Chapter 4:Gambling with your life is not fun.

The night itself was still young. Darkness engulfed the streets, except for a small lit room. The two of them are still waiting for the rest to finally return from their tired slumber and finally get on the move. Drenan was getting annoyed as he smoked so much that he was now running out of his delicious cigars. The less he had, the more easy it was to enrage him, but for now, everything was silent and the air still. He looked at the three of his now supposed "allies" that were resting. Was he really about to trust them? He agreed with Blitzo, but it was nothing more than a few words and a mutual agreement. But he has gone so far, it would be so foolish to throw away the chance to see hell, after all he had many chances to get rid of these bastards without a single problem or anything.

He inhaled more smoke, trying to get his mind of his choice and the possible result. Right now the only thing that mattered was that they don't just die, as it would kinda harden the deal. Oh well, if it comes to that he will just have to go with plan A instead. He wasn't bothered by that thought, he would be just fine with that, too. Some movement was heard, they seemed to slowly return from the land of the dreams, into the land of the living? He was now unsure how to name it, but right now he cared not to be bothered by such miniscule thoughts, he wanted to see the BIG picture. Maybe he could get great use out of these fools, maybe even more than he could ever dream of. Money can buy a lot of things, but not a ticket to hell. Hm, it can buy a gun or a rope. Hm, maybe he wasn't that right. Eh, who cares, he thought. If these assholes sleep any longer, he might just burn the whole hideout down.

He laid back, closing his eyes, reaching into his cigar case. Empty. There goes my good mood, he thought. Now he was really pissed. He got up and walked over to the, what was it, a hellhound? He walked over to it and gave it a few gentle, but firm kicks.

"Wake the fuck up, princess, we ain't got a whole day for you to fuck up. Either wake up now or I will ensure that you won't wake up ever again. Wakey, wakey."

The hellhound gave it a few noises of annoyance, but Drenan kept kicking her.

"Halfway there, I Got all day, ya know? The more you wait, the more pissed off I become and I swear, I will pour the few drops of alcohol I have onto you, and light ya ass up like a fucking campfire. Is that enough to get your ass up? C'mon, wake the fuck U P."

"Choke on a spike riddled dick, Asshole." Loona scoffed and turned her body away from him.

"I swear, if you don't wake up, I will find your mother, fuck her and give her a child she actually wanted AND loves."

"Like I give a shit, You're just a dumbass kid who doesn't have any sympathy. I'll remember all this when you get a few holes in you on a job later on." Loona weakly said.

She was stable but extremely exhausted mentally and physically. It didn't help that Drenan was constantly nagging her and was on the line of being bitch slapped into next year.

Drenan kneeled down next to Loona and pulled her head up to look into his eyes.

"Would you have any sympathy if the roles were switched? You just kill for the sake of killing, never thinking about what happens to those who you take someone from, and yet YOU expect me to feel sorry for you? I can't tell if I should feel bad for you because of how much of a hypocrite you are or because you actually think I would care. Think about it. When you finished with it, answer me this; If you were to die now, how many people would actually shed real tears for you?"

Loona shot up awake after hearing that long babbling speech. She couldn't take him seriously anymore. Ranting about HER being a hypocrite when at the same time trying to act like an expert on their line of work.

"You know kid, That's rather rich. You act like I don't know my own damn line of work and here you are getting on my ass for shit you probably never even experienced. I don't and haven't believed a single fucking word out those dick sucking lips. How could I? As for that I'd rather be dead sometimes because people like you could never know. So get the fuck away from me before I don't think twice about ripping that jugular." She was beyond mad, Loona was borderline psychotic with her attitude towards Drenan. She had every right to want him dead. She got shot and then this kid chose to rip into her for something he did. God his head looked so fucking delicious in the moment but it got more so with each passing second.

Drenan chuckled. He turned like he was leaving, but with a swift move, the man took out a pistol and pointed at Loonas chest.

"So, you want to die because of people like me, huh? Well, good for you, you seem to forget I was bred for killing the likes of you. Me collaborating with you is already a sin to my ancestors that even I'm ashamed of. But, let me ask you this way; You want me to pull the trigger? You want me to simply end all of it for you? Because as I see it, you aren't giving me enough appreciation for the fact that I decided to cover all my history as a demon hunter with tar, just so your ugly ass can live. Do you know what would have happened, if let's say, I decided to simply keep the gunfire up for barely 2 more minutes? Let me spill it out: You wouldn't be standing here. You think just because I and the two remaining branches of the family lost the ability to enter hell we don't encounter the likes of you? Succubus, Incubus and the likes still enter our world and we need to handle them. I personally didn't care as I saw no reason to be bothered with the likes of you. But I will say it only once: Do not get in my way or ever threaten me. I have no issue killing you or the rest of your crew. Now, I hope I was clear, as I dislike repeating myself. Until then, here, drink this shitty alcohol medicine or the fuck this is. I hope we will never need to have a talk like this."

