"Let's do it, baby."
Kai cracked his knuckles and strolled toward the four Sinisters.
"So you guys are the Sinisters now?" he said, sizing them up with a bored look.
The Fourth—one big ugly bastard with curled horns—growled. "How the fuck are you?"
Kai shrugged. "Already told you. Name's Kai. I'm—"
"I don't care about your damn name!"
"Right. Then what were you asking?"
"Fuc—"
Didn't get to finish.
Kai's hand blurred, punched straight through the guy's chest, and pulled out a small black heart still twitching.
"Heart's kinda small, man," Kai said, flicking it away like a cigarette butt.
The First Sinner just stared. *The hell… he's too fast.*
Kai turned to the other three, grinning like a wolf.
"Your turn."
The Third barely moved—next thing anyone knew, he was in chunks on the floor, sliced so clean the pieces took a second to fall apart.
"Weaker than I remember," Kai muttered, shaking his head.
Now just the First and Second left.
They glanced at each other, nodded, and charged together—roaring, swinging massive claws and blades.
Kai hopped over them like it was nothing.
"You two fight like stray dogs," he laughed.
They wheeled around and came again, pissed off.
This time he didn't bother dodging.
Right when their hits were about to land—both arms dropped clean off, hitting the ground with wet thuds.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
The two screamed, clutching the stumps, staggering around.
Kai winced. "Damn, that sounds rough."
Their howls filled the whole hall—ugly, broken sounds.
He sighed. "Alright, I'll put you out of it."
Two quick slashes.
Two heads rolled.
Black blood splashed all over him. He didn't even wipe it off.
Then he turned to the throne.
The so-called Demon King was on his knees, shaking.
"Please… don't kill me…"
Kai walked up the steps slow.
"You tried to kill my brother," he said, almost gentle.
The guy's eyes bugged out. "Brother? I didn't know—I swear! I'm sorry, please!"
Kai stopped in front of him.
"Okay."
Turned around and started walking away.
The king let out this huge shaky breath, slumping back into the throne like he'd just been saved.
One second later—his head slid off and bounced down the steps.
Body stayed sitting.
Kai cracked up. "Hah! You really thought I'd let you walk?"
He grabbed the corpse by a horn, dragged it off the throne, and tossed it down like trash.
Then he plopped down in the seat himself—legs kicked up, totally chill.
Liza, Sara, and Eris were still chained up, covered in blood that wasn't theirs, just staring. Mouths open. Couldn't process it.
The whole thing took maybe thirty seconds.
Kai wiped a streak of blood off his face and looked down at Marcos, who was finally getting to his feet.
"Now," he said, voice going quieter, "time we talked, little brother."