Husk poured himself another drink, sitting the bottle of whiskey down next to the glass before picking up the engraved whiskey glass and placing the rim against his lips, sipping at the orange liquid within. It had already been two days since Angel had moved in and he'd kept his word to follow Husk's rules, even though his pig was more of a pain then Angel could ever hope to be. Husk sat down the glass and looked down, flicking over the page of his book, sighing as his eyes started moving over the words on the page.
Angel had already cemented him moving in, his clothes filled Husks arguably empty closest, next to his scarf and jacket on the coat racks by the door was an assortment of Angels similar clothing, some were the expected flamboyant colours and others were more monotone everyday clothes. Husk looked over to his bed, Fat Nuggets already having made a small nest in a mix of Angels and Husks clothes. On the first day Nuggets was almost terrified of Husker, maybe it was his claws or his overall demeanour but he refused to come near him. On the second day he'd cuddled up to him when Angel left for work and now he was sitting in a pile of his clothes on the bed. If Husk's heart wasn't so cold and black he would find that someone cute, or so he told himself.
He pulled his hands off the table and interlocked his fingers, cracking his knuckles before sitting back and looking to the potted Peace Lily sitting on the window frame. Most people didn't know what it was but Alastor who spotted it immediately upon entering Huskers house before he moved in here found it awfully ironic, "Aren't Peace Lilies poisonous to cats Husker?" He could hear Alastor say with his annoying radio voice, "Yeah they are, so if I ever decide to off myself one day I have more than one option." He heard himself say.
Husk pushed back his chair, Fat Nuggets sitting his head up and watched as Husk walked to the windowsill and picked up the small water can and lightly water the planet. "Best not drown it." He said to himself before placing down the water can and looked up, his eyes peering out the window and over the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. The rain had stopped and now the snow had resumed, a coat of snow sitting atop every rooftop he could see. He looked out and watched as some demons and Imps sat on their roofs, laughing and talking, it was such an odd sight, though it was a rare one.
Three hard knocks came from the door, Husk turning his head before he sighed and turned around, moving to the door and looking through the peephole, groaning quietly, unlocking the door and opening it, Alastor immediately barging in, Husker not even surprised or taken aback but this gesture of just not caring and closed the door after Alastor had entered, a soul look on Husks face, "Thank you for letting me in Husker my boy!" Alastor cheerfully exclaimed before stopping and standing in the middle of the room, taking in the new sights with a somewhat reserved look, "It's not mine if that's what you're wondering."
"No no, I know you're not a fairy Husker." He looked around some more before turning around his smile returning, "I came to ask you for a favor." Husk raised his eyebrow and moved back, leaning against the table, his arms crossed, "The favor you don't have?" Alastors smile dropped and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "Husker, please, as a friend." He turned back, leaning on his cane and crossing one foot behind the other and sitting his hand on his hip.
Husk rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Right what is it." He grumbled, shifting. Alastors smile returned and he stood up straight, twirling his cane, "Well I have an issue with one of Vox's lackeys, an individual by the name of Rupert. Now he isn't so dangerous by himself but recently Vox has been assigning more rigid security details to his underlings."
Husk's eyes dropped even more, at this point he wasn't surprised if they were completely shut, a frown forming on his face, "You want to send me to kill him and his boys." He said dully and with a hint of annoyance. Alastor stopped open mouthed and a finger raised and looked towards Husk, dropped his hand and closed his mouth before leaning on the microphone piece of his cane, "I don't want you to kill him." The air of the room turned thick and an aura manifested around Alastor, symbols began floating around his head as his antlers began to sprout out and his eyes turned black, his teeth becoming sharper and his former becoming more demonic, "I want you to massacre him. As a message."
Husk raised an eyebrow and turned his head away, sighed, "Fine." He looked back, Alastor's form returning to normal. Husk's eyes shifted towards the pig that was on his bed, looking absolutely terrified, shaking. "I'll need some things first and I'll be on my way. Do you want it done quietly or as a statement." Alastor smiled and walked over, Husk not flinching as he got so close that his lips almost brushed his, "I want to hear it from here." He whispered.
