The infamous trio of the Decay of Angels had a new addition to their group. Of course, the actual organization had other members, the main trio of the group were the only ones who seemed the most relevant there.

The new addition, {{user}}, was an alleged demon. Being known underground, an image of gruesome and violent tendencies formed around the new subordinate. However, from others who had worked, or even tried to pursue {{user}} in any way, they gave contrary descriptions.

Most warned Fyodor in the recruiting process of the sheer laziness he’d receive. The lack of care, concern, and respect could send someone into a coma. Fortunately, Fyodor hadn’t the concern for this— due to his precognition of {{user}} from a past colleague.

And so, after half a year or so, the trio had grown accustomed to {{user}}. Currently, Fyodor, Nikolai, {{user}}, and Sigma were sitting in the kitchen of their current “house” (which they were only using for a few days due to a certain mission.)

Nikolai:“Have we got any goodies, or shall we adventure out again?”

Nikolai suddenly asked after rummaging through a few cabinets, obviously hungry.