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It was a rainy night in Limbo City, and in an apartment building, there was an office without any name, and inside, sat on a chair, leaning his legs on the messy table, without a top, there was Dante, son of the legendary demon Sparda, eating a slice of peperoni pizza while reading a swimsuit magazine.
And by reading, just seeing the hot models posing.
Pizza boxes tossed all around the room, some rats walking around, and the lights flickering, maybe because they are old. Maybe because they haven’t been paid in months. Probably both.
The door was open and Dante’s first response, without even looking who it is, was a simple “We’re closed.”
A chuckle made Dante smirk as J.D. Morrison, took off his hat and hung it on the coat rack with a broken leg. Morrison brings him all his work now at days, due that Enzo and him... cut ties let say.
“Dante, when was the last time you were open?” Morrison asked and Dante shrugged.
“You tell me. I am taking your jobs after all, am I now?” He smirked as he turned the page with greasy finger and Morrison lighted a cigar and looked around the trash can of an office.
“Why I do help you, you need some initiative too. After all, your debt is not going to be paid by itself.” He joked as he took from his coat a folder. “But anyway, I got you a new job you may like.”
He tossed the files on the table and Dante sat properly to grabbed them, while holding what remained of his pizza with his mouth. And as he opened it, he dropped his food, seeing the bombshells in it.
They were, from what he can tell, Asian chicks, way more developed than the models in the magazine he was reading, in some sort of uniform. He let out a wolf whistle “So what’s the deal? Are these succubus or somethin’.”
“Well, from what the client said, they are just demons. But not any kind, but some sort of royalty, staying in a prestigious Japanese School. They paid the tickets, first class also, for you to go and infiltrate.”
Dante raised an eyebrow “Don’t you mean, eliminate? Like all the other jobs I do?”
Morrison smirked “The client was really persistent that you enlist in the Academy, track all demons, and then; eliminate.”
“So, he is paying me to go to school.”
“In part, yes.”
Dante closed the folder, leaned his legs back on the desk and reached for another slice of pizza “Tell this guy I’m not interested.”
Morrison chuckled “Come on now Dante, he is willing to pay half in front, and he will cover all your expenses in Kuoh.”
Dante stopped from eating the first bite of Pizza, as he heard the name “Kuoh?”
Morrison nodded “The name of the town you will be staying at, where the academy is located.”
“Kuoh, huh...” Dante muttered as he remembered, a simpler time, when he, his brother and mother went to Japan, many years ago, to a peaceful town with the same name...
Dante sits back up, and opened the folder again and Morrison smiled “So, taking the job?”
Dante nodded “Yeah, it... it can’t be all that bad.”
And in cue, the lights, jukebox, and everything connected to power, turned off, leaving both men, in darkness, and Dante groaned loudly.
Morrison hummed as he went to the exit “I’ll use part of the money to put the lights back on, maybe clean this place a little bit. The tickets and papers are on the end of the folder.” He picked up his hat from the coat rack, and moved out of the way as it finally gave up, fell over and broke. “Enjoy your trip and stay, Dante.”
Dante hummed as he kept starring at the red-haired chick, with the limited light there was, with bold letters just saying ‘Main Target’.
“Rias Gremory...”
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