It was quiet in the middle of the night.

No cars, no cars driving, no people walking and no one in sight.

There were no lights on in the buildings — it was almost like the people had evacuated or they were just sleeping.

However, the streets weren't completely empty, as there were two figures walking down the road.

Lucifer and Luna.

The two of them were walking down the quiet street, the only sound that they could hear was the crunching of the any plastic or thrash beneath their feet — and the sound of their breathing, of course.

"It's quite a...dirty area."

Lucifer muttered to himself, looking around.

The area the duo was in was a filthy one.

The air was thick and heavy, filled with the smell of garbage and smoke, a stench which invaded your nostrils as soon as you took a step outside. The buildings which were present were mostly abandoned and broken down, or used by drug addicts and petty criminals.

The roads here were cracked and the city street lights barely worked, so the two of them were mostly relying on the light's from above for visibility.

It was a no man's land, the place where society had long forgotten — a place full of drugs and abandoned houses. There was no one else here, the only thing that was walking here was the wind which carried a smell of something like toxic gas.

The latter was due to the fact that factories, entire district's full of them surrounded this one.

Lucifer kept looking around as they walked, studying the surroundings with interest. There were a couple of burned down buildings here as well, and a couple of broken windows here and there.

"It's a complete shithole."

Lucifer mumbled.

Luna looked up at him with a serious expression on her face, nodding silently in agreement. The place they were currently in was not somewhere she liked going to, at all.

However, the two of them weren't afraid.

"It's a good place to hide out."

Lucifer commented, taking a glance around, as they continued to walk.

This was a place where no one would think of looking for a person, because almost no one would want to come down to this God forsaken area.

It was as if the government had left the area to rot, to slowly decay, just like the people who lived here.

Lucifer glanced at Luna, a hint of concern in his eyes, "Are you sure about this..?"

The girl nodded at him, "I'll be alright."

She said firmly, and continued walking, with Lucifer following her, glancing at the buildings around them.

This area was completely deserted, almost eerily so, but they kept going, until after passing a few blocks, they had finally reached their destination.

It was an old, two story building which was located in the heart of the sector — its front door was rotten and the windows broken, but that was exactly the reason this was so special.

"There it is..."

Luna muttered, pointing at the building.

This was the main hub for the fight club which was hosted every weekend.

The building was very old, and the entire exterior was covered with graffiti and writings made up of spray paint and markers. However, it didn't matter,

The place was almost hidden, almost like a secret, but it was well known by the people who came here, and for a good reason, it was a place where many people let loose their suppressed emotions and became the worst versions of themselves, without facing no consequences.

It wasn't illegal after all, the government didn't care about them — in their eyes, this fight club was nothing but a playground for the depraved and a good way to get rid of them.

The door to the building was open, and the lights from inside, made it obvious that there was something going inside, since there was sound of music and noise leaking from within.

"Well, let's hope they're still open."

Lucifer muttered, and with that, Luna and Lucifer walked inside.

The inside of the abandoned building was in similar condition to how the area was outside. However, the area smelled like alcohol and smoke, along with a distinct scent of sweat and iron.

To their surprise, the room they were in was completely devoid of anything except a metal door underneath which fog was seeping through, with the exception of a camera next to it.

They could hear the sounds of voices coming from the other side of the door, voices which were shouting and yelling — almost like they were cheering, while the sound of people screaming in pain and the sound of things smashing, were also heard.

"Seems like they're still here.."

Luna said, looking at the metal door.

"Yep."

Lucifer mumbled, nodding his head in agreement. He walked up to the door and pushed the door open, it didn't take much force at all.

The door opened, and as soon as it did, the loud, chaotic sounds from the other side, became more pronounced, it sounded like a pack of wild animals ripping into their pray.

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Lucifer stepped aside and gestured for Luna to go through, "After you." he said.

Luna glanced at him and nodded in thanks, and with that, she walked through the door.

"Aren't you a gentleman, Sato-san."

"Only for you."

Sato said jokingly, before following her inside.

The room inside was just as loud and chaotic as it was outside, but in here the reason behind that became more obvious.

It looked like it had at some point in the past functioned as a warehouse, since there was a lot of space, and the walls were completely bare, with the exception of some large metal pillars which were here and there to hold the ceiling up.

However, the area had been completely revamped and redesigned, and now, instead of a place where workers used to assemble parts, it was no different than a modern arena.

It was an illegal fight club.

And in the center of the room was an iron cage, surrounded by people, yelling out all sorts of profanities.

There were a lot of different people in this room from all walks of life, but the one thing which they all shared in common was that they were the audience who had come to see this violent sport in person.

Some of them were dressed in rich clothes, while others were wearing what appeared to be dirty torn rags barely holding on for dear life.

This was a place for the wealthy and rich or the poor and misfortunate to come. For the rich, It was like seeing animals fight for scraps.

For the poor it was a chance to win money, either by betting on a fighter and hoping they win.

The cage itself was just a circle, made up of iron bars which were placed tightly together and connected to three support pillars which kept the entire structure upright. The bottom of the cage was filled with sand which had been painted red.

There were no windows or gaps to speak of, the only way to go inside and outside of the cage was through the single door which was placed beside the pillar.

Right now, it was open as the referee was trying to get the attention of the crowd, which had been distracted since they were placing their bets for the next round.

"Ladies and gentleman, are you ready for the next match?"

The referee yelled, his voice was amplified by the mic. The crowd yelled back, a mixture of both excitement and the desire for violence mixed in their voices.

