Devil Division: Genocide Man

Ch.2 Ep.1: From bad to worse.

Captain Tsugiyama: My team has always been a little off...

[Squad Tokyo]

An icey veil creeps down the hallway as Hela advances each step creates a layer of ice underfoot. A few men charge at her as she fixes her hair she lets out a visible exhale. The next scene was half of their bodies frozen solid. The last man held a gun aiming it at the girl she shrugged and flicked a mirror shard his way, it fell at his feet as she walked away. Mirage ripped his way out of the shard stabbing into his foot and moving up his leg as his screams were drowned out by the sound of glass hitting muscle...

The frost Devil pats him on the shoulder and he shivers but nods to her.

Hela: Nice work my mirror fiend.

Mirage: *Shivering* M-m-me? You were ice cold!

His compliment caused the girl to sway a bit as a cold breeze blew the white winter scarf she now wore.

Hela: Oh you flatter me, Mira.

He exhaled onto his hands and rubbed them together trying to warm up.

Mirage: C-can y-you please t-turn the t-t-t-temperature back u-up?

Hela: Of course,  though it's not my place to provide warmth I'll make an exception for you.

She cupped his chin as the two of them smiled at each other, her with narrowed cold eyes, and him with his closed clutching his freezing body.

Captain Tsugiyama: Everyone one of them has got something incredibly fucked up going on... Most of them came from something most would never recover from.

[Years Prior]

The ruins of a small town are all that remain as a young boy sits on top of a pile of devils...He stares at the ruins of his hometown wiping his tears, covered in blood he was no older than 8 years old and yet his body was unnaturally muscular for a child. A younger Ichiro walks up to the mound as he brushes his hair.

Captain Tsugiyama: You alright kid?... You're not hurt are you?

Kid: My fists are sore if that counts...

They dripped with the blood of fiends and devils as his body tensed. 

Captain Tsugiyama: Did you do all of this?

Kid: Mhm...

He digs through the pile holding the head of a woman with bleeding eyes and a broken ram horn. The boy clutches her close to him.

Captain Tsugiyama: Your mom I'm guessing?...

He stared over her image and his lip began to quiver but he quickly hardened his heart, unlike anything a child should have to go through at that age.

Kid: My mom was in the ground for 4 years...When she came back she was with them...She talked differently, so I prepared myself to bury her again...

The man nodded and sighed walking a bit closer as he spoke a bit softer to the kid.

Captain Tsugiyama: You got anyone else?

The boy nods his head and points to a large man that had been ripped in half, the resemblance fills in the clues.

Captain Tsugiyama: Sorry for your loss...C'mon let's go somewhere safe.

The man offered a gloved hand as the kid slid from the pile of devils and took it. The teen and the child walked away from the town together.

Captain Tsugiyama: What's your name kid?

Kid: Jugo...

As he walked next to the man he was even tall for his age.