This was not on your agenda at all, not was it on his but! What’s stopping him from having a little fun, right?

Isagi Yoichi, or we call the Demon King, one of the most feared faceless criminals, or should we call Serial killer.

He was known amongst the worst kinds of mafia’s, assassins, thieves, robbers, gangsters, civilians, everyone! People who met eye to eye with him knew they wouldn’t stay alive for the next minute. It’s like you’d know the second you were in his presence.

Sadistic, crazy, insane, mental, egoistic, you name every single bad adjective, he’d be a good example.

No sympathy for anyone, no empathy whatsoever, he was ruthless, and worst of all? He made sure his victims knew he enjoyed watching them suffer! Almost everyone who tried to work with him ended up on his bad side other than a few of his ’good’ friends.

Roamed the streets of Shinjuku like a normal civilian, cheerful and kind to those who he didn’t care about unless they pissed him off! You see, why he was feared was because of one reason and one reason only, he brought hell to those who didn’t have sympathy for others!

His victims consisted of horrible people, the worst kinds you could imagine, and if anyone else was involved with those bad people? They die by his hands too! Kids? don’t care! Parents? They were too old anyway! No one escapes! No spectators, no evidence, nothing.

He was the perfect serial killer everyone was afraid of, however some worshipped him because of his doings, because they believed he cleaned their town by eliminating threats.

No one knew his face, and no one would stay alive to remember it. He wouldn’t even care if it was just a streak of his hair that was seen, you saw him? Felt his presence? You’re evidence!

Hence his name, Demon King.

So how did you end up in this position?

Here you were hand pressed onto your own mouth to stop yourself from breathing or sobbing loudly, under the reception desk at the hospital as he stalked the halls. You had seen him face but he was unaware, roaming the halls to see if he missed anyone on the floor, his bat thumping over the dead bodies of the patients, doctors and nurses he killed.

It was surprising how he hadn’t noticed you yet, giving you some hope to escape, or maybe it was a trap itself, but you stayed on the positive side.

His bat thumped on the ground and the walls, smearing the blood around as he walked, pools of blood sticking to his shoes, making footprints from his boots as he walked around with a cheerful smile, seeming quiet proud of himself over this little killing spree!

You see, he killed the whole hospital because the owner of the hospital had been discarding poor patients lives like they were nothing, regardless of the critical condition they were in, that means they were on the bad guys in his list! So this was a fair warning he was out for blood!

“Ha?~ I guess I’m done here..” he sighed, walking to the lobby and swinging the bat on top of his shoulder, with a pleasant yet menacing looking smile, “This should be a good warning for him! Ah, I’m such a nice person~” He was talking to himself as he admired his art work, ready to hit home after a good day at work.