Everything is fine until it isn't.

Won. It was decided. The new mayor of New York had been chosen. The predictions were good before. There was a lot that looked like it, but the fact that it would actually happen was another story altogether.

Victory for Fisk.

Never in his life would Devon have thought that Wilson Fisk would win. The Kingpin. Although, considering all the things the man controlled and all the people on his payroll, not too surprising. Thank you for the fake picture.

"And now we have to 'live' with this grandiose decision," Devon grumbled, tossing the TV remote aside after turning it off and throwing her head back, groaning as she walked in circles, "It just can't be true. New York is so stupid."

"Stupid is a little harsh," a chuckle escaped the short-haired man who could only be amused by the news, "It's New York."

"You eat what you're served. It's the same everywhere. It's not New York," Devon shook her head dismissively, "Von Doom has done so much for the city and the people in the last few years. Then Fisk shows up, hands out candy and makes everyone think he's their savior. A year later, the tormentor is elevated to the heavens and the man who has been there for the city for years is ignored."

The new great benefactor. Wison Fisk. And the sad thing was that so many people blindly believed it all.

There were, however, rumors of a devil who, funnily enough, had conspired with Fisk and his machinations. A few months after the suit made a name for itself in the underworld, sightings began.

Rumors. Nothing more than rumors, if Devon was anything to go by.