In a city full of corruption and greed; a cesspool for the seven deadly sins. Where the moral fibers of society have been corrosively devoured by the vices of the flesh. Those which hold power and influence are often viewed as demons. Little did this neon lit city know that there was more truth in this statement, then one would ever care to admit. Even now as the rich and popular convened as one within a penthouse to sedate the desires of the flesh. A demon hunter who went by the name of Krystian Martinez was plotting one hell of a party all his own. Alcohol, drugs and strippers littered the scene. Woman and men being auctioned off as slaves for a single nights pleasure. Could be found being hoarded off to the highest bidder. For a demon hunter Krystian was no saint; he too suffered from demons of his own. He was a foul mouthed, narcissistic, egotistical, alcoholic who cared little for human life in his own right. However next to those which truly pulled the strings he'd come off looking like Jesus himself. Just as the party was young and the rich smoked their fine cigars and sipped on the finest wine and scotch the city could offer. A helicopter could be seen floating far above the roof of the penthouse. Leaning out the door wearing a parachute and binoculars pressed against his eyes. Krystian would recon the area, luckily the outside wasn't too heavily guarded. No doubt these pigs thought themselves as untouchable. A delusion soon to be shattered. "You see anything?" The female pilot inquired. A high school friend of his and ex girlfriend who went by the name of Sandy. A woman whose ability to fly or operate and repair any vehicles was only over towered by her short temper. "I see some nice tits and...some fat dude pissing off the ledge. That's just fucking lovely." He would sarcastically reply before removing his binoculars. Putting them away as he proceeded to lit a cigar. "Funny..." Sandy replied while rolling her eyes. Doing a double take as she took note of his cigar. "What the hell Krystian! How many times do I have to tell you not to smoke in the helicopter? Are you trying to give me second hand cancer?" Scolding him like a mother would her child. Krystian would shrug his shoulders as he made sure his holster was secured and parachute ready. "I thought that your lungs should match your heart. Shriveled, blacken and dead. Well enough of the flirting love, we can play house some other time. I have a party to crash." Krystian replied as he prepared to dive out the helicopter. "What? Are you fucking high? You said this mission was to gather intelligence only? No way you're equipped to handle all them thugs." She stated the obvious. However her words would sadly fall on deafen ears. He was far too stubborn and set in his ways to change his mind now. "This wouldn't be the first time I lied to you. Remember prom..." But before he could finish that sentence Sandy would tilt the helicopter so that Krystian fell out the open door. "Have a nice fall asshole." She retorted with a grin. Knowing he'd be fine. "God damn it!" Krystian yelled as he began to spin in the air. Losing his cigar to the wind. Without wasting anytime the demon hunter would grasp the handle and yank. The parachute would come undone allowing him to assume control. "Everything okay?" Sandy asked. "Yeah, fucking brilliant. Next time you decide to grow some balls let me know. That way I don't waste a perfectly good cigar." As soon as these words parted from his lips he would brace himself for impact as he landed on the roof. His entry masked by the booming music. "Comm is up." She replied, ignoring his previous statement all together. "For once...though I'd rather it be down." He jested as he peered down at the party through the windowed ceiling which only covered a small portion of the roof. "That fucking makes two of us. Good luck." Sandy for once spoke with an eerie sense of kindness. "How long before you can pick my ass up?" The demon hunter would ask as he drew his unique pistols. Silver with a skull just under the barrel. At first this would appear to be a flashy gun. However it had more then just aesthetic qualities. Which was something he couldn't say for his partner in crime. "As long as it takes you to kill everyone." Krystian smirked at her comment. "Good enough for me Love. See you in half an hour." He promptly replied as he prepared to make his grand entrance. "Fuck you." she hated it when he called her love. "So sweet..."