of the room.

He waited until Jackie had swept over the room, covering it with his magic before speaking.

"Oh you dumb bitch," he chuckled.

~MC~MC~MC~

Ishizu looked over herself carefully, making sure that her dress was perfectly in place. She had been forced to steal a new one upon arriving in Cairo, the one she had been wearing too soiled and damaged. She had only bothered to bring two to the KaibaCorp blimp, believing that she would have no need for a change. With Kaiba offering free laundry service she had simply allowed him to take care of making sure she was always properly dressed, using most of her baggage (sent ahead of time because she had already seen where the blimp was located) for other items.

She didn't think about the Spirit of the Millennium Ring rifling through her panties, mocking her for her choices. What she had brought… and the reasons why… were her own. Not his to determine.

But then Tea Gardner had broken her nose, causing her first dress to become soaked in blood. She had sent that for cleaning only to end up destroying her second dress when Odion had been rendered unconscious and the seal upon her true self broken. It had been a powerful statement of her freedom… but not proper for meeting with the Egyptian government or overseeing her duties to the Pharaoh. So she had kept the first dress tucked away, awaiting for when the tournament was done and Marik had been dealt with.

Only the blimp's destruction and her need to abandon the vessel hadn't allowed her to retrieve it, forcing her to arrive in the lands of her birth in a soiled and torn garment. Made all the worse by Renard Volpe and Solomon Muto's tortures upon her.

That didn't matter anymore, however.

She had returned back to the lands of her birth and with that return came the power it brought. Here she knew every building. Every mile of land. She had been born to the sands of Egypt and it meant that she would be able to use all of it to her advantage should any of Endymion's friends come seeking her out. Renard Volpe, Yuri Gardner, Solomon Muto… they would not be able to find her if she didn't wish it. And the same was true of Seto Kaiba. She didn't not believe for a second that he wouldn't seek out a way to come after her in an attempt to claim Obelisk the Tormentor. No… he would want that card back and she had no doubt that he would be seeking her out. But in Egypt… he would no power.

She did.

Smiling as she entered the lobby of the Egyptian Embassy she nodded to the guards and made her way to the elevator. Placing her hand upon the pad she allowed it to scan her handprint, the doors opening and allowing her to enter. From there she pressed in the code that took her to the top floor, 6 stories up, where her office was.

It was good to be home.

The elevator door opened… and Ishizu let out a cry as she was ripped out of it and flung to the ground, heavy hands grabbing onto her and forcing her down. She snarled and struggled, calling upon the powers of the Shadow Realm to aid her… only to freeze when nothing happened.

"Did you expect that to work?" Abrax Fayek, the Councilor General of the Egyptian Governor, said as he knelt down next to her prone body. He slowly pulled down the cuff of his dress shirt, revealing a golden bracelet, hieroglyphics carved into it. "All my men have them. A single one protects against the dark magics you were trying to call forth. But have enough of them and… well… you can't do much of anything, now can you?"

"I… I don't-"

"I thought it odd, a girl no one had heard of, suddenly was being recommended to me by multiple officials to become our new ambassador to Japan. It never sat right with me so I decided to do a bit of digging while still allowing you to take your position. And while you were gone, competing in tournaments for children's card games rather than doing your duties, I decided to investigate.

"I'm not quite sure how you learned about the affairs… the drug problems… the money slipped away and taken. It doesn't matter… I found out as well. And a few more things that you didn't know about… and that allowed me to apply far more pressure than you did. And of course it helped that your brother let slip upon his capture about the Millennium Items."

Ishizu tried to turn her head so she could face the man. She had never liked him… he had always looked down on her. At first she had thought it was because of her respect for the old ways while he was far too modern. But the fact that he had those bracelets, ones she knew had been used by Royal Ambassadors in the ancient past to protect against the sorcerers and seducers of far off kingdoms, shoved that belief into the abyss.

