"Surprise motherfuckers," Uriel shouted as when inside his favourite bar. Everyone in the bar immediately diverted their attention to that man who slammed the doors of the bar so hard that the building shook slightly. Uriel took confident steps and walked to the bar table that the bartender was working behind. "Again with you dramatic entrances," the bartender said as he wiped the beer mugs clean. "If you break the door again I'll make you pay for the damages." "C'mon, don't worry," Uriel chuckled, "That door isn't that weak." The moment Uriel said that, one of the entrance doors fell onto the floor because the hinges came loose. The bartender smacked his head with his palm as Uriel scratched his head in slight regret. "That's another three hundred bucks to pay for that door," the bartender slammed his head onto the bar table, in frustration. After all, it wasn't the first time Uriel had broke the entrance doors. "Like I said about two seconds ago, you're paying for that!" "Okay okay," Uriel replied, putting his palms in front of the bartender, before slowly walking out of the building. "But that's if I get hired again." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jesus how long has it been since I last got hired, Uriel thought as he walked down the main street of his township. It had been three months since he last got hired to assassinate someone or something. He didn't really mind though, as he was hired just enough to support himself financially. At the same time though, he began missing the thrill of hunting his targets. He turned left to walk down an empty alleyway. As he was strolling, he heard noises coming towards his way. As soon as he turned around, he was greeted by a knife in his face. Instinctively, he shifts his head sideways to ensure he didn't lose an eye for nothing. "Shit," Uriel muttered under his breath, before drawing his knives out, too. When the attacker went in for another slash, Uriel parried it with one of his flick knives and threw another one with his other hand into the neck of his opponent. The attacker went down instantly, but then another two pounced out of nowhere. What the fuck is going on? Not missing a single step or opportunity, he took down each of the ambushers quickly and made them drop like flies. When he stabbed the last attacker, he was covered in blood, with a lot covering his light brown hair as he wasn't wearing his hoodie. Then, he heard the sound of slow clapping. Taking no chances, he threw a knife at the source, but the source immediately evaded the knife and made its way to Uriel's line of sight. "I knew you weren't a shabby killer. Sorry about my men." The source, who was actually a mage, complimented, although this made Uriel more uneasy. "The name is Astaroth by the way, and I would like you to do a little...favour for me." "Huh? Well, then explain?" Uriel's eyes lit up. Finally a mission. "How should I put this..." Astaroth started, walking around in circles, "You see, there's this demon that has been wreaking havoc in this district, in fact this city. The long and short of it is that this demon is stealing the souls of some the best assassins..." "Continue..." Uriel said. "And because of that, I started to have trouble to find good assassins to do this mission. You're one of the very few assassins left I know that has a chance to complete this mission." Astaroth continued as requested by Uriel. "If you don't accept it I un-" "I accept this mission!" Uriel shot his hands out and started shaking Astaroth's hands furiously. "You mean you don't mind how this mission can result in your death very easily?" the latter's eyes widened in shock. "Not really, no." Uriel replied. It can't be that bad right? "Well, then," Astaroth coughed to clear his throat. "Apparently, this demon's name is named Zecro and it looks like this." He held up a grainy picture of a shadowy figure lurking around the sidewalks of a town. "Can you make do with this? It's the only picture I have for this demon. It's extremely fast." "Don't worry," Uriel reassured, and took the picture out of Astaroth's hands. "I'll jump onto this mission right away. See ya!" Uriel slapped the back of Astaroth's shoulders and ran off. The latter could only slowly wave his hand left and right, as he showed a worried face. I am so going to regret this, Astaroth thought to himself.