MIDNIGHT SAINTS - [Original Anime]

S1 : EP1

Current ranks:

Fire Fox - 38,000 kills

Creature - 580 kills

Smilez - 110 kills

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"And that's all. Thanks for tuning in!" Smilez sighed, feeling defeated in his ranks.

Although, Harris just sipped on his coffee, returning a laugh. "I'm sure you'll get more.." He tried to reassure his friend. Smilez wasn't having it. "Could you get your fucking brain together, Harrison!? I could literally be eliminated!"

"Well your not suppose to be friends with me anyway." He has a point. Other angels started to look around, growing skeptical of the two men sitting near them.

Smilez quickly threw a glare and Harris went quiet, awkwardly setting down the coffee cup. I have to get more kills tonight.. I have to.

"Smilez?" Harrison muttered, laying a comforting hand on his friends arm. Smilez looked down at it with surprise, but soon relaxed into his seat. "What?" He grumbled, still not impressed.

"I'm... NOT SORRY!-" He brust out laughing thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. He was practically going to fall out his chair. Without a word, Smilez got up and exited the coffee shop.

As he passed the window, Harrison was still laughing up a strom. What a dick, He thought to himself. He traveled down the sidewalk, pulling his hoodie over his head. A light rain appeared, the wind starting to speed up. In all the chaos of ranks, Smilez had completely forgotten about the weather forecast. Not that it was any problem for him but Smilez preferred to be dry. He was a simple man. He didn't want any talk, any rush, any kind of conflict. He just wanted to get his work done and over with.

But this day was a certain trouble it seemed. Who even is this damn fire fox guy? As Smilez continued down the endless pavements, he came up to a warehouse... or a garage door?

The road came off as abandoned besides the ominous man standing there in red fashion. He quickly turned his head, sensing Smilez presence.

"Come, boy. I don't bite~" His voice was sly, a flick of his tounge rubbing against his lips as he spoke. Smilez may have been a villain, but he was still learning to not fear others. As he approached the saint, a strong smell of fragrance came off his clothes, as well a hint of oil from the large opening behind him.

"Fire fox." He introduced himself, holding out his hand. Smilez reached out, but fox snatched his hand away followed by a cheeky laugh.

"Got ya kiddo! Shucks-" He chuckled, rubbing his hands down his coat. "-i thought you might've beat me there, huh?"

No reply. "Mute? Deaf? Wow! Tough crowd." He spoke quickly, and shook his head in a playful disbelief. Unlike smilez, fox was a villain of many faces, personalities, and tricks. You think you know him? Think again.

Although he didn't look like one to kill, he was the one winning on the ranks right now.. and even smilez couldn't compete with that.

"So... this your home?" Smilez cocked a eyebrow, already disgusted and debating if he should leave.

Fox smiled and rubbed the side of his lip.
"It could be but it's a shabby joint."