"I… I seek to stop… a great evil. The Pharaoh-"

"Has returned," Abrax stated. "Yes… I have been made aware. Without his memories, as was foretold, to make sure the prison that holds the Dark God Zorc remains strong until he is ready to face him. I will be seeking him out, of course, to offer Egypt's aid." He narrowed his eyes and said in a dark voice, "But you… will not be a part of it."

"You… you need me," she got out. "I am the Last Tombkeeper."

"Yes. And your failure at doing your job shows why you are the last." He shook his head. "Did you really think we would allow you to go free after you threatened all of Egypt?"

"Threaten? I have not threaten it. Zorc is the threat, not-"

"YOU KILLED SELENE'S LOVER!" Abrax roared, silencing Ishizu. "DID YOU NOT THINK SHE WOULDN'T RETALIATE? SHE HAS MADE IT CLEAR! ALL OF EGYPT IS TO DIE BECAUSE OF YOUR ACTIONS!"

Ishizu though wasn't cowed. "Moon is nothing. The Gods of our Ancestors are stronger."

"They are strong, yes. I know this. Lord Horus is preparing." Abrax's tongue darted out, wetting his lips. "He is… most displeased."

"Lord… Lord Horus?"

Abrax let out a huff. "Who do you think provides us with the bracelets and other items of power to protect us? Africa and the Middle East are dangerous places… a powder keg. Yes, there will be riots and feuds and changes in the government but certain members will always remain because we serve Lord Horus. I… serve Lord Horus." He leaned in. "Who do you think ordered me to capture you? To serve you up to Selene… and hope the Titan accepts your screams and leaves us be."

Ishizu was silent at that.

And then she blinked and the world disappeared around her.

She stood outside the embassy, staring at it as the vision of the future faded.

Without a second thought Ishizu turned away from the embassy, making that possible fate become only the dream of a bitter man who couldn't stand that she would serve at the rightful Pharaoh's side. She didn't believe for a second that Lord Horus had reached out to him… there was simply no way that the gods would talk with him and not her.

No… no. It had been a lie. Perhaps he had gotten the bracelets through some other means. Yes… that had to be it.

And Ishizu also realized her mistake. She had thought she was returning home but Cairo… Cairo wasn't home. The city claimed to be a land of the past brought into the modern day but she saw it for what it truly was: a faded whore who slathered the makeup that was the past upon her cheeks to hide the wounds and scars of a long existence in hopes of recapturing her glory days.

No. Ishizu had not returned home.

The Tombs.

That was home.

And that… was where she needed to be.

~MC~MC~MC~

Miles away, the man known only as Quacey, the last assassin of KaibaCorp, stepped off a private plane and nodded to the stewardess.

"I hope you enjoy your visit."

"I very much will."

"Do… do you mind if I ask-" The woman blushed. Quacey had been polite to her, talking to her on the flight over. In fact he had been the one to strike up a conversation with her, rather than the other way around. But that didn't mean she felt like she could be bold enough to press him on his business.

But Quacey merely smiled. "I am here for a hunt."

And the last assassin of the Kaiba Corporation set off to find his game.

~MC~MC~MC~

"Don 't you think maybe I should do the talking?" Husk asked as they neared The Burrows.

"Oh?" Alastor said, looking down at the former Overlord. "You wish to get involved? I thought you found this a waste of time. You said it quite a few times as we went through the records."

"It still is. And that still was." He shuddered as he remembered the three days they had spent cooped up looking through the Pride Ring's records of every new arrival in Hell. They first had narrowed Edwin down to roughly three hundred different candidates, based upon when he had arrived. Alastor had stated that they couldn't believe him that he was a new arrival and needed to assume that he could have been active for far longer than that. They couldn't even be sure that Edwin was his real name. Alastor believed it to be so, as he felt that the man responded far too quickly to it when it was called for it to be a fake name, but Husk had his doubts. After all, he didn't go by his real name and unless Vaggie's parents hated her guts that wasn't her real name either. Then again 'Edwin' wasn't exactly a name that inspired fear.

