Next Mission and Guest.

"This meeting is just the preparation of something bigger." I told them.

"Something bigger?" Ponzu questioned.

And I nodded.

Menchi looked at me. "Who are we going to rob? Maybe create a war or spread a plague?"

"Fufufufu. Its nothing like that. Shiro has managed to obtain information that the house of Nebiros started performing experiments on Nekomata. The house Nebiros started conducting research on creating artificial Super Devil. They entrusted this task to their servants, a branch family of the House of Naberius. This is according to the information that the government currently has." I explained.

"Why hasn't the government acted yet, if they already know that? As far as I know, it is extremely illegal to hunt down races and perform experiments on them. At least the Satans don't want that kind of image on their government." Menchi inquired.

"The problem is that they have no evidence." I shaked my head. "They have suspicions and some researchers ratted out the actions of the house Nebiros to Sirzechss. It should take at least a year for them to have enough evidences to incriminate both Naberius and Nebiros. After they have the evidences, the entire underworld is going to shake. Not only is one of the 72 Devil Pillars involved, one of the 6 Lucifer houses is also involved." I smiled. "Our job is rather simple. We will intervene before the government has time to destroy the Naberius and Nebiros houses."

"Are we going to rescue the Nekomata?" Ponzu asked while she looked around.

After her question, everyone stopped and began to look at each other for a few seconds before we broke in a laughter. Even Ponzu was laughing at her own joke. Balalaika was looking at us like we were crazy.

"Rescuing the Nekomata?! We are no heros. Our main objective is the research that the Nebiros clan has collected. If the Nekomata get in the way, its simple, kill them. I have no interest in broken toys." I ordered. "In the next days I should receive my Devil Pieces, after that, we will resurrect Pakunoda. While this is happening, Shiro will search for possible locations in the underworld. Locations that the Nebiros can hide. They should be close to the territory owned by the Naberius clan, and at the same time, in a place that no High-class clan owns any land." After I told them our objective and the mission briefing, all of them nodded.

After seeing that they understood, I turned to the bound woman. "Why is she here?"

"She is Balalaika, a mafia leader. She was the one that was causing trouble in our territory." Menchi explained.

"I know who she is, the question is why is she here?" I asked again.

"I think that she is interesting and she would probably be a nice present for you." She said.

After looking st Balalaika for a few seconds, I turned to Shiro and Neon. "Let me get up, I want to talk with her." Both of them complained for a while until they agreed and hopped off of my lap.

After they did, I got close to Balalaika and took the gag out of her mouth. "Balalaika, its a pleasure to meet you." I looked at her eyes. "Interesting. You are someone who wants war. I can see it in your eyes. You fought in Afghanistan and, because of it, your were scarred for the rest of your life. Not only physically." I got even closer and touched the right side of her face, grazing my hand on the big scar she had. "But also mentally. What is it? Everyone has their own issues. So what is yours? Abandonment? No that is not it..." I looked deeply inside her eyes. "Ohhh... its daddy issues, isn't it?" I grinned while Balalaika headbutted me.

However, she was the one that ended up contorting in pain instead of me. She was not expecting for her attack to not work and backfire. I only stood there, looking at her bleeding forehead. "You're way to weak to hurt me in any way."

"Fuck you." She spat on the floor.

"You have been through war. You faced many atrocities, were betrayed by your homeland... and yet, you were never afraid, neither you will ever be. I can torture you and do whatever I want with you but you will not yield. Fufufufufu. I like your courage." I grabbed her neck. "You believe that there is no justice in this world, I can see it deeply in your soul. The strong remain strong and the weak remain weak. The horrors of war have taught you that. But... I'm not interested in any of that." I threw her body on the ground. "I have 0 interest in you to be honest. You know to much and I will not risk it, at least not now, that is why you will die." I turned to Menchi. "Menchi feed her to the dogs."

"What a shame. I liked her character." Menchi shrugged while she grasped Balalaika's long hair.

"Wait... we don't have a dog." Machi said.

"Menchi, find a few dogs and feed her to them. Rather simple, right?" I said before I walked towards my seat again.

"Wait, Nii." But I was interrupted when Shiro walked to me.

"What is wrong?" I stopped and asked.

"I want her. She will be a perfect right hand for me." She said.

'Hmm. I really don't want to refuse her request. But I don't want her to risk her life.' I pondered.

(You can place a Slave Seal on her, that way she will not be able to kill Shiro even if she wants.) Nyar suggested.

'Maybe...'

"Balalaika has a network outside of Moscow and that can help our mafia family expand to other countries. She also doesn't lack guns and still has a lot of loyal subordinates that were veterans of the russian army. If we can get them all, it will be a huge boost in our strenght in Russia." She said.

"I will never help you in any way or form! Uhhrg." Balalaika exclaimed that right before she was kicked by Menchi on the stomach. "Shut up. I didn't allowed you to speak. You're about to die because of your stupid pride." Menchi said.

"If you keep talking, you will lose your head." Machi warned her.

"Hmm... fine. But you must make sure that she is properly trained." I said after I pondered enough.

