In Hell or the underworld. Whatever you wanted to call it. Things had been much simplier, and yet much more difficult. The human world was complex but once you got it down it was easy to take it over. Nero had spent 500 years in hell, trying to work his way back into the human world. But now as he stood on the top of the apartment building he stood upon. He felt himself getting far more rusty, in the human world. He had fought recently with a watcher from above. He had killed her but at the cost of nearly greatly injuring himself. Back in hell beofre he left, there as very few who could challenge him. Ryu, the generals, and lucifer himself were the only ones Nero felt could even hold a candle to him. And yet he had to transform for that simple angel. He felt disgusted, and greatly anoied by this fact. If he was to lead this world one day soon. He would need to re gain his strength.