After that they had worked to narrow the list down. Many of the Edwins they had found were dead, killed in Exterminations or through other means, never returning to Hell and just ceasing to exist. Alastor had BRIEFLY considered that Edwin might have faked his death but decided that if that was the case he wouldn't be dumb enough to use his original name. That had left 27 Edwins and Alastor had decided to go with the one listed in the records as having arrived in Hell roughly when Edwin had claimed to arrive.

Thus why they were now at The Burrows. According to the records 6 people had died and ended up in Hell shortly before Edwin… and their cause of death was listed as one "Edwin Chaos".

Alastor wanted to see if this Edwin Chaos was their Edwin Cereberus.

"Then why not have me talk to them, my loyal friend?"

"I ain't your friend," Husk muttered, even though he knew Alastor already knew that and was just fucking with him. "And because you tend to terrify people and if we scare them then we aren't getting your information."

"Oh come now, I am not that frightening-"

"FUCKING SHIT! IT'S THE RADIO DEMON!" one Sinner Demon screamed before running towards one of the many chasms that filled The Burrows, leaping down even as he pulled out a gun and shot himself several times.

"…people always say hello in the oddest way, don't you find?" Alastor chuckled at that and Husk rolled his eyes. "Very well, my faithful companion… I will allow you to do the talking." Alastor gestured at a huddled figure by the door. "I believe you will want to talk to that man."

Deciding not to question how Alastor knew that was their target Husk walked over to the demon, just the tip of his rather large nose (which had nothing to do with his demon form, he just had an overly large nose) peaking out from under the hood of the purple robes he was wearing. "Excuse me," he said with a sly and smooth smile, "was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment."

"Free country," the demon said. Husk sat down on the step that led up to the door, looking down to see that the demon was playing with a knife. A regular one, nothing he had to worry too much about, but still something that would force him to keep on his guard.

"I was wondering if you knew someone… an enemy I've made recently." Claim someone was your friend and a demon would either lie and claim they were a friend as well, lie and say they weren't a friend because they assumed you were lying and wanting to harm them, or instantly attack you for either reason. But say they were your enemy? Well, demons were always looking to join in to take down a threat.

"Have lots of enemies."

"This one would have been before you died. A man named Edwin Chaos."

"Edwin… Edwin," the demon shook his head. "I don't know him."

"You sure about that?"

"Oh, he is quite sure," Alastor said, suddenly appearing next to the hooded demon, dropping his clawed hand on the man's shoulder so he couldn't run off. "He is telling the truth."

Husk frowned. Even though he knew what Alastor was doing… "How do you know?"

"Why, its quite obvious. This cloak is rather new and was clearly cared for… but our squirming friend has allowed it to drag in the muck. Both because it is too big for him and because it doesn't hold value. Now, what kind of man claims a cloak such as this but allows it to become filthy? One who obtained it through darker methods. You have been in Hell for a while but this design is very much Earth based… in fact it is clear that this robe was created upon a soul dying and arriving in Hell and on Earth it was cared for. Respected. Therefore I deduce that it belonged to the man we sought out but he was killed by our friend-"

The demon's other hand suddenly lashed out from the cavernous sleeves of the robe, revealing an Angel Steel revolver that he swung right at Husk. Rather than pull the trigger, however, he instead chose to try and hit Husk with the weapon. But the gambler had once been an overlord and was used to people taking swings at him so he easily avoided the strike and threw several playing cards at the demon, the man screaming as his fingers were hacked off, the gun dropping to the ground.

"Now now now… that was very impolite. Did you mother not teach you how to properly talk to me?" Alastor tightened his grip on the demon's shoulder. "Husker, collect the weapon, if you would?" Husk did so and confirmed it was out of bullets. "Very good. Now… let's chat." He pressed down and the demon howled. "You stole those robes from someone, didn't you? A new arrival?"

"I… no!" the demon shouted. "I didn't steal them!"

"Hmmm… yes and no. I see blood splatter on the collar that you've attempted to wash out. You found someone, didn't you? Dead… no, not dead. Alive but dying."

