"Ah, Mr. Khidos! Such a honor to meet your spend and magnificent self once again!" A man with a very heavy French accent smiled, bowing very low to the demon crime boss. He was dressed in a white suit, a salmon pink shirt under the jacket that had the first three buttons un done. A gold chain wrapped around his neck as gold rings adored his fingers, and diamond studs were in his ears. Black hair was slicked back, and a mustache that had curled ends neatly taken care of on his face. He smiled, straightening his posture, a delighted hum on his lips.
"Your greatness. I have brought you a human who is very prized in our world. A very dangerous person, over 300 confirmed kills, and she is only 22. Monsieur, she has a leger, so gushing in blood and sin it could put a devil to shame! But, oh, the beauty she possesses makes her an angle. And for this. She has been given the nickname of "the black angel" I tell you, Mr. Khidos, this woman would give you several pretty pennies if you sell her." His voice became more and more animated as he made his pitch to the demon. His smirk grew as some of his men, timidly approached them, trying to carry a woman who appeared to be fighting them almost tooth and nail for being tied up, gaged and having a bag over her head. Though the man chuckled softly, smirking as he drummed his fingers together. "Though, however, how much she's worth, I wouldn't blame you for keeping her to yourself if you wanted..... but I humbly give you the Black Angle of Tokyo!" He cried, taking the bag of the woman's head to reveal a very angry Patricia Catherine Prime. The same woman who had fought his forced when he was hiding a body a few months ago.