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The news spread like wildfire in the underground. The Oni, known and feared by many, had become a wanted man, and a hefty bounty was placed on his head. It wasn't just the Death Squad who desired to eliminate him; they wanted the honor of disposing of one of their own. However, the task proved challenging as no one knew what the Oni looked like without his iconic mask.

Amidst the uncertainty, a man shrouded in mystery sat in a dimly lit room, his physical features concealed by closed curtains.

Another man hurried into the room, bowing his head in a show of respect. 

"I take it you must have a good reason to interrupt my rest?" questioned the seated figure, his voice resonating with such depth that the very air seemed to quake from its bass.

"I have news, sir! It appears the Death Squad failed to eliminate the Oni. He was injured, but there is no body," the man reported.

"He escaped, huh?" blurted the authoritative man, his lack of surprise suggesting he had anticipated such an outcome.

"Yes, sir! The higher-ups have declared him a public target, authorizing all organizations to pursue him!" The man delivering the news trembled, clearly affected by the gravity of the situation.

"I see, that is rather hasty," the man being reported to mused, lighting a Cuban cigar and placing it between his lips.

"You have done well, Alex. You may leave now," the man dismissed him, and Alex promptly exited the room.

Alex, a pale-skinned man adorned with numerous facial piercings but devoid of any tattoos, appeared to be in his late twenties. His access to the authoritative figure indicated a high level of trust, for this man was none other than the head of the fearsome Death Squad.

As the curtains swayed, a brief illumination revealed the glimmering green eyes of the enigmatic figure, but little else. "It is all going according to plan," he muttered to himself, a sinister grin playing on his lips.

- 

Alex had completed his task of delivering the message, but he was taken aback by the lack of reaction from the boss. It seemed as though the boss had anticipated the news, which left Alex astonished.

However, Alex didn't concern himself too much with the boss's indifference. Though he didn't hold a renowned position, the job paid well enough to satisfy him. He couldn't fathom why the Dons would want the Oni dead, considering the positive impact his reputation had on the underworld.

In the past, people would seek assassins from outside Japan, doubting the efficiency of those within their own country. But the Oni had shattered that perception, attracting clients from overseas who sought his services. This made the decision of the Dons all the more perplexing.

Alex knew it wasn't his place to question or speculate about the decisions made by his superiors. He had to clear his head and focus on his own responsibilities. Yet, the thought of how the Oni managed to escape a room filled with skilled killers sent shivers down his spine.

The implications were chilling. It was inevitable that the Oni would seek revenge, and the target of his wrath remained unknown.

"I don't like this..." Alex muttered to himself, a sense of unease settling within him.

-

Kenzo's transformation into the Oni demon marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life. As a literal demon now, the extent of his powers remained unknown, but Kenzo felt a deep satisfaction with his newfound state.

Returning home, Mrs. Wong was oblivious to the events that had just taken place, dismissing them as a mere wet dream. It was to be expected, as these demons initially infiltrated human minds through dreams, easily distorting their perception of reality.

Mrs. Wong couldn't believe that she had experienced an orgasm while dreaming about Kenzo, although the details remained hazy. It was a convenient ability that Kenzo had yet to unlock himself.

Suspecting that his maker played a role in these occurrences, Kenzo knew he had to delve deeper to uncover the truth. However, he couldn't fathom what motive she would have or how she could possibly reach the Dons.

"Are you going out?" Beelithina asked, but Kenzo had no intention of divulging his plans. He knew she possessed the ability to track him regardless.

"Suit yourself," she responded, aware that Kenzo was about to embark on a perilous quest that could potentially cost him his life.

"By the way, to complete your transition, you'll need to have sex with a virgin," Beelithina revealed, catching Kenzo off guard.

"I see. Thank you, Beelithina," Kenzo expressed his gratitude before closing the door behind him. He had no intention of succumbing to his demonic nature until he had eliminated every threat that stood in his way.

They had awakened something that should have remained dormant, a slumbering beast. Now, its sole purpose was to hunt down each of the four Dons.

The irony wasn't lost on Kenzo. They wanted his head, but he had become the hunter, determined to claim theirs first. 

Before he could do that, however, he needed to pay a visit to the leader of the Death Squad. Though he hadn't seen the man in person, Kenzo had a rough idea of his location based on the image captured during their video call.

The question of whether Kenzo would kill him or not remained unanswered. 

It would be determined in due course. Beelithina couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, eagerly awaiting the outcome of this conflict.

With the gates of hell not set to open for another few months, Kenzo had all the time he needed to eliminate these individuals. Beelithina could have expedited the process by joining him, but she knew this mission would only make her Incubus stronger; he had to do it alone. She pondered whether Kenzo would assume his immortal form or stick to his mortal guise during this mission.

"Kenzo, you are truly everything I had hoped for and more," Beelithina muttered under her breath, a wild smile crossing her lips.