The demon nodded. "I did! I found him… didn't give a shit because he was stomping around here acting like he was the next Overlord. Claimed that he was meeting with someone important. Must have not gone well because-" the demon hissed and Alastor applied a bit more pressure. "Fuck! I don't know what happened but he was killed!"

"Interesting. Anything else?"

"Said… said he was… a Rare Hunter!"

Alastor nodded. "Now then… we have two choices for you, my dear fellow. The first is that Husk here sees if we can kill you just by pistol whipping you." The demon cringed as Husk lifted up the gun, patting it against his open palm. "I however think that is a grave waste and would rather do something else. Namely use you to see if we can find more of these purple robes."

The Radio Demon held out his hand.

"Do we have a deal?"

Husk winced, looking away as the poor bastard signed his existence away without a second thought.

"Come now, Husker, we must return to the Hotel." Alastor began to walk away without looking back at the sniveling demon. "An interesting problem… a very interesting problem. I believe that it is very likely indeed that the demon killed WAS someone that knew Edwin. Yet Edwin has never been anyplace I did not know about." Husk wasn't surprised Alastor was spying on the new arrival. "So, someone else is killing for him… but who? This seems like a three pipe problem."

"You don't smoke."

"Which is what makes it such a mystery!" Alastor said with a laugh.

Husk nodded… and carefully tucked the angelic gun away in his breast pocket.

Just in case.

~MC~MC~MC~

Bltizo ("The O is silent! I know you fuckers read it as blitz-o!") barely looked up at the Sinner Demon who was sitting in his office. Instead he was focused on cleaning his gun, making sure it was free of any grim, blood, or other contaminates that might cause problems when he needed it. "Listen, I know our entire business is going up to Earth and killing people but we haven't done that in a while… I've been busy reconnecting with old friends and dealing with the Mafia and this hitman that has it out for me… sometimes all three, honestly. That was a weird fucking day. Also the Princes for some reason… ain't that a kick in the worn out taint." He looked down the barrel of his gun, smiling as he saw the sight was perfect. "Anyway, we haven't done anything like this in a while. I mean I can still do it, I'm not closing up shop-"

"I do not care what you have been doing before," the Sinner Demon before him said. He had metallic skin and his mustache was made of wires, sparks occasionally running through his slicked back hair. There was also something vaguely eel-like about him in terms of his face… perhaps the mouth with its deep frown and large canine teeth. He was wearing a reddish suit that was a bit fire damaged but otherwise was rather tasteful. "What I care about is what you can do now. And I am willing to make it worth your wild."

"Uh huh, not like I haven't heard that shit song before. Almost as much as "I swear, Blitzo, I was going to tap your head right before I came, I just got caught up in the mood". Its all well and good to claim something… its something more for you to deliver. Show me the cash."

"Oh, I'm not going to pay you in money."

Bltizo slowly reached for the 'Deadbeat client' button under his desk. "Listen, I know this is Hell but even down here we don't go for 'I'll pay you in exposure'…"

"Not that either." He looked to one of the side tables and before Blitzo could react he snapped one of the guns lying there.

"Hey now!" Blitzo said, at once pressing his gun to the demon's head. "Not another move…"

"Its not loaded, correct?" the Sinner Demon said. Blitzo glanced down… sure enough it wasn't. "Watch." He set to work and Bltizo had to admit for someone with big meaty fingers… he was rather nimble. Almost made him- "Done."

Blitzo blinked. The gun had been rather basic but now had a new sight on it as well as a reinforced stock.

"The second trigger activates a firing mechanism in the handle. Allows you to pretend you are surrendering when really you're going to blow their brains out."

"…Mary cheating on that simp Joseph," Blitzo whispered.

"That's for free. You complete the job and I will provide you five more guns or upgrade ten; the latter based on the materials you bring me."

Blitzo began to stroke the modified gun like it was a baby. "Aw, you wanna kill some humans? Yes? Yes?" He looked up. "Who fuckers are dying?"

"My stepsons… Seto and Mokuba Kaiba."