The Darkest Knight

Chapter 8

Third POV
October 28th
10:30 AM

Percy stepped off the elevator in his building and walked down the hall until he reached a door that read '7b'. He knocked on the door, hearing a loud curse and a few clangs Percy chuckled. The door swung open to show an old woman with graying blonde hair and light brown eyes. She was dressed in a slightly oversized gray, long sleeved shirt and light blue jeans. Lastly, she wore dark gray socks.

The woman is covered in grease stains, her face being smudged with the stuff and her shirt and arms practically painted with it.

"Hey Nell, you called?" He asked. "Yea, come on in." The old lady said and walked back into the apartment. Percy walked in as well, stepping over some metal scrap. "So, what do you need?" He asked. "Ha! I don't need shit from you boy. You need something from me though." Nell laughed. Percy laughed. "Such an arrogant woman." He said like a movie villain. "Shut it, shit for brains." Percy just laughed.

"Alright, alright. What is it that I apparently need so bad from you that you called me?" Nell almost tripped over a muffler part, but Percy caught her. "You'll know when you see it." She grouched. Percy shook his head in exasperation. "Dear gods woman." He muttered. "Wait here." She said pointing at a chair in the living room. Percy sat down and crossed his legs while folding his hands on his knee.

Nell walked into the spare bedroom, which her and Nico had made into a workshop. He heard her tinkering with something, dropping things, cursing, picking them up only to drop them again and curse even louder.

"There we go!" She exclaimed and walked out the back. She was dragging a giant anti tank rifle. "Here." She said and held it out, the gun making a loud thud on the floor. Percy stood up and walked over to the woman. "Well, well. Isn't she a beaut?" Percy asked and picked up the rifle. "Got some weight to it." He said testing it. Nell scoffed. "As if you'd notice." Nell said. "I've trained myself to notice things that a human would." Percy retorted. Nell just scoffed again. "No information?" Percy asked.

"Modified Lahti L-39 20mm anti tank rifle. Shortened barrel, wood hand guard which ain't normal on that type of gun and a carry handle in front of the magazine housing." Nell described. "Nice. Rounds?" Percy inquired. "High penetration type. Made of pure holy silver." Percy raised an eyebrow and apparently, she just sensed this.

"Got it from the Vatican. Blessed by the pope himself." Percy smirked. "Got damn woman, I love you." He said. She threw an empty beer can at him. Percy caught it causally. "Price?" He asked. Nell just tapped her cheek. Percy chuckled and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks for the gift old timer. Don't know what I would do without ya." He said. "Still kick ass cause you don't need guns and just think they're cool." Nell said as a matter of factly. "Don't discredit yourself. You play a bigger role in my life than just gunsmith." Percy smiled. "Ew, you flirting with me? Boy I'm more than twice yo age." She said. "And I'd still turn that desert into a rainforest." Percy said and teleported out before Nell could get him back.

Lucky him since she immediately pulled out a gun and let loose an entire clip where he was. Nell huffed and put the gun down, replacing it for a can of beer.

Percy reappeared in his apartment in front of Seras, who looked up at him. She then looked at the gun in his hands and a smile slowly stretched its way on to her features. Percy slowly grew nervous at the look on her face. Suddenly she squealed loudly and glomped him. The two fell, with Percy landing on his ass.

"Dear gods, what is it?" He asked. "We're matching now master!" She exclaimed happily. Percy was confused until he remembered Seras' Harkonnen. An anti tank rifle. Much bigger than his new gun, but the same purpose all together. "Ahh, I guess we are. Aren't we." He said patting them girl's head. Seras rubbed her face on his chest like a happy cat. "So, where is everyone else?" Percy asked. "Sally and Harley went to work. Trish came back. She's in your room taking a nap." The blonde replied.

Percy raised his eyebrow. Trish normally stayed in a hotel or somewhere else. She never stayed in the apartment for too long, even going so far as to take the longer missions that had her leaving the country.

"That's odd." Seras nodded, but seemed to not exactly get it. Makes sense, Seras is fairly new to the 'group'. Percy met Trish only a few months after he met Sally and he met Seras around last year. By the way, Percy met Sally when he was nine, borderline ten. Seras finally got off of him and Percy stood up. He walked into his room and found the blonde demon laying in his bed. She's laying in her stomach, making her unnecessarily large breasts squish agains his bed and drawing his eyes to her round leather covered butt.

Percy ripped his eyes away from the sleeping demon and grabbed the things he'd need for a shower. After a thirty minute shower he went back to his from and got dressed. He wore a white under a shirt, a black button up with gold kanji on the back that translates to 'Over the Heavens and Under the Heavens, I Alone Stand Supreme'. A bit conceited? Yes, but it's Percy. He has a right to be just a tie bit arrogant.

He also threw on a pair of black pants and some white boots. He kept the black jacket open so that the boots made sense. He left the room, leaving Trish a note before so.

"Come on Seras, let's take a walk." He said. "Right!" She exclaimed enthusiastically and followed her master out the door.