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The devil had no emotions after all. Or perhaps… he wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe just a misunderstood guy with a whole lot of temper holed up inside him. I know judging him based on the fact that he just showed his carefree side is wrong, but everyone else might have done the same to him. The world is a cruel place and living in it, you have to do questionable things to survive — like I am. I scoff now, letting the cool water pour directly over my head. Here I am, trying to justify what I do for a living when I’m no different from a petty thief.

"You're right, my biggest weakness, was having a heart. But what do you plan by knowing this. Kill me too?" "Of course not. But i wanted you to know that we don't necessarily live in different worlds. We both kill for a reason. We both belong in the criminal world. We are humans with stained blood on our hands. I want you to accept that, that normal college life you dream of, won't come true no matter how much you tried." "Garcia, what do you mean by all this." "Come with me. I'll let you experience the joy of the criminal life. Don't stick with just killing me, i'll show you the fun. You don't kill for the good, you kill for the pain and revenge deep in your heart. Killing is your salvation

Nah, this was like a cult or something right? “Is that why you sometimes zone out? I just thought you were tired.” April nodded and continued, “rogues don’t have a pack and live on their own in the woods. Mostly in wolf form. A lot of them are criminals, left to fend on their own as punishment.” I rolled my eyes, “so you just sent your criminals out there?! That’s harsh.” April shrugged, “you put yours in prison, with little chance of reform. Not to mention racism plays a large role in your judicial system. We both could do things differently. “

— Look, I know that your whole world suddenly changed and it's hard to assume, I hate that you're going through this, but I can't change the rules for you again. "Yes, but..." I didn't even know what to say. I felt bad for that man even if he wanted to rat us out — They are bloody criminals who don't have the slightest right to take someone's life, be it for treason or anything else, you, Ryder and all the idiots that follow them.

I liked to think of us as the luxurious thieves, the devils in suits. Now those suits always came with a cost. I was the one who stayed above the ground, keeping face while my other half wreaked havoc from the underground, but that didn’t make me the saint; the innocent guy. I have a fair share of blood on my hands and if you’d ask whether I felt bad, the answer would be a big no. Not even slightly. However, the more I was in, the more I realized I wouldn’t have chosen another life if I was ever given that life.

I didn't ask you for his character certificate. After being caught, all the accused say that they are innocent. They did not do anything wrong. So, are they not guilty? Have you ever heard that till now, when someone got caught doing something illegal, they directly admit that they did something wrong? Who confesses like that? Even a murderer who killed multiple people will never confess that he did something wrong, let alone confess to killing someone innocent.

– The boy questioned. - Hell is a place without boredom, what do you think we should do? - Another questioned. - Just cursing the one who took me here would be a good thing. - One of them said. The Yakuza-faced guy said. - I wanted to start life over, but living with an agent of the dead would make me always have news. - He said. – If I reincarnate, I do not know what life I will have, if I'll make the same mistakes. - He said.

His voice cracked as he continued to beg, “Please, Nathan—I mean, Aziel. You don’t want to do this. You’re a good guy.” I scoffed again, shaking my head. “No, I’m not. Good people don’t kidnap others. They report scum like you and my mother to the police, wait for some judge to find you guilty, and then let you face the consequences of your crimes…” “...But people like me? We don’t wait around for the police or some judge. We take matters into our own hands, because no one knows the pain better than us.” “...So we wait for the perfect moment to strike, making sure people like you suffer and burn to ashes, just like you deserve.”

They couldn't think outside of their own narrow little world. "You're probably some gangster who had a huge accident and took over this Jack Spencer kid's identity. That explains your fighting skills, why a brat like you knows his way around the streets, how you could kill three people, and that confidence." How is this asshole saying this with a straight face? I feel like an idiot for even worrying about them figuring out the truth. It made more sense than me being reborn, though. "Work under the Roth Gang," he said. "Let's climb to the top."

I asked him. “No, use your hacking skills for something good, find the evidence, take it to The Council and lay your claim the right way and take your pack back,” he said to me and I thought about that. “Or I could just kill them all and not claim the position,” I said to him. “And then what? Be an outcast for the rest of your life? Is that the life you want for her and your kids one day?” He asked. “I just know the guilty have to die,” I said to him.