End of the road. No hard feelings though, ok?

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CERTAIN TARGETS GOT TO CHOOSE their method of death, that if the assassin asked if they had a preferred way of going out or the person knew of that Varia 'policy'.

Killing is all fine and dainty, but as Varia Quality you had to do two things: plan for everything and account for nothing. Kinda contrary, but it worked for their in-house system. Long story short, make a vague outline of your plan and in case the shit hits the fan you can plan around it accordingly.

That was a lesson Belphegor had to learn the hard way under Tyrant's tutelage. (The Storm Officer refused to speak about that period of time in his life.)

As a deranged eight year old, and being a born genius on top of that, Bel had been put in training after mangling the former Storm Officer, so that he could deal with his division's bullshit. (Xanxus still had bouts of laughter when thinking of Bel's lack of understanding when it came to the consequences of his actions from back then.)

Because of how fast and efficiently Bel processed and stored information, getting the hang of one thought and staying sane got more that a few minutes at a time was a difficult endeavour for the then child. It certainly didn't help that without a certain balance, Sorms were prone to self-destructing themselves. Eaten by their flames from inside-out.

Belphegor still had moments when all sanity was defenestrated and he ran on pure instincts. He was a vicious little shit on a good day, but when he actually lost all sense of self? Yeah, no. Run as fast as possible. There was range on those wires of his.

But for all his grand gestures, the young adult Storm was much more tempered nowadays. Harmony had certainly done him good.