The sun shone bright in my eyes as I walked down the road, listening to the busy life around me. The tall buildings on either side, the busy street to my left, the people walking around going from work to home, or just plain shopping. The loud conversations as people talked on the phone, or chatted with thier friends. Babies crying, females squealing, people laughing. I do not joke when I say that it was rather loud outside. I ignored the chatter by putting my headphones in and listening to Nickelback's Dark Horse album on repeat.
It was cool outside, despite the sun being out. The breeze felt rather nice, since it had been rather warm recently. The few trees in the pavement had their leaves changing colors, as if slowly giving up on life. I hugged my jacket closer to me as I continued walking down the street, heading towards the only practical place for someone like me. Faewood's Bar.
After another few moments of walking, I reach my destination. It's a tall two story glass building. The first floor was the human section. It was always lit up brightly, with tables and chairs scattered across the floor. There was a small square in the corner, that had a disco ball hanging over it. That was the dance floor, and there a small wooden bar on the opposite wall of the dance floor. On the other side of the bar, there was a set of black metal stairs which lead to the upstairs bar, with a large glass window behind it. The window has three or four protective layers on it. The upstairs bar is strictly for people like myself. Demons.
I look at the bartender cleaning the place up on the human level, and notice the few customers inside the bar. Wierd, I thought, it's only noon. Why are there already customers? I shake my head, and just nod at the bartender, as I head upstairs. Coming across the gate at the top of the stairs, I unlock it with the code, and walk past the security guard sitting in the chair on his cell phone.
Stopping to survey the area, I note how the dance area has been repolished. Up here, instead of wooden chairs and barstools, we have green padded seats. Our barstools have covers on them, and our bar is made out of warm oak, instead of cold metal and glass. Overall, this is the better part of the bar, and I am glad to be a member of it.
Walking over to the bar, I sit down and survey the people in our half of the bar. So far, there is only a few male demons sitting at a round table, probably discussing the faces of their recent kills. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear someone clear their throat behind me. I turn to see Jirime, the bartender sliding a glass of Scotch to me. I nod at him as he returns the favor and walks away to clean more glasses. I grab my glass as my phone buzzes. Pulling it out, I see that I recived a text from my boss Zach.
Don't be fooled, his name seems simple, but that is just what we call him. His real name is Zarchidium Montello. Zach is just so much easier. The message was informing me that he wanted to meet with me about a new request from his boss. I shrug my shoulders and ask if he wants to meet here. He quickly responds with a yes and that he will be here in five. I lock my phone and take a sip of my drink. I move to a two person table, and sit down to await my boss. I pull a headphone out, and turn off the music. I look out the window, and silently watch looking for the next person to possibly take.
Apparently deep in thought, I didn't notice as Zach, and his annoying self, as he sat across from me. His blonde hair sticking all over the place, and his, unique, clothing choice, which consits of jeans and a red plaid shirt, and a tan jacket over it. Coughing, and gaining my attention, I just glance over at him without moving my head. He seems to notice my attention placed on him, and he decides to speak.
"Okay, I know you don't like me. Trust me, I really don't like you either. So, let's just make this as quick as possible. You are getting a raise, basically. Well, kind of. You can trade out if you want to turn in your 3 souls weekly or, if you want to do a mission for me. From now on it's your choice. Since you turned your souls in already this week, do you want a mission or not?" He talks quickly, and just stares at me as he speaks. I finally move my head to face him in shock. Me? A raise? Someone tell Zosher, whoever rules heaven has finally gone bad.