The referee, knowing that he got everyone's attention, continued speaking, "Tonight, in this cage, your gonna see ONLY the best of tha' best! These ain't any two bit fuckin' frag matches! We're talkin' boostergangers locked in these cages like tigers! We're talkin' the infamous Big Frank Benson with his nano frame going up against all meat 2nd corp war vet Nikal Slayer! Let's test that old maxim, Metal vs Meat!"

The crowd was now going absolutely wild, cheering and yelling at this announcement, while Lucifer looked at the cage, with a stone cold expression on his face.

"Boostergangers? 2nd corp war? What is he talking about.."

Even though Lucifer had been in this world for a while now, he still was yet to learn much of the slangs and history, which resulted in moment's like these.

"Now that we all know who's getting down, without further adieu, let's bring out Nikal Slayer!!!"

On cue, the metal doors on one side of the cage, opened up and a person stepped out.

He was a large man, who stood just about 6 feet tall and had a body full of tattoos, and even from where they were standing, they could see he was only holding a katana in his hands, his eyes replaced with fully covered metal ones.

His armor was also interesting. It was completely black, like the color of oil, with no distinguishing features or anything extra.

The crowd cheered in excitement, a woman even shouted out, "I want him in me!"

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"And now for the other side!"

The other side's door opened up and a much bigger man walked out and the moment he was in full view, the room went ballistic.

"It's Big Frank Benson, a rising legend among boostergangers!!!"

The crowd cheered louder upon the appearance of the man, as the man, who appeared to be in his forties, smirked at the crowd and raised both of his metal arms up.

A boosterganger.

A person, normally in a street gang, who has replaced most of his body with cyber implants.

Big Frank Benson had replaced most of his muscular system with various cybernetic parts, giving him an incredibly massive frame in the process.

Big Frank had on a black sleeveless muscle shirt, exposing his metal arms, which were covered in dark blue and greenish blue, with golden highlights. His cybernetic hands ended in sharp, silver spikes on the fingers.

His face was also heavily cyberized, with a cybernetic jaw and metal teeth. His head showed many implants, with numerous sockets attached to his head, and from them protruded a variety of cables and connectors.

He had thick metal plates on his feet which ended up at the area where his knees should've been, but were instead were replaced with a joint which allowed the lower half of his legs to flex.

However, it didn't stop there. A cybernetic spine ran down his back, supporting the rest of his massive frame, as he walked with a confident gait.

"Now I don't have to tell all of you folks, this is a real deal match here!"

The referee continued to speak, "We're talking some serious tech, folks! Some of the most dangerous men in New-Tokyo, goin' head to head in this here ring! So let's get this started! And remember, there's no tapping out!! If you end up dead, that's on you!"

As the match began, Lucifer turned around to look who was staring at the vip booth.

"He's here."

She said, and in response:

"Tsuyou Masumaru?"

"Yeah, him."

Lucifer nodded, and followed luna's gaze to the farthest right corner of the place, where there was a room seperated from the rest of the building with a glass sheet.

The vip area.

Tsuyou Masumaru was sitting in a seat, wearing a well tailored, and very expensive looking suit on his lean, athletic figure.

His face was very beautiful, like that of a porcelain doll. There was nothing out of place when it came to his face, no scars or flaws in sight, a picture perfect man.

His eyes were also a striking, dark black.

He was holding a glass of a red liquid in his palm, sipping it, observing what was happening in the cage with a bored look on his face.

"Well, now that he's here. Let's start the plan. After this match, why don't you go and have some fun in the cage, Sato-san? As we discussed. I'll go and look for his car."

"Sure. Sounds good."

Lucifer agreed, shifting his gaze to the cage, where the two fighters were currently fighting it out.

It certainly was an interesting fight.

If he had to compare both of them in mmorpg terms, it could be like a fight between, "A tank versus a theif? No, Nikal is more like a roughe."

Big Franks style of fighting was pretty simple. He was a walking tank for a reason, he was slow to attack, very slow.

He relied on his armor to absorb most of the damage, but once he got his hands on his opponent, which didn't take much effort considering how large and strong he was, it was over.

Nikal however was nimble yet fast, which allowed him to use hit and run tactics. But, if he even got hit once — it would be game over.

But Big Frank was playing smart, baiting Nikal to get closer before attacking.

Nikal took the bait, and this led to his downfall.

Big Frank let out a loud roar, before lifting up his right hand up and slamming his massive fist into Nico's gut, sending the man flying backwards, crashing into the cage, specially the part where there were spikes.

Yes, metal spikes sticking out of the support pillars which impaled him.

The crowd went crazy.

They loved fights like this — it was the perfect form of entertainment.

It didn't matter if it was illegal or not, or if someone died or not, the only thing they cared about was watching a show.

It was quite disturbing to look at, especially when you looked at how they cheered and jeered with excitement. Some men even shouted out things like "Rip him apart" and "Kill him!"

For someone from the 21st century, it was a bit too gory for Lucifer's liking.

That didn't mean the blood and the sight really affected him too much, no. The psychological shock was mostly filtered by the time it entered his mind through his now demonic body. Having a a moral alignment of chaotic evil wasn't really working out that great now. Well, it did have its own share of benefits though.

Still, as a former human, the sight still affected him a bit.

Nikal however, was having a far worse time.

He was coughing up a lot of blood, with a lot more coming out from the wounds on body from the impalement, and he couldn't get up. He was pinned onto the spikes, his body covered with wounds.

He was still alive, but it looked like his fate wasn't going to be a pleasant one.

"I should get going to the registration booth now."

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