The man had red stains all over his clothes. Blood. The air was heavy with the metallic scent in the little, dark storage room. The floor was stained with blood too, and a corpse. The black haired man had slicked back hair and eternal charms, as his deep brown eyes with a slight hue of red, which could make people faint by just looking into them. He was the epitome of handsome. The vampire, Ryoichi Ninomae. He was feared by many and mentioned in many myths, even had his own legend.
"I, Ryoichi Ninomae, am the cause of your death. Tell Zhao Xie that once you end up in hell, okay?" The handsome vampire told the already dead body on the floor.
In hell, the soul of the corpse had already arrived, kneeling by the foot of the throne of hell, not daring to look up. The emperor of hell himself sat on the throne.
"Cause of death?" The emperor of hell's deep, entrancing voice asked.
The soul looked up a moment, seeing the face of the emperor of hell. Tan skin, crimson red eyes, dark brown hair, with long bangs and midpart, styled to be slightly wavy and his short hair went down to the bottom of his ears. He was actually kind of cute, in a way.
"Ryoichi Ninomae." The soul said, then looked down.
"That's number 89414, isn't it?" Hell's emperor, Zhao Xie, asked, looking at his servant.
The servant nodded, "He's been running chaos over not only Japan, but Korea and China too the past few centuries."
"He's just making work a whole lot more chaotic, isn't he?" The mighty Zhao Xie muttered to himself, resting his chin on his fist.
The servant didn't dare interfere his conversation with himself.
"Bring this god-forsaken soul away." Hell's brown haired emperor ordered.
The words hung in the air a moment before the soul had been brought out by guards.
"Maybe I should make Ryoichi Ninomae himself recieve all those damn souls of his prey." Xie told himself.
In eden, the black haired man had just been to a shower to wash the smell of death off himself. He walked through his penthouse apartment with a towel around his waist as the only thing to cover his body, and threw himself down on the couch.
"Fresh blood really does just taste better than blood from the hospital, though Zhao Xie must be annoyed at me for killing so many." Ryoichi spoke to himself, a smirk forming on his lips when he mentioned Zhao Xie and his annoyance.
Ryoichi's phone rang, making him have to stand up to go over and pick up the call, which he did.
"This is Ninogami's voicemail. Leave a message after the tone-" He started, not in the mood to talk to people.
"You're only wearing a towel around your waist, Ninomae-shi. And don't use your cover name when talking to me." The person in the other end said.
"Of course you see just as much as I do, Zhao Xie. Get to the point." Ryoichi said.
"Why killing so many? How many worshippers do you have now?" Zhao Xie's voice asked.
"Too many unfitting of even saying my name." Ryoichi said darkly.
Zhao Xie laughed emptily when he heard the reply as he walked down the streets of Fujinomiya, his hair was currently pulled back in a tight ponytail, though his bangs remained out.
"I hope you have room for your favorite devil." The emperor of hell said.
"I wouldn't say favorite. Let me get dressed before you ring my doorbell." Ryoichi told him.