Shiro ran and hugged me. "Nii, you are the best!"

I just petted her head.

"Nii, you don't have to worry, I will make sure that I will train her properly." She said that with sadistic smile.

When I saw that smile, I could feel that entertaining situations were going to happen more often, and that, made me smile too. After Shiro released me, I went near Balalaika, grasped her hair and lifted her until her face was in front of mine, with my other hand, I covered her mouth since I didn't want her to spit on my face. "Sofiya Pavlovna... you better listen closely. If you dare to hurt my little sister..." I made an insane smile, a smile that no normal person should have. "I will turn you into a living sex dool, for that, I will cut your vocal cords, so that you cannot scream, I will cut your legs, so that you cannot run, and I will cut your arms, so that you cannot fight back. After that, I will make sure that you get raped by all asia. I will drag your naked limbless body on the streets of the asian countries and I will accept any amount of money to let the most dirty men have a good time with you. Be it homeless people, people infected with sex diseases, drug addicted, even animals will take a turn. And to finish, I will burn you alive. And don't you think that you would die before that happen... I willl make sure that you live through the entire process, from the moment you are raped to when your body catch on fire until it turn into ashes." After saying that, I released her. "And don't you dare to doubt me. I never back down in a promise." After saying that, I turned to everyone. "This meeting is concluded. We will all stay in the underworld for a while before the big score happens. Any objections?"

"No." They answered.

"Good."

(Balalaika POV)

'How did it ended up being like this? I just wanted to earn the right to participate in the Olympics, represent the country that I once loved. However, I was born a woman, my Father and Grandfather were powerful man in the Soviet Union, so the higher ups gave me a chance. I would fight in Afghanistan and after the war was over, I would be allowed to participate in the Olympics. I fought for the country that I believed in, I was tortured for that country and I gave my entire soul to defend that country. But when I returned from afghanistan, I had nothing. The country that I fought for, was gone. My life had no meaning anymore. This was the same for the men under me. War became my life.

I live in the past. With only one objective... fight another war and die. Me, together with my men, still wears our old uniforms. The uniform of a dead Empire. I hate where I am and I want another Great War to break so that I can fight again. I want to end my personal hell. Playing in the mafia was better than nothing at all. Its funny how that monster saw right through me. My void meaningless life was not the only thing that I brought back from the sands of Afghanistan, I also brought back my sight. I can see that this world is devoid of justice... why would someone like me believe in justice?

I participated in the atrocities of war and I saw how the ruling class destroyed my homeland. The people, soldiers, and civilians alike, suffered from their decisions. The ones at top, stood on top, while the weak were thrown away like useless toys. One decision of the people on top and thousands die. My Father and Grandfather were completely unaffected by the war, however, in the Soviet Union, things wete the complete opposite of what we idealised. We were supposed to be a country in which one person shouldn't have what another can't. But in the end... my Grandfather never faced justice for his actions. It didn't matter if his actions were right or wrong, he would never face justice. There was no justice. Neither in the west, that I hated, nor in the east, that I fought for. Justice is not a right, it is a privilege.

Only the people in power have the right to enforce justice. Their morality doesn't mean shit. I might hate the monster that captured me, but I respect him. After all, he is way more powerful then me... looking at my current situation, I'm being led by a child to a room while crawling like a dog. What a disappointment I am. I was a respected Captain who led my soldiers to battle... now I'm nothing beyond a dog that was given as a present to a child.' After we got inside the room, the child sat on a bed and placed her small little fist against her head.

"Hello. My name is Shiro and I am your new Master." She said.

"I have no Master." I told her.

"Hahahaha. You don't get it, do you. You are currently captured and no one is going to save you. If you obey me, I might just let you regain some of your former control of the mafia." She proposed.

"I will never obey a kid."

"You have no choice. You will obey me, either you like it or not." After saying that, Shiro got down of the bed and approached me.

After she got near, she slapped my face. 'A kid like her don't have enough strenght to hurt me.' Or so I thought.

Her slap hurt a lot. After slapping me again, she said. "If you are a good dog, then I might give you a couple of wars to fight. Oemitsu loves to cause chaos."

This made me widen my eyes. 'Fighting in a war again. This truly is an interesting proposal. Even if I had to be a dog of someone else, I wouldn't mind it. It was not that much different from fighting for my country. My life was meaningless in my own country anyway.'

"Hahahaha. From what I heard from Oemitsu, you want war. Your body wishes for it. You life is dedicated to it and the only way that you will get what you want, is by obeying me." Shiro said this while she sat on the bed, took off her shoe and her thigh high stockings before she shoved her feet at me. "Lick it. Lick it if you want to fight in a war again. Not in a single one, I will give you multiple ones to fight. As my right hand, you will have enough conflicts until the end of your existence."

'Either I die here trying to kill this kid and preserve my pride... or I get to live for another day and fight in another war, at the price of becoming her dog.' Fighting back with my pride, I leaned and began to lick her feet.

"Good. I will train you well." Shiro said.

'I knew that from that day onwards, I had given up of my freedom for another chance in a battlefield. And from then on, I became this little girl's dog.'