Unlikely Friends

Delivered Bruiser

"Quincy, get the door."

"Quilt, you get the damn door."

"Quinc, I'll kill our toy if you don't get the door."

"Screw you."

The door opened soon after, with the male twin on the other side. "Ah look, it's the slightly popular demon with pictures on the television... Y'know, if you were to disappear, they'd just assume it was your angel friend."

"Here's the packages." Flock said as he held out the four packages of money. Quincy looked down at them and snickered "Yet, you're too useful to make disappear. A shame, really." and snatched them from the demon's hands.

He motioned for Flock to follow inside to get his payment, and reluctantly he followed him to the kitchen, walking past their torture room, where a beaten mortal sat in the chair, dancing on the line of life and death.

They stopped in the kitchen, and Quincy tore into the packages. Counting through all the money, he grinned maliciously. "Looks like someone prior to you took a bit too much of their cut... Quilt!"

His sister peeked out from the torture room, rubbing off some blood off her knuckles.

"Quinc?"

"One of the runners took too much money... You up for a hunt?"

"Definitely. We can leave our toy to recover for a bit."

"Demon. We can trust you didn't steal any money, right?"

"Yeah, I didn't take any." Flock answered, doing his best to make sure he wasn't next.

"Good. You're coming with us."

"Oo, good idea. Prove his mettle as a demon, and loyalty to the family."

"Yeah!"

"Heh, keep up with us, demon."

With that, both of them flew out the front door, Quincy taking the money with him. Flock gave an annoyed sigh, before running far behind them. After flying for twenty minutes, they stopped in front of a shack in the poorer part of the city.

Flock arrived shortly after, taking deep breaths. The twins snickered as they stepped closer to the shack, and Quilt began lockpicking the door. Soon enough she unlocked the door and stepped in, followed by Quincy and then Flock.

There was a mortal laying in their bed, frozen at the sight of the trio.

"So you thought we wouldn't notice some extra bucks go missing ey?"

"Thought we'd be blind? News flash, we see more than anyone else."

"Demon, bruise him up a bit."

Flock gave an inaudible sigh, and stepped up to the mortal and delivered a strong punch to their gut, before picking them up and tossing them around the room. After a few minutes, the twins in unison said "Enough."

"Now tell us, mortal. Why steal?"

"I-I didn't. I took my small cut and sent them off."

"Well when I counted, there was a little amount taken away."

"H-how much? I'll pay whatever was missing!"

"No no no no, then you wouldn't learn your lesson."

"Demon, up your game."

Without missing a beat, Flock kicked the mortal, before picking them up and tossing them out the room through one of the weak walls. He picked him up and shoved him back in the room, before grabbing a piece of wood and smashing it against his chest.

"Brother, what should we do with the mortal after this?"

"Kill him, easy."

"Well no, mother would be angry at us."

"Then prison."

"That's a better idea... Demon, break a leg!"

Flock gave a small nod, and smashed a hole into the floor, and he motioned for the mortal to place his knee there. He shakily begged, to which Flock formed his arm blade. Slowly the mortal shuffled to the hole, and laid down their leg over the hole.

Flock never enjoyed hurting someone as much as this, as he personally would've already killed them, but the twins were watching, and he had to keep on their good side. He raised his leg up, and stomped down onto their leg.

Quincy shuffled through the money again, before he looked at his sister.

"How much were we supposed to get today?"

"Four grand per."

"Ah. I miscounted then."

"Brother. I will shoot you."

"Demon, I'm sure you won't mind taking a longer route..."