"I think you'll find those negotiations fair, your Highness." he said lazily in his smug Southern accent.

The Prince of darkness frowned angrily. It was often some Southern guy showed up at his castle with a machine gun and negotiations. He tucked a strand of black hair behind his left horn, and took a sip of ale. This 'cowboy' was dressed in ripped at the knees jeans, a semi-tight T-shirt with the Confederate flag blazing proudly from the mid-chest. On a wild mess of long, strawberry blonde hair laid a traditional black bowboy hat with a skull pinned to the brim. This man, who called himself Pistol, was the epidemy of Southern pride.

Plus he threw the entire Medieval look of the whole world into complete mayhem. The inhabitants of this parallel universe had accsess to all the modern neccesities; excluding television and computers. But most chose to stay in the Medieval fashion, architexture and style.

"You gonna say somethin, horn boy?" Pistol asked, lazily pushing his hat up with the knob of his gun.

All of Saiyu's maids and guards gasped behind their hands. He was the Monarch of the night for God's sake!!

"Yeah, I'll say something. Get bent."

Pistol chuckled and made a funny sort of whistling noise. "Ah Hell Saiyu, your pretty dumb for a Prince! Damn horns must be effecting yer mind!"

More gasps; one of the maids even fainted.

"Hey, sweetheart can you bring me another un, eh?" he said winking at one the maids and raising his glass.

She giggled and took his cup with a big blush.

"Now, Pistol said lazily putting his boots up on the table," you ready to listen oh dark one?"

That probably didn't help Saiyu's anger much.

"What makes you think I'm prepares to agree to getting along with a bunch of Amish Nazis?"

The other man chuckled, buttering his accent perfectly. "Now the Kingdom and people of light aren't that annoying."

Saiyu folded his arms and smirked. "Amish Nazis."

Man, they were a parallel universe. What kind of problems would they possibly have?...Besides armed rednecks that is.

Pistol studied the horned boy's set up and whistled. It looked like a typical throne room: high ceilings, throne made of bones, bunch of maids and butlers running around. The only disitnguishing factor was that it looked like a room where necromancy would be performed. Not to mention everyone in the Kingdom of darkness had horns, differents kinds each but still horns. Saiyu's were set in the middle of his crown of long black hair, swent straight up for a few inches, than curved back to the back of his neck.

When he had first seen the 'mighty' Prince of the night, Pistol had almost busted a gut laughing.

This guy had a long, thin face with blazing green eyes half narrowed in a bored way. He was wearing armor and a cape, like a Medieval prince should, but boy did this guy look wimpy!

It was probably just the long black hair.

Pistol thought a lot of guys looked like sissies here, but that was just him. Real men have long hair...or whatever.

Rietta had told him the saying earlier and he had just scoffed at her. Rietta was, technically his friend; even though they fought quite often. She was a criminal, a performance criminal at that. If anybody could make murder seem like an art, Rietta had done it and become the master. She was a tall women, twenty like him. She never allowed anyone to look at her without that stupid mask on, or see beneath her white cloak.

Of course they would have killed each other long ago...if they hadn't met Cyreina...