Killer From Purgatory || BBS

Chapter 2

THREE DAYS EARLIER

"So, after Estherion got killed, things actually got better? Maybe it's just because I'm new around here, but how could they have been worse?" Scott asks as he takes a sip from his glass of water while the demon opposite him had a glass of whisky in front of him. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole idea of outskirts, I've only been told about the inner city."

"Well, before, it used to be a bitch to get into the inner city, because almost all of the people there are expected to one day become guardians," the grip Scott had on his glass tightens before relaxing once again, "sorry, but nowadays, as I'm sure you must know, the inner city and the outskirts have somewhat combined, and the inner city crowd is learning about the outskirts for the first time. Now it's easy to cross between the two, the portal to Earth is very much the same."

"Naturally, that son of a bitch needed to be ready for the angels to take over, leaving the outskirts to fend for themselves, am I correct?" The demon nods at him. "Alright, so I got the gist of it, what's all this have to do with the job? I'm sure you know from my previous work that I don't like to mess around, what do you want from me?" Scott downs the rest of his water and leans back in his chair, adjusting the hood of his leather jacket as his dark eyes focus again on the man in front of him.

"Oh, nothing, I just love my small talk, but, I do know that's not how you work, is it?" A quick glance at the demon's dark eyes told him all that he needed to know. "Well, I suppose you like to get straight to business, so I shall." He pulls a few photos from the inside pocket of his blazer, Scott's eyes followed his hands coolly, his fingers fiddling with the zipper of his jacket absentmindedly. "I want you to bring me the head of a guardian angel. I have some insight that this particular guardian angel is on Earth, here's a couple of pictures."

The demon reaches over and takes the pictures from him, eyes scanning the face and committing it to memory. Scott nods. "I can do that, what's my payment looking like?" He looks up to find the man holding up a small sheet of paper. There were a lot of zeros, Scott smirks. "Oh, I like the sound of that, you can certainly count on me."

He smiles at the bounty hunter. "I don't doubt that for a second, Scott. I've heard magnificent things about you."

The demon grinned with pleasure as he left the office.

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"We had an agreement." Smitty is dressed in white ripped jeans and a light gray dress shirt when he opens the door, his eyes narrowed. Nonetheless, he grants the demon entry to his home. "What are you doing here?"

Scott licks at his grape lollipop, the sweet candy stealing his attention as he lazily entered Smitty's home. His short sleeved white button-up peeked out from underneath his hooded leather jacket. Ripped black jeans didn't constrict his movements as he ignored Smitty's question and made a beeline for the couch, a smile tugged on his lips.

Sitting down, he pulled up his feet and rested them on the coffee table, admiring his combat boots as he took another lick off his lollipop. "I have a job around here, figured I could save a couple hundred dollars and crash here. You haven't done much with my room, right?"

The door shuts, Smitty turning to his former roommate with clenched fists. "This is not a part of our agreement-"

"You and your agreement." Scott rolls his eyes, picking himself up from the couch, sucking on the lollipop as he released it from his hand and let it hang in his mouth. He used his tongue to move it to the side of his mouth as he spoke. "Smitty, I'm still your friend, why are you so against me? It'll just be a couple of days!"