Drenan put his pistol away and threw his alcohol at the hellhounds feat. He simply walked back to his seat and sat back down, getting more and more annoyed as his nicotine began to run low. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Glass shattering could be heard as Loona threw the bottle with the force of a world heavyweight boxer into the back of Drenans head knocking him out cold. She stood over him with more annoyance than he could have ever imagined with being deprived of nicotine.

"Oh I'm sorry can you repeat yourself? You had too much dick in your mouth that off, You're no demon hunter bitch. If you were you wouldn't have even had the thought to spare us or join us. Second off you have it backwards because had you killed us there you'd have one of the higher ups in hell after your ass. We have the goetias in our back pocket, you simpleton sack of horse shit. And let's say you dropped me and I died, All three of them would have unloaded on you. You are nothing more than some dude with a gambling problem. And if you wanna threaten me you fucking reptile I'll show you what happens!" Loona raked her claws deep into Drenans face slowly and methodically dragging them across with blood rapidly flowing from both sides of his head now.

He was soaked in the nectars of creation and all life as he lay there in a crimson puddle. When she was done with him Loona walked outside for a breath of fresh air, leaving Drenan for the others to handle.

Drenan, as his body always did, awoke him to get some nicotine for himself, only to feel something extremely warm all across his head. He touched it with shaking hands only to see that it was blood. The metallic smell began to soak into the room. He touched his head everywhere, only to feel glass on the back of his head.

"That son of a bitch."

He whispered as he slowly took out the drops of shards of glass. He took off his bandage from his hand and placed it onto his head. As he did, he felt something deep on his face. He touched it with his hand, only to back off in pain. A deep cut, almost down to the bone. He was now fueled with anger and rage, but knew better than to confront had the upper hand in hearing, he couldn't surprise her. He chuckled to himself, knowing that he would have fun with her. He took up a knife from the kitchen counter and put it inside his pocket. He slowly walked around inside the hideout only to realize she wasn't here. He smiled, knowing that it would make his job easier. He then saw from the second floor window of this almost collapsed building, that she was standing under the window. He shook his shoulders, only to notice a mechanical tool box. It was made out of metal and was heavy. He smiled, picking it up with one hand and looking out once again.

"There's a famous saying in Hungarian: kölcsön kenyér visszajár(Borrowed bread will be returned)"

He said as he threw the box out the window. It landed with a heavy thud noise.

"I Hope I didn't kill you….. Oh, fuck it, matters not if I did."

He said as he walked down, only to see that all three other gang members were missing and the door was wide open. He threw his now bloody bandages under the stairs and went back to lay in the position he was knocked out in. To his surprise he actually fell asleep as a result of blood loss and a concussion. In his dream he saw what seemed to be a large void. It was cold, but warm, empty but noisy, bright and dark. It was everything but also nothing.

"Guess that's the reason they warn not to take nicotine before sleeping, eh?"

Drenan said as he embraced the void and all it had.

He heard voices speaking, but he didn't care to try to make out what they said. He now knew that whatever happened, he lived or died, it wouldn't be the all ender. Though it meant that he would be poor in hell. Fuck. Maybe enraging Loona wasn't a wise decision? She might be even more angry than she was. Of course implies that she ain't dead from the box to the head. He was now hoping she was. But then again, then she carried her ugly ass that far for no reason. The voices became quieter and quieter until there was none. Drenan was now all alone with his thoughts, but even those retreated, as the sleep of the night took over and forced Drenan to rest his mind as well his body.

Drenan suddenly jolted up in pain.

"The fuck?! "

He said as he was trying to catch his breath

"See, Moxxie, I assured you it would work."

Blitzo said proudly, as he patted the back of Moxxie.

"Ehem, I asked something; the fuck happened? Why the fuck did you hit me in the stomach. And also, the fuck we are at?"

Drenan asked as he looked around the room, It was clearly not the room he was last time in. Far from it. It was more like a poorly made office than a hideout. The hideout at least had some reason why it looked the way it did.