Husk put both his hands up and pushed Alastor away, crossing his arms, "Don't get in my fucking face you Louisina Banjo Lipped prick." Husk sneered and stepped off the table, grabbing Alastor by the tie, "Do that again and we'll finish the fight we failed to that night." He let go, Alastor looking more than annoyed but letting it slide, dusting off his suit and pulling it down, "I'll have someone come up and deal with your equipment needs." His radio voice filled with static as he hissed before he walked to the door and opened it, closing it behind him as he left.
"Fucking prick." Husk turned and walked to the bed, scooping up Nuggets and cradling him in his arm, "Right there you little shit, that big bad swamp rat ain't gonna' hurt you no' more." Husk rocked him from side to side and shook his head. They've been on shaky grounds ever since that night that Alastor blabbed on about Huskers past, they'd even fought and for the first time had used his demon abilities, both were fucked up after that but eventually they reconciled and came back, after a month.
Before long Husk's attention was ripped away from the pig in his arms and to the knocking at his door. He sighed and sat Nuggets back into his little nest of clothes before going to it, opening it to find a familiar Imp staring at him, "Husker how ya-"
Husk slapped his palm on the Imps face, "Blitz I'm really not in the mood to listen to your shit." He dropped his hand and stepped away from the door, Blitzo taking the invitation and waltzing in, Husk closing the door behind him and before he could even begin talking business Blitz was already knelt down on the side of the bed staring bug eyed at Nuggets, "Awwww Husky has a heartsy!"
Husk ground his teeth and stomped over to him, looming over the Imp, his yellow eyes glowing, "Can we please move this along." Blitz nodded and shot up to his feet, Husker slightly swaying back before he regained his balance by never moving his feet, like a blow up kids toy that had sand in the base always returning to its original position. Blitz cracked his knuckles and reached into his jacket, taking out a case before whipping it open, a door appearing, an ominous red glow surrounding it, "Come in." Blitz smiled before stepping inside.
Husk looked to Nuggets and smiled, patting his head before walking to the door, his stone expression returning as he walked inside. "Right! Whatdaya' need Husky? Need somethin' that'll silently take out the fucker you're going after?" Blitzo reached under the counter he was behind, taking out a pistol, "Ruger .22 Mark IV, integral suppressor with a 10 round capacity, good if the guy isn't covered with scales, or girl, or non-gender conformin-"
"Shut the fuck up with that shit Blizt before you have to reattach the horns from your ass back to your head." Husker snarled, his eyes looking around at the isles of guns, "No, I want something loud. Maybe something from my age, something I'd properly know how to use." Blitz scrunch up his face and looked around, tapping his claws against the desk before stepping out, tapping his face, "When did you leave the Army?"
Husk spun around and sighed, looking up as he thought, "1970… 6 I believe." He nodded. "Yeah, 1976." Blitzo nodded and looked around, grabbing a book of his wall of books which Husker had always seen him refer to when a client wanted a specific weapon. "I need something loud, shock and awe." Husk continued, Blitz stopping mid page flip before closing the book and slotting it back into the shelf, "Wait here." He held up a finger before walking off, his tail swishing to the side.
Husker patted his sides before looking around and walking a pace towards the seat and sitting down, yawning. Blitzo returned quickly with a small selection, putting them on the table with a thud, groaning somewhat before standing and setting them out, "Right." Husker stood up and walked over like that was his que to come over.
Blitz reached over and picked up the first weapon he could grab, "I'm going to guess you're gonna' be going up against multiple fuckheads, so an M79 Grenade launcher should do the trick to clear them out quickly." Blitz handed Husk the grenade launcher, Husk taking it in both hands and looked it over, his eyes looking over the wooden stock and grip then to the metal tube on top. Husk flick the latch to the right, the tube dropping down and raising it up towards the light, looking down the barrel and nodding before flicking it shut.
