(I wouldn't mind if Mech came into my story.)<br/><br/>I smiled as my butler came to me, completely unperturbed by the dead body of the Don, in fact, I'm sure he was quite glad the old man had met his match. He handed me a cancer stick, I took it all too happily, I carefully took out my lighter from my right pocket in the tux. I sucked on the cigar. Smoke wisped out between my lips. "Butler. I killed a succubus today, a old and powerful psychotic killer, a whole town, and a young, beautiful girl."<br/><br/>"You're quite the man, RoTT."<br/>"Am I really a man?"<br/>"I don't know anymore, how could one like you have lived this long? It is all too much for a man."<br/>I frowned. "No shit."<br/><br/>The mafia were busy devastating the town. The three girl spawns of hell were taken as civilians. Wooing men filled with joy at the thought of killing ran up to them, surrounding them with black tuxes and greedy grins. "Take off the clothes." The voice came from the direction of a gun that was now level with Linda's head, it was pressing against her cheek. Many mafia didn't join the circle of others, them seeing they had no chance of getting any of the fun within the circle, there was more to kill elsewhere among the town, so that's what they did.