Turn of fates

[ColdHarem]

Raising an eyebrow at receiving a 'tip' from the very boy who had enraged the succubi in the first place, Lorian watched him leave, calling back, "See you round." He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to see the blonde again, given how he seemed to be a magnet for trouble, but Lorian wasn't going to deny that to some degree it had been fun. Damon certainly had a presence, to put it kindly.


Moreover Lorian was still confused as to why he'd started hallucinating two Damons, wondering if it had been a succubi trick to confuse him? Knowing he'd never find out just by loitering around the riverside, Lorian walked back into town, heading over to a tavern in the centre of town. The company below was loud and noisy, but he bypassed them, climbing in through the window of one of the top rooms.


Sat at a writing desk by the window, one of the high-ranking members of the Demon family was writing some letter or something, dressed in the usual dramatic finery of her kind. She was blonde, pretty, but of no interest to Lorian outside of being his pay-off. "The ambassador is dead," Lorian said, slipping in through the window so as not to be spotted. "His body will wash up in a few days or so."


"Excellent," The demon responded, and from inside her desk draw she drew a small pouch of gold and chucked it over to Lorian, who tucked its contents down the front of his robe swiftly.

 

[Demonic Angel]

Damon made it to the tavern he casually walked in, he wasn't much of a hider and kill. He saw reason to hide as the town didn't know his real job except the tavern manager who only told Damon about trustworthy clients. He walked over to the bartender who was also the manager of the place...he sat down and waited for him to notice his presence which right as he turned around.


"Oi! So how did job go" the bartender said, drying off a glass


"Horrible, the man had no reason to Kill this victim...so I refused" the bartender looked surprised while Damon yawned, the surprise quickly became annoyed.


"You know you can't be picky Damon, he was going to pay you! And you need money!" He said


"No I don't..." Damon said frowning and looked at the front doors ,leaning against the bar table.


"Yes you do " the bartender said simply leaving it at that.

 

[ColdHarem]

Paid and dismissed, Lorian went out the more usual exit of the tavern, walking down the stairs into the bar area. He was all ready to go find somewhere to crash for the night when he spotted a now familiar head of blonde hair.


After years of paranoia, his first reaction was to draw one of his blades, and then slip in next to Damon at the bar, the knife concealed under his cloak, but ready to sink into the blonde's stomach if he tried anything. "Are you stalking me?" Lorian asked with amusement, though the concern was legitimate as he looked over at the blonde.

 

[Demonic Angel]

Damon laughed recognizing the voice and looked at him with a smile he had a bad of practically invisible strings surrounding him so if he did attack the bands would either cut his skin or start a GIANT prank... Why the precautions? He could sense their was a hostile air around him as of the moment that's why.


"No, I'm not geez I left before you did. And I'm just trying to find a job but everyone trying to kill each other to no reason.." He said he face serious at the explanation that he said quietly were only the bartender and Lorian could hear he then whispered


"No reason to be hostile...put away the weapon" he knew for a fact fighting each other wasn't always good..


(I can see Lorian being the only one able to get past Damon's pranks xD ..)

 

[ColdHarem]

( xD Heh, I feel like pranking Lorian would be the worst and best thing ever. I doubt he's ever been pranked in his life Damon's invisible string thing is pretty darn cool though)


"You want them to have a reason?" Lorian asked, genuinely curious. Whenever he took on an assassination job, he never cared about the why or the who, only the how, and more importantly, how much he was going to get paid. Sure, someday in the past he probably had morals when it came down to these things, but after the first twenty or so killings, he kind of lost track of his so called humanity and focused on the logistics.


Flushing slightly when Damon mentioned his knife, Lorian consented and sheathed it, though he kept his hand resting on the blade, cautious of just how relaxed Damon seemed in this environment, as if he had some protection of his own or knew something important. "How long have you been doing this?" He continued, nodding the bartender, who he got the impression was some kind of manager for Damon and his killings, judging by how Damon had gladly talked about killing in front of him.

 

[Demonic Angel]

The question somewhat supposed Damon, not because anything but the fact..he had forgotten when he began his job...he looked up at the ceiling thinking, his arms crossed behind his head.


"Hmm..it's been so long...I can't remember, what about you? How long have you been working Lorian?"he asked saying his name somewhat slowly, for once using his actual name instead of the little nickname he gave Lorian. Still thinking about when he started his career but coming up with nothing he frowned slightly.

 

[Demonic Angel]

@ColdHarem


Hey? You forget or no longer want to RP this? Or just busy?


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