Just like the last one.



<i>A universally dubbed curmudgeon and self-proclaimed Satanist, this pudgy and scraggly cat overcompensates his small size for scathing detest of all humanity. Not only a steaming furball of hate, he is a conniving, malicious, malintentioned sinfest boasting a short fuse with the apathy to act with it. He also hates the popping of balloons. How he and Tenkyou manage not to kill one another is a miracle in and of itself. Hakkyou tends to keep more to himself unlike the outgoing socialite he rooms with but dabbles from time to time with those of similar tastes. These sort of folk never last long enough to be called anything like “friends.” One night he can be seen with a couple of shady men and a cluster of tagalong ladies but after that they can never be heard from again . The whereabouts of such people aren’t too enigmatic. He either disposes of their company or... “disposes of their company.” Hakkyou is the sole person to witness Tenkoyu in midst of his deeds. He became so overtaken by Tenkyou and his work that he approached to submit himself to his service as an apprentice, unknowing what exactly he had gotten himself into. It wasn’t too long before he realized it. Where Tenkyou does more care of the actions, Hakkyou’s part usually functions along the intellectual level. He may not be appealing, but his smooth talking snake tongue can rival the most charismatic of Congress. His personality to dominate and control is often so megalomanic that he is often his own worst adversary, spiraling himself into his own downfall. Despicable, manipulative, and vengeful, it’s safe to say he brings a certain rationality to Tenkyou’s life and Tenkyou a carnival thrill ride to his.</i>