In a dimension far away from where Lilith and Kevin were stood a tall building that attempted to reach for the skies. It rained cats and dogs as winds blew against trees tilting them in the direction of its direction. However, the condition of the weather didn't stop various vehicles from leaving and entering. From a single glance, one would think that these people valued their jobs a lot.
Inside the mansion was no different, with people of various races moving all about. Some possessed blue skin, some scaly and others had multiple limbs. However, despite all the activities going on, one man ran desperately through each floor to make it to the top. With how he ran, many people flinched thinking a beast of some sort had been let loose.
Upon running like a maniac on every floor, he finally reached the top where he was met with a large door. Before going in, he gently knocked on the door and waited for a response.
"Come in," a voice said.
Gently opening the door, he was met with the sight of five adults sitting down in front of a long table enjoying a meal. He performed a bow to show courtesy before giving a letter to one of the guards. The presence of the five people sitting down was enough to send shivers to his spine.
'These people make delivering letters a truly difficult job. I can feel their abundant Mando leaking out from here! Forget about an air conditioner, they need to open up a window in here!' The deliverer thought. Despite the very cold atmosphere, he was sweating buckets.
After giving the letter to them, he was quick in retreating.
"Hey! You the message bringer, come here!" one of the people called out. It was an elderly-looking man with long ears and blonde hair.
'Yelp!' The messenger cursed his luck as he obeyed.
"Yes sir?" he politely said.
'The amount of Mando they are leaking is enough to make me collapse! If I get any closer, I'll lose consciousness, god why me!' he continued to inwardly curse.
"Please pick up my handkerchief which fell below the table," the long-eared man requested.
" There he goes again, scaring off the weak," a woman who sat at the table scoffed.
"Haha, the last guy crapped his pants. Let's see what this one will do," another man said.
'I can hear you! I hate my job, I hate my life!' the message bringer continued to curse himself inwardly as he approached the table.
There was no helping it, therefore, he decided to be calm and take deep breaths. Only then could he avoid making a mockery of himself before them.
As planned, even though he could mentally feel the pressure of their power, he stood strong and bent under the table to retrieve the handkerchief.
"Oh? He's a strong-willed one!" a man at the table said impressed.
Searching around under the table for the cloth, he could not locate it which bothered him. He would avoid talking to them if possible yet the damn handkerchief was not there.
'Ok, just calmly raise your head and say it is not here. Easy right?' He encouraged himself.
As he lifted his head with a bright smile, he opened his mouth to utter a few words, " Sir, I could not retrieve the-"
"COULD YOU NOT EVEN DO ONE SIMPLE TASK?" the blonde man said, not holding back his Mando aura at all. The delivery boy could feel his head beginning to ache and his heart beating rapidly.
The poor messenger's sight had gone dark from the fear, only to end up before a white door within seconds. He slowly got up from the floor, not questioning where he was at all. Because he already knew the answer.
"I am dead, huh?" He asked himself as he stared at the gates to the afterlife.
"Snyder! You killed?" The woman shouted in anger.
"Pfft! He died!" Another man laughed till he could no longer breathe normally!
"That's a new one!" Another replied.
"...." The last person kept quiet.
"This is supposed to be a serious meeting, stop harassing these people!" she continued to rant.
"Do not be a hypocrite! Your aura was just as strong as mine when he entered!" he replied.
"At least, I suppressed it enough to not kill him!"
"Women!" The blonde hair man raised his cup of tea into the air.
Seeing this only aggravated the woman more, and she continued to quarrel until the doors opened.
"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" A tall white-haired man yelled.
"The heads of the Mafia, yet all I see are bickering children!" he said in an annoyed tone while the others kept quiet indicating his position as higher.
He walked up to the biggest chair at the end of the table and took his seat. From his mannerism, one could see he valued etiquette. He ordered for the messenger's corpse to be taken away immediately.
He started the meeting with a greeting, asking everyone about their condition and they all responded positively. With that done, he now got to business.
"Adola, summarize the letter brought!" he ordered.
As told, she took a minute to read the letter before narrating its content to everyone present. It mostly talked about the downfall of the Anami gang.
"Snyder!" the white-haired man called out, was the Anami gang, not your jurisdiction.
A nervous sweat ran down his head as he nodded. He expected a harsh lecture or even worst, yet he just sighed with his head facing upwards.
" It is not even about being able to beat them, it's about them knowing we rule over the Anami gang and yet still trashed them! They must have been the association, the Abo group, or some other big group," he said massaging his forehead.
"No, it was done by a group of four. Five, if you count the pet they had!" Adola said.
'Adola! You are trying to make me look bad in front of Snat!' Snyder thought, he could easily see through the woman's plan.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I bet that it is because of you clowns that we have been brought so low," He laughed.
"Not a big group, but four men?" Snat yelled.
"Five, if you count the fox,"
"SHUT UP! You are honestly very lucky it is me who came and not my brother, Lucifer." The white-haired man grinned.
Hearing the name of his brother, they felt a cold and uneasy feeling which brought them discomfort.
"However sir, Snyder did not completely blunde." Adola said which earned her a cold stare from Snyder.
"The boy is maybe from a rare race or maybe an Abo. He could absorb magic and use it for his strength. It says here the cause of this trait was from a tattoo he possessed!" Adola continued to narrate the letter.
Snat, the white-haired man's mood began to improve with this information. A smile crept up his face.
"My brother would love his soul. Put a bounty on him. Make it high, dead or alive." Snat commanded.
They all were aware of his brother's soul-stealing hobby. It was understood why this boy's bounty would be absurdly high, the more rare the ability.... the better the soul.
"Now! Let us move on to the main topic of discussion, the production of artificial Tsujigins."