Cesare took a deep breath. It had been years since he had visited earth; it was the anniversary of his move to Hell, as well. He wanted to grip the hilt of his sword, but he hadn't brought it with him. He heard it was human policy to execute those who weilded weapons outside of war. But this was war, he knew in the deepest pit of his heart, and he was risking the most out of anyone. Being an angel fighting on the demon's side was risky, but it was a risk Cesare had to take. He found himself walking through an abandoned part of the town he had somehow found himself in. He wasn't sure where he was, or what exactly he was doing, but he felt at home amongst the rubble of destroyed buildings. It was just like New Kyoto, he thought to himself. He felt as if he was blending in well enough, but was actually sticking out like a toddler in a retirement home. He just never was good at being human. He was only good at being a criminal and a demon. The street became more narrow the farther he walked. It gave him an ominous feeling, but he felt he had to continue down the path he had chosen. Only fate would tell if he had made the correct choice.