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A high pitched bell rang loudly as the bar's door opened for a new customer. The person standing in the doorway had no intention to drink or mingle, for they were just the lowly henchmen of a powerful crime lord . A henchman with one job: Find the assassin, The angel of Death.
The bar itself was quite busy, especially for the hour of the day, but it wasn't hard to pick out the man he was looking for. For one he was alone, whereas everyone else was laughing, spilling their drinks, filling the room with action, there was one person far in the back almost hidden by the shadows.
As the Henchperson made their way closer to the supposed Angel of Death, they noticed little details about him.
He was wearing a large green and white hat, with a dark green cloak with matching green pants and a black tunic. He had some sandals and a couple pieces of jewelry on his wrists. His hair was a pale blond, and was just about as long as his ears. However, the last thing they realized about him was why that nickname, Angel of Death, was so prominent.
This guy actually had wings.
It wasn't some crazy tattoo, or stupid costume. No. Those were real feathers, pitch black and shifting around.
After they were done ogling at the wing man's wings, they summoned back their courage to walk over and talk to him, after all they had a job to do.
Once they were close to the Man's table they waited for him to look over or say something, but nothing happened. They man only sat there drinking and the Henchperson awkwardly stood there, rocking on their feet.
Finally (after what seemed like an eternity) the man looked up at the Henchperson, and he didn't glare or scowl or tell them to piss off. But he smiled.
Not a wicked smile either, it was the smile of a kind stranger looking to start up a conversation. Did they have the right guy, was this a mistake, or was it just an act.
“Heya mate, nice day isn't it,” The winged man spoke, “What brings you to this old bar?”
“Oh, um well” They replied, a bit off put by the kind nature of the stranger. “I'm looking for someone that goes by the nickname...Angel of Death-”
At those words the Man began to laugh loudly, still it wasn't harsh or sinister, but warm and fond.
“Oh gosh, do people still refer to me as that, goodness that name’s been stuck to me for what, decades, centuries. You can call me Phil, mate.”
They sighed “Ok then Phil, I-”
“And what should I call you?” Phil interrupted.
They paused, no business associate of their boss had ever asked for their name.
“Jess. You can call me Jess.”
Phil nodded for them to continue.
“I work for a widely known group of raiders. My boss was looking to ask you for your services, your reputation paints you as the best of the best.”
“Well” Phil sighed and stretched “There goes my break. Ok kid, let's talk about the pay, then we can discuss the job.”
Phil kindly pulled up a chair for them and the henchperson sat, prepared to go over everything necessary.
Jess pulled out a large bag of gold for Phil to see, “Thats seven hundred gold, you'll be getting three of these, One for each-”
“Target.” Phil finished.
“Yes” Jess continued “And my boss promises to give more for how much effort you're inevitably required to put into the chase.”
“Ok then…” Phil said, he looked at the money as if considering something. Did he want to steal it? What would Jess do if he wanted to take it now, what if…
“Sounds good enough” Phil chimed “Now what should I know about these targets?
“Well” Jess began “ From what I've been told a lot of folks are after them, not just people like my boss, but they've angered multiple kingdoms, have hundreds of bounties on their heads. They nearly put a village in literal shambles while trying to defend it. They move fast and have absolutely no off switch. Nobody knows what their goal is but they claim to be the world's “heroes from evil.”
Phil said nothing at first, he only looked at his drink as if distracted and smiled fondly, as if remembering something distant.
Then everything about Phils demeanor changed. His smile faded and he looked at Jess with cold eyes.
“Where do I find them?” Phil murmured in a low tone.
Phils voice had changed from lighthearted, to serious. Almost threatening. Jess had no clue of how he could do that. Go from being so friendly and approachable, to an obvious danger. But, then again. He was a professional assassin. The amount of horror stories that go around saying what this man is capable of...
“Um-” Jess looked back at Phil “They were last seen near the East mountains, headed towards the plains.”
“I assume your boss wants them dead, hm?’
“Er, Y-yes that was the plan.”
Phil nodded and stood up sharply “Alright then. I'll be off. I'll meet you back here in about a month for an update. If I'm not here, the plan’s changed. That or I'm probably dead.”
Before Jess could say their farewell Phill walked out of the bar with a purposeful stride. And when he left the bar and the bell rang out everyone went quiet, waiting for something. Then they heard it. The echoing sound of wings lifting off of the ground and into the sky.