"Were those statues there before?" Buer waves his little cuttlefish tentacles and moves his finger across the paper. "They're new. A different icon for each of the Seven Noble Virtues." He's not lying. They're all there. All the personality quirks that give Hellions a massive cultural hard-on. Cunning. Ruthlessness. Ferocity. Deception. Silence. Strength. Joy. They're represented by a collection of demonic marble figures with leathery wings and forked tongues, bent spines and razor dorsal fins, clusters of eyestalks and spider legs. The colonnades look like the most fucked-up miniature golf course in the universe and they're on what's supposed to be the new City Hall. "I have an idea. How about instead of the Legion of Doom we put up the Rat Pack and the lyrics to 'Luck Be a Lady'?" "Excuse me?" says Buer. "What I mean is, it looks a little fascist." "Thank you." "That wasn't a compliment." --