"One, It woke you up, didn't it? Second, you're in hell! Worry not, ya ain't dead. Yet."

Blitzo said as he walked around Drenan

"So, care to explain what happened last night?"

Blitzo said as he finally stopped in front of Drenan, looking at him.

"Ask your whore of a daughter, she can tell what happened better than i could."

Drenan said as he slowly ran his hand across his head and face. The bandages were soaked in his own crimson nectar, which caused his head to feel like it was about to blow it like a Tsar bomb. Adding to this pain, his lack of nicotine inside his body fueled his anger and rage.

"We already did. She's in a shitty state, but she's alright. Now answer the question I posed to you."

Blitzo said, looking into the eyes of Drenan.

"We had a bit of fighting but that's all that happened. I was knocked cold out by her, that's all i recall"

Drenan, of course, was lying, he had no intention of telling the truth, why would he? He DID try to kill Loona a minimum of three times. But now, he was in hell, he achieved what he wanted. Tho, he still needs to be careful, as who knows what dangers lurk in the shadow. But first, he needs to ensure that Blitzo believes him.

Blitzo was on his last shred of patience. He had debated capping the dilweed right there but they both knew it wasn't worth the cost of the ammo even if it were just one round. It went even further than just that, Blitzo hungered for blood. He thought about how he would shear his skin off with a blisteringly hot hunting knife. He fantasized about how graceful the blade would glide across his face and the satisfaction of skin and flesh being taken off this annoying piece of shit.

"Bullshit, Start talking. I have had just about enough of you." Blitzo brought Drenans face up to eye level with him.

The imp crashed his fist into the young man's face, a few teeth shooting across the room. His assault was relentless with each punch after disfiguring him even more than Loona had the night previous. The anger Blitzo had flowing through him wasn't from nicotine and it wasn't from his daughter getting severely injured in the line of work, It was anger that he got fucked over by some random rich kid.

"Answer me you cock slurping son of a bitch!" Another roaring punch and a knee landed uninterrupted by Drenan in any capacity. Blitzo was causing him more harm than good just wailing on him as sharply as he was.

"I find it funny that you want me to answer you and then you continue to beat the piss out of me. As I told you I was knocked clean the fuck out but before that some choice words were exchanged between me and fucking fat bitch. She got pissed and attacked me and that is where my memory of last night or whatever ends." Drenan had zero fucks left at that point. He could die right there in that shitty run down office and be fulfilled with what he did in life. Besides he was still human so he would just come back in whatever form this afterlife decided to give him.

Drenan slowly began to rise back to his feet. He could feel all that he did as a kid. The taste of blood in his mouth from the lost tooth. His almost off bitten tongue. His head preparing to strike an explosion of pain. His nose turned in an unholy way. His eyes filled with tears and blood. He spat the remaining teeth that were only half knocked out. He looked at Blitzo and gave a shit eating grin.

"What are you gonna do? Kill me? We both know the fate that awaits me after my life is snuffed out. Do you think I would just simply shake my head and forget it? No… I would hunt you all down."

Drenan began laughing, but only a few laughs managed to escape his lungs before the army of blood began its offensive into them. He had to stop coughing and do his best to not choke on his own blood. One of the few times he thanked his older brother for being abused for the horrible years which he had to spend under his guidance after his mother killed herself and his father. When he finally managed to clear his airways he looked back at Blitzo.

"I wish to ask ya. Do you think the people whom you forcefully ended the lives of, are all innocent? No? Then where do you think they went? It's already a thin amount of time until they find out about your company. Are you capable of resisting multiple daily assaults by those who you killed? This number will only increase pal, don't add a person who knows how to fight, will ya? Or go ahead. Be my Guest. "

Drenan managed to get onto his feet, as his legs shook he walked over to Blitzo and took out his pistol by the barrel. Blitzo, while fury still possessed his eyes, like a demon would a child, now had another thing shuffled into them. Questioning. Was he about to try and kill him? He had many chances, but even with a single mag. They already knew this much. Drenan reached his pistol out to Blitzo.

"Go ahead. Kill me. You don't even have to waste a bullet of yours on me, you may use mine, if you really want to. After all, you're the "Boss" and you know how to deal with things. You know how to beat up your only possible ally who could provide aid so shit like this doesn't go down. Some, with at least some sort of medical understanding. Go ahead. I care not anymore. Do what you see fit."

