Madness: DxD

Fashion Terrorism

Agent: (voice shaking) L-look man, I-I don't know anything, okay? I'm just logistics. I file reports. I don't even like this job!

Legend: Yet here you are—knee-deep in shit and half your friends redecorating the walls.

Agent: (stammering) I swear! All I know is... is that they're working on something! Something big! They called it... Project Nexus! That's all I got, I swear!

Legend: Alright, bootlicker. Let's shift gears before I get bored and start decorating again. Who's giving the orders these days?

Ooooh, you're so hot when you're cruel. I bet if you peeled his skin back, his secrets would slip right out. Want me to hold him still?

Agent: (swallowing hard) I don't know names, man! I just know the chain comes from high up—real high. Top of the pyramid stuff. Eyes-only clearance.

Eyes-only, ears-only, guts-everywhere. It's all just meat in the end, sweetheart.

Legend: Let me guess—faceless executive, has a stick up his ass, probably drinks his coffee with blood in it?

Now that's my kind of brew. Let's bottle it and call it "Corporate Tears."

Agent: N-no, no! It's not like that! I don't know about AALN, but Project Nexus... some guy called the Director is overseeing it. Real shadowy type. Nobody sees him twice—if they do, they don't come back normal.

Legend: In other words, the Tooth Fairy with trust issues and a murder fetish. My kind of guy.

He sounds like competition. I should gut him slowly just for fun. But fine—you do it. I like watching you work.

Agent: Our agency is directly funding him. People say he's so high on drugs he's not human anymore.

What a coincidence. You too are so messed up from mutagens that your humanity has expired.

Legend: Right. Because you guys were doing so well with humans to begin with.

Agent: Look, I-I've only heard whispers. They say he's going rogue. Cloning an army to take over the world.

Legend: So he's a glorified puppeteer with a god complex. Hope he's got a refund policy. Because I'm about to turn his entire army defective.

Agent: (desperate) I'm serious! You can't just walk in and take him down. He's not like the others. He doesn't die. They tried once. The whole facility got turned inside out.

Legend: Let me tell you something, paperboy. I've killed abominations that spat fire, bled acid, and cried blood. You really think some overclocked manager can take me down?

Mmm, talk dirty to me. It's like you're flirting with death just to make me jealous.

Agent: (nearly crying) You don't get it! He doesn't fight fair! He doesn't fight! He just commands and things die!

Sounds lazy.

Legend: So he's a coward and lazy. Guess I'll bring him a mirror and let him see what disappointment looks like before I feed him his own command codes.

That's the spirit. Break him. Bleed him. Then burn the ashes into something worth remembering.

Agent: Y-you can't—!

He can. He always does. And then he forgets to tell me about it, like a naughty little liar.

Shot him. He's voice is irritating.