Chris started the day without any screaming, explosions, or people getting tossed through windows. In Hell, that's a win.
Razor trailed him, still trying to figure out how he'd gone from challenger to follower this morning. He was wearing a dark jacket now clean and simple, with Chris's badge so no one would be dumb enough to mess with him.
"Boss," Razor said, looking around, "I knew this district had a rep, but I didn't know it was this… different."
Chris grinned. "Most people don't get it. They just see the mess, not what's underneath.
See, the Chaos District was a mess loud and dangerous but Chris had shaped it. Not peaceful or neat, but balanced.
THE DISTRICT
The streets were wide and cracked, glowing red under the stone like something hot was running below. Buildings jutted up in weird shapes, with neon signs mixed with old demon stonework. Some looked like they were made out of ribs, others like skyscrapers that had lost a fight with gravity.
Huge black, red, and silver banners hung from balconies, all marked with Chris's symbol three overlapping spirals of chaos.
Demon graffiti kept changing on the walls, showing fights, deals, and mess that had gone down in his district.
Razor just stared.
"This place used to look… way worse," he said.
"Worse is putting it mildly," Chris said. "Before I took over, it was falling apart. Trash everywhere, streets jammed, fights all the time. Every corner had something nasty crawling out of it."
Razor shuddered. "I fought here once as a kid. The ground tried to bite me."
"Yeah," Chris said. "I took care of that."
THE DISTRICT TODAY
The Chaos District felt like a mix of city vibes and old demon stuff, mashed together in a way that shouldn't work… but did.
Neon lights jumped off crooked stone towers. Old cobblestone roads turned into smooth black streets that looked like veins. Huge demon statues with moving faces stood along the roads, their expressions morphing as people walked by.
The air buzzed like the whole district was awake, listening and reacting. Shadows stretched a bit more when Chris walked by, and lights straightened, like they were standing to attention.
Razor kept looking around, his jaw tight.
"This… feels alive, Boss."
"It is," Chris said easily. "Chaos needs to breathe."
Buildings shifted a bit as he walked, like the district was bowing. Doorways opened up when he came close. Streetlamps stood up straighter.
Not forced, not controlled, but responsive.
TROUBLE AT THE OUTER BLOCKS
They got to the edge of the market, where demons were arguing, trading, fighting, and threatening each other for fun, like usual. But something was wrong today.
Shouts echoed from deeper in the block louder, meaner, too intense.
Razor moved forward. "Boss, something's up."
Chris nodded once. "Let's go."
They walked into a narrow street where six demons had cornered a smaller one. These weren't just street punks they were armored, organized, and ready to do a lot of damage.
One of them saw Chris and tensed up.
"Oh crap!"
Chris kept his voice down. "Back away from him."
They didn't listen.
Razor moved before Chris could.
"Master, I got this."
Chris watched. Not ignoring him, but checking him out.
The biggest demon went for Razor with a spiked club. Razor ducked and kneed the demon in the gut, fire bursting from his leg when he hit. The demon flew back into a wall hard enough to crack the stone.
Another swung a blade.
Razor caught it between his fingers, twisted it, and slammed the attacker's head into the ground.
A third demon tried to sneak around him. Razor spun, fire flaring around his heel, and kicked the demon across the street.
Chris raised an eyebrow.
"Not bad."
Razor breathed, steady and controlled. He didn't brag or look for approval.
He was ready for more.
The other demons looked at Chris, then Razor, and took off.
"YOU'RE GETTING BETTER FAST."
Chris walked up next to him, hands in his pockets.
"You didn't waste any energy. Smart moves."
Razor kept his head down.
"I won't let you down, Master."
Chris gave him a nod. "That's why you're still here."
Behind them, demons in the district peeked out from windows. Not scared, but respectful.
The Chaos District wasn't calm or peaceful.
But under Chris, it had a rhythm, a beat, and a structure. A place where chaos had a reason.
Razor walked next to him now not a challenger, but a loyal follower of the guy who ran this place.
And the day was still going.