Issue 1 Downtime

"Oh, what a beautiful ruin they made of you, Nephilim." The speaker crackled as robotic arms sprung from the floor and wheeled a gurney toward Ryan's wounded form.

"Just how is Auntie Hellsmith going to be able to fix you up this time?"

"Quickly." he said, trying to cover up any vulnerability from his wounds "I want to kill those bitches."

"Ah, that's going to be tricky. Someone knew what they were doing..."

The arms lifted him up onto the gurney.

"The Mockery and Chthonia, so yeah." he grunted.

"Ah, such cute little names they have. We'll have to become better acquainted."

"The might be your type." he replied, smiling thinly.

"Somehow I very much doubt that, darling," there was a dry chuckle over the speaker as Ryan was wheeled to a room full of tile and sterile instruments.

"Don't try to tell me you like your women sane." he said, managing a more genuine smile.

"I'm rather not a people person..."

"Pity, that." he said, stretching out on the gurney.

"Now, this may sting a bit..." She said as the robotic arms fetched implements from the tables and she began her tender ministrations upon him.

And for the second time that day, Nephilim started screaming.