Blitzo gripped the pistol as he angrily peered into Drenans eyes, The figure of the rundown assassin leader gleamed through the reflection in the gambler's eye. Oh how badly he wanted to fucking murder this cocky little shit but at the same time saw this as an easy way out. The imp lowered the gun after contemplating a bit with the deepest parts of his own mind. A bellowing chest laugh escaped the boss as Blitzo couldn't contain himself any longer.

"Drenan, You are a stupid motherfucker but you have more balls and determination than I have ever a very long time. I don't honestly know what has come over over but I'm not gonna kill you. The others won't take the news well but I could care less. I want one simple thing from you though." Blitzo walked circles around the wounded young man, gun in hand. His lust to kill him rose the more he stared at him. FUCK it would be so easy! He was already half dead!

"What do you want? We can talk all day about how much you still want me dead and are pissed at me, Your entire body language reeks of bloodthirst Blitzo. But lets just get to the fucking point already, What do you want from me?" Drenan wasn't snobby for once. He was being Level headed? If such a thing did exist for him it was long gone as each part of his soul was slowly physically and psychologically tortured down to the bone.

"If you have any fucking problems with those 3 you come straight to me, I don't need one of them dead because of some stupid shit that could have been solved long before it became violent ." Blitzo's request was simple and probably the only chance he was going to get but it did give him a lot more leverage over him.

Drenan got on one of his knees, so he may look Blitzo in the eyes.

"I will not go out of my way to kill those three. But I can't promise you no more, if you get what I mean."

Drenan could feel something inside his mouth. to his annoyance, this feeling was also, way too similar. He knew that it was what he always felt after a bad day with his brother. A part of his knocked out teeth was still stuck inside his gum. He let out an annoyed sigh before reaching inside his mouth. He quickly found the guilty tooth remains and tried to rip it out. To his missfortune he could't get a good grasp on the thing, as it was a small piece, but still big enough to hurt like a fucking wasp sting. He began pushing his gun with two of his fingers and managed to pop the remaining teeth. He spat it onto the ground. The blood, spit and food remains swiftly began becoming one with the carpet. He looked on to his fingers. They were covered with blood, which now found a home on his finger and to his much annoyance, under his fingernails.

He looked at Blitzo who had a slightly confused look.

"I want nothing more than to see you suffer, but ya know those ain't growing back?"

Drenan rolled his eyes and spat onto the floor once again

"Ever heard of fake teeths? I lost my permanent teeth a long while ago. I can replace these for a price that 's laughable for me. For me, at-least, for the poor people, not so much."

Drenan walked over to a chair and sat down. His head finally gave orders for the pain to release all over his body he seriously considered just simply dying there, as he had just a bit enough of pain for now. He put his hand onto his forehead and began slowly rubbing it, hoping it would help somehow. He soon realized that he managed to scatter blood from his head onto his forehead. He let out an annoyed grunt. He saw a bottle of water on the table, which he swiftly took. He took a few sips of water to clear his mouth, after he was done, he spat out the water. He drank the rest of the water at a speed which he never thought was possible. His mouth swiftly replaced the blood he just got rid of, much to his annoyance.

'God fucking damn it.' Drenan made a mental note of the pooling maroon liquid in his loathed the metallic taste of blood let alone his own. How the hell did vampires basically get off to drinking this shit? Even the cheapest foulest fucking vomit inducing shittiest tasting alcohol in the entire world was still more worth drinking than his own life juice.

He took out a tissue from his pocket to try to save himself from the ever increasing crimson nectar, as he really didn't want to just continue spitting it out. If anything, the blood spitting was his most hated activity. Who can blame him? He looked at Blitzo and considered asking him for some more water, but as the air was still tense, he decided against it. For now, gulping his own blood was a reasonable choice, but he reminded himself to, if given the choice, ensure that Blitzo also gets similar injuries. Who knows, he might have the chance to not help him in a fight for a bit, so he gets his ass kicked, just a bit. Just a really tiny bit. Eh, who was he kidding, he would love to break his spine. But in the end, he decided that even if not asking for help, a bit of talking with this bitch of a demon would, in theory, calm him down.

"Are you satisfied? I hope so, as I can feel my nose bending in an unnatural way. Also, do try to remind me that I owe you this. Like, dear fucking god, what are your fists made out of? I suffered beating by a more muscular man and yet your fist still feels like it has one of those metal things which you put onto your hand to put your hit in instant knockout mode. I swear, if you hit me one more time I will retaliate. Aaaaand I can feel my eyes slowly filling up with blood. Ya better hope it will come out from my tear canals or I shove this chair up to the one place where the sun doesn't rise nor shine."

