"Depends where you are from, I guess." Nero sat on a long bench behind the shooting booths and took out his double-barrel revolver, checking the safety, the trigger, the hammer and the ammo. Yeah, everything in its right place. "My town was pretty into that stuff. Worshiped the demon guy who locked the demons in their world as if it were a god and everything."

And both of his sons are here in this world, too, he thought, but didn't say.

Nero arched an eyebrow at that last question. "I told you: They only care about power. They'd probably make it a battle ground for their bullshitty squabbles to see who becomes the strongest."

Never mind that Nero still had that voice in his head, whispering, echoing demands and pleas for more power, purring whenever something demonic absorbed into his demon arm.

"So, did you bring a gun or are you gonna have to use mine?" he gave Gojyo a once over, since he hadn't even bothered to check any signs of arms on him. Heh. If Credo ever knew, he'd just roll his eyes and shake his head with that glare of his.

Wherever his soul was now, anyway.