Zero

&lt;p&gt;Before. Before a Hairdresser could be seen as an enemy of all Heaven, he was a target for questioning. A hint towards the possible down bringing of THE Heavenly enemy. Today, the Devil’s regime ends, assaulted upon by the forces of Heaven in a bid to eternally rid the world of evil and darkness. All across the planet, impediment peoples of all walks who are thought to be in line with the Devil, are being taken care of. Thousands of screams added into the world’s already continued rain of horror is nothing to Heaven. This is the ruling of Angels and those who follow, this is the doctrine of the Kingdom.  
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a normal city street, late at night when no cars or people stroll about, a doorway of light appears at the center of a crossroads. Blinking red and green lights hang above the heads of three shining knights, their armor reflecting the exuberant closing door behind them. Once the door closes, their armor shines orange and yellow, taking on the older street lights. The leader among them nods his head over to a hanging pair of scissors, a sign made to bring in business. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Shut up and Dye!” the sign reads. The two men push past the leader, swinging their wide shoulders past the low cars at their sides. They march upright, perfectly angled with each other as they make it to a small doorway beside the entrance to the advertised salon, an entry to the apartments above the business.  
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Entering single file, the three soldiers stalk into the thin hall and slang at the walls as they do. A cat on the other side of the wall meows in heat, and the tenant shouts for it to silence. “You little slut!” The owners laugh at the cat in heat.  
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The knights keep their path, marching up to the third floor of this complex. Thick shadows cover the lights under doorways for seconds as they pass, the immense knights shading the hallways as their helms nearly touch the bare bulbs. Reaching the door to their target, the leader among them lands in front and stares at the number on the door.  
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apartment 8 – The information given to them about their target streams into his thoughts. Tenant Lockey Bennet, Age: 26, Sex: M, Occupation: Hairdresser, Known associate of Kingdom’s Chiefest Enemy, The Devil.  
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two heavy thumps land and shake the wooden door. Inside, a scurrying fleet of footsteps taps around the room, inside and to the left at the sound of it. The leader nods his head to the left and the soldier behind him leaves. “Sorry, give me a second!” A shy voice cries from inside, sounding hurried and panicked. An eye passes over the peep-hole, light drifts from the small space and the leader of these knights keeps his commendable stillness. “Uh... I don’t know who you’re looking for? But he’s probably not here.” The voice sounds about to laugh, seeing a duo of men donned in giant armor at your door definitely seems incredulous. “We’re here for you... Lockey.” His eyes widen as the roaring voice hums through his door, he raises his hand from the door and slowly paces backward.  
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lockey’s mind races with possibility and fear, wondering why anyone would come to his home, or why they’d be wearing giant cosplay armor. He covers his mouth to silence and slows his breathing, worried about what they could mean. “Uh... sure, just give me a moment.” Lockey runs to his kitchen and rummages through his drawers, lost on where anything is placed despite having lived here for 4 years. His hands tremble as he doesn’t know what to make of the last minute.  
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“They can’t be that dangerous... it’s obviously just a misunderstanding?” His thoughts tell him something different than his body as he reaches for the stand of knives on his countertop, pulling one slowly. The distinct shink of the blade alerts the knight’s ears. One hard slam of his fist into the doors knocks it loose from its bearings. Lockey jumps, dropping the bade to the floor, quickly going to catch it but even quicker reeling away from it as it could cut him. The knight kicks the door out of his way as he finds Lockey in the kitchen to the left of the door.  
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We just want to ask you about your connection to him.” The demanding officer’s eyes shine white as he pours into the kitchen. “C-Connection? T-To who!?” Lockey flusters and stumbles backward, hitting the window at the back of his small kitchen. His hand finds the edge of the window sill. The knight looks around the kitchen, seeing above his fridge is a bunch of papers and tin cans, and over to the cabinets on the other side, he sees that Lockey was likely just putting away dishes. He doesn’t say it, but he wears a fairly determinable disgust on his face. The knight's nose raises and pulls his lips into a twisted smirk. “You... Lockey Bennet...” The knight steps forward and crushes the kitchen knife Lockey had prepared. The knight barely notices, but Lockey looks to lose a semblance of hope as he does. “- have an affiliation with an Enemy of the Kingdom.” The knight breathes down Lockey’s forehead now, close to him and standing a head above him. Lockey’s own face twists in confusion, truly baffled by the man. “I-I really don’t-” The knight grabs at Lockey’s collar, pulling him up to his level. “You wreak of the Devil, Lockey Bennet. And we are here to bring divine punishment to him, and to all of his Vassals.” The Knights' eyes flare with heavenly white and ferocity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The King of Hell's vassals are being killed off in a powerful swoop under Heaven's boot. During this Holy War order, Lockey Bennet finds himself being choked by a Knight-Captain and questioned about his connection to the Devil himself. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I'm just a hairdresser!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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