Drenan said as he took a breath. Much to his annoyance, his nose also decided to fill up with blood, so as he took a breath, the blood decided to travel with the air, hand in hand. Once again he began coughing. He could feel that he would certainly vomit at one point or another, it was just a matter of will when. After all, he still had to save face. Be a bitchy demon or old mayor. Young child or discriminated minority. Drenan always did his best to look as much of a god as he could. Be money, favors, helping or not fucking dying. He would get it done. Maybe. The last part, as of now, was mostly out of his authority. Which he despised. Who was this wretch of a being to dare to try to project a shadow over him? Matters not. A small bit of his pride, for god knows what was truly worth its price. Plus a few teeth

"Hah! Fat fucking chance kid. Go and cry your bitchy tears of blood on the floor." Blitzo appeared to swing at him but instead of a fist landing anywhere on his body he felt a deep prick of a needle being slammed into his neck. His severely disfigured body collapsed to the floor as the sedative put him in a state of slumber. A state that very well could result in his ultimate demise in his current condition.

Blizto looked upon this complete asshole of a being. This was by far his most calculated chance to put a bullet into his forehead. Then again, he had this chance only a matter of minutes before. He knew that the money and loot would be of great benefits, but wished to talk with his employees first and her daughter. A decision such as this would be unfair to make on his own. He tried picking up Drenan from the floor, only to realize that this dense motherfucker was heavy. He just rolled his eyes and threw him back into his own pool of blood and saliva. He placed Drenans pistol onto the table and walked over to the door, glancing back at him one more time to ensure that he wasn't just pretending so he could get the upper hand. With things ensured he opened the door to see the gang.

Blitzo couldn't have been more happy to see the three of them. The M&Ms may as well have been fucking from the position they were sleeping in but in all honestly it was adorable seeing them like this all the time. The two were certainly a healthy couple no doubt about that and seeing them power through this crisis as if it were just an ordinary fact of life was nothing short of admirable and one of the main reasons he came into work everyday.

Loona was bored out of her mind but somehow responsive and able to move. "You're back, thank fuck. I'm finally able to at least move again." Loona jokingly flipped Blitzo off. She couldn't be more grateful for him even if she didn't show it. Because of him she's alive.

He walked over to her and tried giving her a big hug, but she raised a hand in protest.

"I might have almost died but that doesn't give you the right to get this close to me. Hugs remain a thing which you can only get once a year, if you're lucky. Was I clear, Blitzo?"

"I don't give a fuck, You all just about died out there. I owe you that at least because I was fucking powerless to do anything. If I had known what he was planning I would have completely thrown his ass in acid. Anyway, here in a bit I'm going to the store. Do you want anything?"

"All the vodka and hard liquor you can get. Also, a pack of painkillers and muscle relaxer would be much wanted. I will watch some shit until you drag yourself back, I think the small dick and his wife will be fine with some sleeping. Now, Go, I don't have all day to spend sober."

Blitzo shook his head in disappointment, but at the moment he was most glad that everyone was "Healthy" as much as they could be. Their recovery will be a slow process, but should be steady and safe. Or at least he hoped so. Now only one thing remained to be decided. What shall be the fate of this retard? He proved his worth, his willingness to help, but also almost killed one of their members. In the end the things even themselves out, it was a matter what they wanted to do. They owed him nothing and he owed them nothing likewise.

Blitzo had a rather juvenile way of settling the ever growing rift of simmering bullshit stew that was reaching a tipping point extremely fast.

"Fuck it." He whispered under his breath as he toyed with his pants rubbing up and down lightly with the devilish smirk flying across his teeth and lips. The bosses cheeks were about to detach from the imps face and form their own sentient existence as some form of mouth pussy.

Gliding his pants and boxers down he may as well have thrown them across the room but just left them lay in the pile of barf and red stuff. Blitzo was a rock solid 6 inches and his dick was around an inch and a half thick. The imp assassin was very girthy and made damn sure he used every last bit of it when shoving it in that lanky owl fuck, Or his ex on occasion whenever she is desperate enough to whore herself out. Hell, Ladies would love to whore themselves out for that strawberry flavored imp member in their mouth or dripping wet cunt.

This however was not one of those times.

Stroking his throbbing red rocket lightly he adjusted the position of his cock with his hand, He placed it right above Drenans face.

"PSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"

The floodgates opened as a thick yellow liquid escaped his urethra freely. The piss was expelled from his body at the rate of a small garden hose as the fuckstain was covered in Blitzo's golden coat. Taking the time to spread it over his slumbering body he enjoyed the prank deeply with it fulfilling the weird fantasies he never would dare try on Stolas.

It was an effective form of humiliation for the one who was ripping into him in a way few people knew how to. The flow of urine kept a power behind it for the next minute until it trickled like a faucet being shut off.

Blitzo, with a satisfied face, put his clothes back on and walked out the door. He was more than happy with the way he tormented this little cunt. Unknown to him, Drenan was slowly regaining his consciousness which was helped by the smell of urine.

Drenan's head was right about to explode or at least that's how he felt. He quickly got onto his feet. His leg's were once again shaking, but this time he had no idea what the fuck happened. With a few seconds passing he could feel something warm across his body. Piss. He had an idea of who had done the act and he was less than happy. He looked around the room and noticed his pistol on the table. He picked it up and placed a mag into it as he gave the pistol to Blitzo without it containing any bullets. He wasn't about to die to someone like him. He just had to risk his cards and it seems as if it worked only just a bit.

He took his jacket off and rubbed his face with it so that he may at-least get the piss off his face. He threw the jacket onto his back and walked towards the door. His legs and body were actively revolting against such a decision but his mind was clear. He wasn't going to take any more of this shit. He wanted to shoot up the whole building and leave. As he reached for the door handle he realized something, something which Loona said last night.

Something about a family named Goetia and that he would be fucked if he even laid a finger on them. He knew half of this was nothing but rage induced threats, but what if there was some truth to it? He took a deep breath. He could not let blind rage turn his vision red and into a murdering spree. he had the chance to kill them, with lot better odds. He had to stick with this plan, matters little how much he liked it.

He spat onto the ground, trying to get the blood, saliva and piss out of his mouth. If he wasn't allowed to kill Blitzo, he will need to find other ways to ensure that he pays his fair share of torment.

He opened the door, which forced Loona and Blitzo to turn.

"Surprize, little cunts. I'm not so easy to get rid of."

Blitzo just rolled his eyes and Loona gave him a look which was just as filled with hatred as it was with not caring. She doesn't really seem to mind him. W t f? Seems as she's more appreciative towards the alcohol which now she receives and the lack of expectations towards him. What a bitch she is.

Drenan walked over to Blitzo and placed a hand onto his shoulder. Blitzo raised an eyebrow. Drenan then swiftly bashed his head with his pistol. Blitzo fell onto his knee and had a hand on the floor and the other covering his head. He let out a few painful grunts. Drenan considered stepping onto his head, but feared that would be just a bit too much. He kneeled down to him.

"Did your little fun, now the price has to be paid."

Drenan said as he threw his jacked onto Blitzo. Loona sniffed the air and quickly covered her nose.

"The fuck is this smell, did fucking die inside your clother or some shit?"

Drenan shook his shoulders

"Ask you pa. He knows what he did. I know what he did. Do you guys have any showers here by chance?"

Loona just switched back to her bitchy look and returned to her phone, this time, her nose covered. Drenan looked around and saw Moxxie and Millie looking at him.

"You alright, little guy?"

He asked as he pointed at Moxxie.

"I will live, sir. I wish to thank you for the actions you committed."

Hearing that, Loona coughed loudly. Drenan just looked back at her and motioned a mouth zip. Loona growled a bit, but in the end, let it fly.

As Blitzo slowly got onto his feet and threw the jacket off himself Drenan walked into the middle of the room and spread his arms.

"Ladies and Gentlemans. I Do believe I have a job for all four of you, which you might like."

Blitzo raised an eyebrow as he coughed a bit.

"The fuck you want, Dipshit?"

Drenan turned to him with an emotionless look.

"A 5-star meal, thank you. No you retard of a living being, did I hit you so hard you forgot what your own company does? Murder, ya useless sack of seed carrier."

Blitzo raised a hand to speak, but Drenan simply pulled back his pistols barrer, which made Blitzo not so inclined to speak.

"I wish that the four of you take me to a place and help me get rid of a few guards. If possible as least bloody as possible. I'm willing to pay extra for that. Before I forget, the person whom I wish the help of getting rid of is someone of high wealth status, such as myself. Actually, we have one more thing in common we share"

Our Blood Line.

The blood of our brothers has run cold. Hell has frozen over in a last ditch effort to entrap his soul in a torment set personally for the sins of our fathers. And for the many dishonors we have done to ourselves.