blue is a mysterious color, hue of illness & nobility, the rarest color in nature.

Jaw cracking, fangs bearing, no fucks given yawn of you'll yawn too.

Grimace shake acquired. SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP.

C H O K E. ...GRABBING HIS SHAKE. "Don't. Mess. With. My. Food."

"I'd only share a drink with a single straw with one person and you're not it."

"Satan is the new king of hell?!" ---TRIGGER THE CONTINGENCIES.---

"Lucifer owns 30% of mcdonalds, go to any..."

"By all means... and please don't make fallout, and Vox... a word of advice. Keep eyes on King Paimon... Word amidst royalty is that he, as hand of the king, is overlooking Pride more and unlike Lucifer he's not bound by the same rules. If he's aimed your way it's a problem."

"There's a saying of it doesn't happen until it happens, and when it happens is best to be prepared..." An urge to caution is all. "As for project, sounds good... if you need more of this, do let me know... i'll be sure to snag a few rocks in space for you."

"Very well. If i hear any other word around the grapevine i'll let you know... and if you hear of massacres on the east side of the pentagram, Zestial's turf, you know nothing got it?~" ...SO THAT WAS THE BUG?!

Once more, the sight of the hulking metal behemoth is seen heading towards the east side, Zestial's territory. In his wake thru empty streets doors are closed and streets vacated when his figure shows up. They all know he's heading towards that are for murder and mayhem.

Why does he continue to massacre gangs in Zestial's turf? Meanest of the bunch... fine hunting grounds for sinners with a track record worth expunging out of hell. Beings none would like, leave alone hire, the scum... ideal feed for him.