"Kyros?" Jin repeated.

Diablo nodded. "Yeah. That's his name."

"Who is this Kyros?" Jin questioned, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets as he continued to walk with Diablo.

"Well, Kyros Kozakov... What can I say about him?" Diablo began. "Kyros is quite the character."

"How so?" Jin asked, his head cocked slightly to the side with a slightly confused look on his face.

"He's got a gambling addiction," Diablo told him. "Any challenges he has, he'll bend it to become game of poker or something similar." There was a pause before Diablo continued. "He's Gabriel's son... Well, technically, he calls himself Gavriil."

Jin pulled a face. "Who's Gabriel?"

"The Arch-angel Gabriel," Diablo answered him.

"What? The Arch-angel Gabriel? I thought that stuff was made up." Jin responded, shocked and wide eyed.

"Well," Diablo began. "Some of the stories are, but others aren't. The tales of some of their deeds are twisted to change power-levels. Those tales are far from true--call them tall-tales."

Jin took in the knowledge that Diablo provided for him. "Okay..."

"Anyways, back to Kyros." Diablo chuckled. "Then, he's always walking around with those dice. The man has an infatuation with them. You ask the demons to take a poll on what their weapon of choice is, Kyros is bound to tell you dice."

"Oh wow...um." 

"I know, he's weird," Diablo remarked.

"Is there anyway to get out of being assigned a demon?" Jin asked.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, there is," Diablo started to say. "Stick with me or at least don't go to far and you won't have to deal with him."

Jin eyed Diablo. "So, if I stay with you, I don't get a demon servant."

"What?" Diablo immediately exclaimed. "Jin, what do you think it means when you have a demon assigned to you?"

Jin bit his lip. "They're your servant."

"Hell no!" Diablo stopped dead in his tracks.

Jin stopped too.

"Jin," Diablo said in a low tone. "When a demon is assigned to someone, that someone's soul is gifted to the demon. The demon can to whatever they want with it. It's like an 'congrats! A mortal died in a worship spot!' Those souls are like trophies to demons. They just keep amassing them, left and right." Diablo started to walk on again with Jin following right by him.

"So, you said I just have to stay close to you and then I won't get my soul snatched? Do demons have something against reapers?" Jin asked Diablo.

"Well, yeah. Reapers are like the older sibling you don't wanna pester to the demons. If they bother us too much, we can always rat them out to Death. Then Death will deal with them. Or, she'll send a co-worker of hers, Ascelin, to do her dirty work," Diablo explained to the other man.

"What about these...sirens? What significance do they hold? I've never heard about them," Jin asked.

"Your people would call them Jǐngdí," Diablo said.

Jin's eyes grew wide. His eye color had originally been brown, but after he died, it shifted to a glowing yellow-amber.

"Sirens are a force to be reckoned with. They're terrifying. Even a couple of notes from them is enough to put a Reaper under their spell. That's why we try not to associate with them. They're unbeatable," Diablo informed Jin. 

Jin made an internal vow not to cross a siren in the future. He hoped to never see their wrath.

A few more minutes passed. They had been walking in silence.

"Diablo? Can I ask you a question?" Jin asked.

Diablo laughed. "Well, what have you been doing for the past fourty-five minutes?" He laughed some more before responding, "Go for it."

"Who's Jaispir?" Jin asked.

Diablo quickly shot Jin a glare. "Don't say that name so loud!"

"Oh. Sorry." Jin lowered the volume of his voice. "Who is he?"

"I can't tell you. You know, I don't have the clearance to tell others who someone like Jaispir is," the Reaper said. "How did you even hear that name anyway?"

"I saw a sickly boy in that shrine room. He was supposed to give my location to Satan, I guess. I was able to leave without being spotted. I did hear Satan call him Jaispir though," Jin explained the story to Diablo.

"Well, that figures. Anyway, try not to say that name Jin, okay?"

"Okay," Jin responded.

Then, Diablo came to a halt once again. He put his arm out, signalling Jin to stop as well.

Jin gazed at the building. "What's this place?"

"A place for me to... let's say run a couple of errands," Diablo responded. He approached the door, gripping the handle. He gazed back to Jin. "Since you can't come in, I'm telling you... No wait--I'm begging you to not do anything stupid. It's dangerous around these parts. And you never know who's someone just waiting to take you to Kyros. Got it?"

Jin nodded. "Got it."

"Good." With that, Diablo headed inside the building, letting the door slam closed behind him.

Jin gazed around, rocking back and forth of the balls of his feet. He then spotted two men standing a little over maybe two-ish blocks away. 

One had a gold watch, the other a silver goblet.

Jin rubbed his hands together. I'm gonna make bank, he thought. Slowly, he approached the men. They won't see me coming, his mind rang out.

"Hey," one called to him.

"Dammit," Jin whispered under his breath. "So much for trying to be sneaky."

The man in the black dress shirt smiled at Jin. "Well, it's nice to see a fellow lost soul here. What's your name?"

Jin hesitated before giving in. "Jin. My name is Jin Xiao."

The men were roughly anywhere from eighteen to twenty years old--very close in age to Jin.

The man in the black dress shirt continued to smile. "I'm Kai Dauntlev." He gestured to the man in the tuxedo. "And this is my brother Yevstakhiy. And might we say, we're very pleased to meet you, Jin Xiao."