HOW LONG?

The night was tranquil and the moon shone brightly. This dirty and crammy place was better than the noisy sounds from all the music inside the building. He favored this kind of serenity more.

Once Chaos was in the empty alley and the sound of loud music faded away into the background, he pulled out a cigarette and put it between his lips. The other end of the stick lit with a small fire and crackled before white, soft smoke floated into the air.

He closed his eyes, basking himself under the cool light of the moon when someone greeted him.

"Smoking now, huh?" A man suddenly appeared in front of Chaos, leaning lazily against the wall behind him, while staring at him through his yellow eyes. "Just because you can't die, it doesn't mean you can smoke all you want."

However, Hades cringed when the tip of his shoes was set on fire. He shook his legs and the fire disappeared.