Gotham's always been a dump, but tonight? It's open season. And Rex? He's the top predator on the loose.
Evelyn's barely holding on. She's hidden away, patched up out of stubbornness and Rex's determination. He can't shake the image of her weakening, gasping for air while blood seeps through his fingers. Experiences like that stick in your mind. You can't just forget them; they're a burden you carry—with interest.
[DEMONIC ENERGY SURGE DETECTED. HOSTILITY LEVEL: CRITICAL.]
"Critical? No kidding," Rex growled, marching straight into Gotham's filthiest alleys.
Word on the street? The ambush wasn't just bad luck. Someone put a price on his head. They tried to catch the devil. Funny.
First place he stops: complete bloodbath. Mercs everywhere. Rebellion's a mess, bodies just… shredded and scattered. Bullets might as well be darts. Their dying screams get drowned out by the noise of gunfire and metal.
He's not fighting for style points. He's tearing the whole scene apart.
[STYLE RANK: S — SAVAGE.]
Still, it's not enough. Not even close.
The Devil Trigger buzzes beneath his skin, itching, clawing, wanting to break free. Rex lets it loose.
Boom—crimson hellfire erupts, pavement cracks, silver hair shines brighter than ever. Those golden eyes? They're far from human now.
At the second hideout? They don't even get a chance to panic. He's a wild storm—Ebony & Ivory firing nonstop, every shot a headstone. His laugh echoes down the hallway. It's not joyful; it sounds like a wolf showing its teeth. They never stood a chance.
[HOSTILES ERADICATED. REMAINING CONTRACTOR: UNKNOWN.]
"Tch. Fine. I'll burn this whole city until they come out."
Meanwhile, up in the Watchtower, everyone's watching like it's a horror movie.
Bruce looks like he's biting down on glass, jaw tense. Diana has her fists clenched, eyes fierce. Arthur's muttering curses, likely wishing he had stayed in Atlantis.
"He's losing it," Bruce grinds out.
"He's hunting," Diana replies sharply.
"If he keeps this up, there won't be a city left."
She pivots to him. "We did this. We left him stuck in the grey. Now he's facing the darkness."
Bruce goes silent because honestly? She's right.
Back on the street, Rex stands in a heap of what used to be people, chest heaving, blood everywhere. The Devil Trigger still crackles, illuminating the night.
[EMOTIONAL STATE: UNCHAINED. THREAT LEVEL: MAXIMUM.]
He's not backing down. Not at all.
Rebellion's firm in his grip. He stares directly into Gotham's decayed heart.
"You wanted a devil?" His voice is more of a growl, eyes blazing.
"Now you've got one."