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SINFUL MONEY
The fan squeaks overhead, spinning like it's dying slowly. A busted neon light flickering red and blue glows through the blinds. There's the sound of the door creaking open, then boots hitting the tile, one lazy step at a time.
"If I had a dollar for everytime Enzo promised a simple job, I wouldn't be three months behind on rent." Dante mutters under his breath.
Stepping inside, soaked from the rain, red coat trailing water washes out the blood from his recent Job. He doesn't knock. Never does.
"Dante! My man! You're late!" Enzo's gravely but high pitch voice says to the white haired devil hunter.
Dramatically, Dante drops onto the chair as he places his mud covered boots onto Enzo desk, not caring what's on top and he mindlessly picks his nose with his pinky finger.
"You called me at 3 a.m. for a 'big score', not a bedtime story. This better not be another exorcism taco stand."
Enzo waves his hands shooing away Dante's words, "Nah, Nah this one's real! Straight from the Vatican. High price, low-risk. You'll love it."
Dante's face scrunched up a bit, before being replaced with his signature smirk, "you had me at high pay, then lost me at Vatican."
"Still, this will pay great-" suddenly Enzo was interrupted with a slam of his office door being opened.
"So much for a clean job, Enzo." The door busted open hard. Jacket covered red and torn, hands stained reddish-brown, water from the rain streaking down through the dried blood like a war paint. A severed demon horn clatters on the floor.
"Speak of the devil, and another walks in! My two favorite Devil hunters, do I have the job for you __!"
Dante looks __ up and down, an entertained look covering his face at the dramatic entrance.
"This the clean-up crew, or did the job get harder than expected?" He shoves a fingerless glove covered thumb toward the direction __ stands.
Deadpanning, __ responds to the snarky comment "had a bite, bit back harder. "
Shrugging casually, a look was shared between them with a 'fair enough' atmosphere.
"Name's Dante. Do you always make an entrance like that, or am I just lucky?" Dante remarks, a grin on his face, looking like a child at a candy store.
"__. And yeah, you're lucky," casually flicking off a piece of the demon gunk off of his shoulder.
His energy quickly changed to annoyed, turning to Enzo to flaunt their bloody cloak.
"but you, are paying for my dry cleaning! That thing projectile vomited blood on me."
"Wait... that's an option?!" Dante turns around in genuine shock, hand raised like he's just learned something profound.
Chuckling nervously, Enzo quickly changes the discussion, "Haha, you two have such good chemistry already! You're going to love this __!: ancient curses, underground cults, and the Vatican wants it handled quietly. Which is why I need both of you. Two-for-one deal baby!"
__ just sighed in disbelief; a side-eyed look was sent Dante's way, scanning his very childish mannerisms, hoping that this job is as good as he claims to be.
"Alright, __. Let's see if you can keep up." It seems as though the taller man has already taken up on the offer and job for the money and the entertaining display of the man before him.
"Yeah, try not to slow me down." __ says, having already grabbed the address, heading out with the man in the red coat.