"Right, soon after that I assume you'll want something for close quarters but not something they'll probably bounce off the big fuckers. So." Blitz reached over and picked up a rifle, pulling back the bolt on the side and holding it in both hands, presenting it to him, "The L2A2 Assault Carbine." He smirked, Husk taking it and looking it over, wrapping his claws around the forward grip and shouldering it, looking down the peep sight, "Made by those people who always say cunt."
Husk looked at Blitz out of the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow, "Australians?" Blitz nodded and smiled, "Chambered in 7.62x57, it packs the power of a sledge hammer but only for 20 rounds until you gotta' reload and kicks a bit. Unlike the L1 this goes into full auto." Husk nodded, pressing on the mag release after a bit of effort and held the mag, "I know, I danced with the SASR for a period of time. Might need to have this fucked around with for my claws."
"Can't you just cut'em?" Husk tilted his head somewhat and snapped to Blitz, "Can you just cut your horns or trim your tail?" Husk said sarcastically, Blitz nodding slowly, raising a finger, "Point taken, alright I can get that looked at." He took back the rifle and took out a sticky note, writing something on it and sticking it to the rifle and putting it to the side, same with the M79. "Right now." He clapped and looked over the selection, "Will you be coming with an opener?" Husker nodded and Blitz wobbled his head from side to side before looking around, dropping behind the counter to get something, "The-" He grunted and stood, "M60 Machine gun!" He laughed before handing it to Husk, "Firing the same round at the L2A2 and well, the M14 you've fought with but-"
"Doesn't kick at all." Husk smiled widely like a kid that'd just been given his presents early. He pulled back the bolt and slid it forward, then releasing the cover latch, raising the cover and checking the feed tray, looking over the internals before closing the cover and slapping it shut, the latch catching with a click. Husk nodded and looked around, "I'll maybe need something for close quarters."
Blitz nodded and stepped out, coming back a moment later with a familiar sight, Husks smile widening even more, his yellow teeth glitching, "The Kulsprutepistol m/45, or the Carl Gustaf m/45." Blitz un-collapsed the wire stock, making sure it was locked into place before pulling back the bolt and sitting it neatly in the safety catch on the side of the gun, "Fires in 9x19mm and fires at around 600 rounds per minute." Husk took the submachine gun, smiling, "Real good seeing this again." He collapsed the stock and unfolded it, then looked into the chamber before pressing the mag release and slapping it back in, nodding, "Right." Husk sat it back down on the counter. "I'll have all these, I have a handgun covered. I'll need multiple magazines for the magazine weapons, a vest for the 40 mike, I want HEDP and 40mm Buck as well as Incendiary rounds if you can get them… Maybe tear gas. Yes, tear gas, I'll need a mask for that as well too. I also want a 300 round belt for the M60." Husk nodded and Blitzo did as well, going to the book that was on the counter and writing it all down, "Of course you want them accounted for your claws yeah?" Husk nodded and Blitz repeated the gesture, writing that down and grabbing more sticky notes, "Right well. You best fuck off and I'll get all this sorted. If you need anything else contact me via my number, also I'll have your regular stuff delivered to a spot of your choice as well as the rest."
Husk nodded and stepped back, his flat expression returning as he left, the door closing behind him in a flash. Husk nodded and looked over to nuggets, smiling. He walked over to the pig and picked him up, sitting him in his lap before patting him, "I think I should feed you or something before your dad gets home." Husk sat up and looked around, scrunching up his face, "Why don't we go out for something to eat." He smiled and sat Nuggets down, walking to the coat hangers and taking a leash off the hook, Nuggets spinning around before stopping and sitting as Husker knelt down, then clipping the leash onto him. "Good boy."
More then likely I'm going to piss off whoever reads this, honestly, I don't care. This story is not for those who believe everything has to be politically correct, that's ultimately not the point of this story, if you haven't realised that by Chapter 12, then this is a bruh moment. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this and the next chapter will be maybe short but action packed. Hopefully it won't take as long as the last action chapter which made me want to rip my eyes out. Have a good day or good night wherever you are!