The limousine interior glowed softly in the dim light, casting shadows that masked the passengers. The soft hum of the engine created a soothing yet tune in the background. The smell of leather was in the air, as the plush seats, arranged comfortably, promised a cocoon of comfort.
On the inside there were three people of note.
One had an imposing, muscular build. His spiky, unkempt hair, which defied gravity; had a dark appearance, while his scarred face made him appear even fiercer. His single visible eye exudes a sharp, authoritative gaze. The other eye was covered by a dark-leather eye patch.
Sitting at the rear of the vehicle, he impatiently changed the channels on the flat-screen to pass time.
THUD
"Hmm, what was that noise?" He paused.
His eye twitched as his hand drifted towards a hidden weapon, his breath caught in his throat. The limousine's interior suddenly felt too quiet, the hum of the engine almost deafening in the stillness. The seconds stretched out, thick with anticipation, before another voice finally broke the tension.
"Probably just a pothole boss." The other person reassured.
His hair, a deep shade of purple, is neatly combed back. His deep, violet eyes are a shade of amethyst, shimmering like a polished gemstone. They're constantly, scanning the area, taking note of their surroundings. Contrary to his relaxed posture.
He's dressed in a black business suit that fits his athletic build perfectly. The jacket is open, revealing a crisp white shirt and a dark tie. His polished black shoes rest firmly on the floor, and his hand rests lightly on his knee, close to the concealed weapon in his jacket.
In that moment the server brought both of them glasses of sparkling wine with a tray of bottles of every variety, before taking his leave. A few moments later, both were done with their drinks.
On either side of the young man, two beautiful women are slumped against the plush, lounge-like seats, completely passed out.
"You know.... this city really needs some work done boss."
He slurred his words.
"Maybe I should ask the cul-"
"Be quiet!"
"Huh?!"
The man had enough of the youngster's nonsensical behaviour.
"Raymond!" He called out.
"Yes!"
He stood up, bumping his head on the roof.
"Ow!"
SIGH
"Sit your ass down."
"Right!"
Raymond's hand trembled slightly as he lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the floor. The boss was calm, too calm in fact.
"Really, how can you call yourself a bodyguard in this state."
The words hung in the air, sharp as a blade, cutting through the silence of the limousine. Raymond swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his boss's gaze bearing down on him. He bowed his head.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm a light drinker."
"I can tell."
The young man looked slightly dejected at the remark.
"Never mind. It's my fault for allowing you to drink on the job."
The humming of the engine kept on running in the silence.
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Born With A Divine System
FantasyWhat happens when God dies and you are chosen to replace them? How will our mc fare against fallen angels, the undead, monsters and demons alike. Then what would his system be like? What will it give him and what will it want in return? Finally, wha...
