The Next Day. Greed Ring of Hell
Song Playing on the Car Radio: 'I Could Be So Good For You' by Dennis Waterman
"Remind me why I am here again?"
We cut to show a car pulling up outside of one of Valentino's nightclubs. Inside the car. We see the two on-duty brothers just sitting in the car. Answering the earlier question Snow had asked after turning off the stereo, Zerachiel answers.
"I received a massive paycheck from the Marconi family, for your services, to provide security for Anthony Marconi. Aka, Angel Dust. Valentino hasn't paid up his protection money this month. And, if I want to marry Molly. He wanted me to do a service for him."
"So you're my agent now? Do I see a cut of this money since you interrupted my morning coffee and blowjob from Li-Li?"
Zerachiel's face went bright red at what he had walked in on earlier when he brought the job up to his little brother. He had to cover his tracks and save face before waiting on his brother's girl to finish what she was doing. Shaking his head of the embarrassing memory. He continues.
"You will get a fifteen per cent split. Because of the overlord's being protected by Lucifer. And, some of his guards are in the overlord's back pocket. I can't touch him. But, because you're not one of the ranks within in the royal guard. And, you're classed as a mercenary. You can touch him."
Snow nods to confirm he understood. He was classed as the clean-up crew since he worked black-ops for Lucifer. Loading his sidearm. Snow continues with what was on his mind.
"How does Marconi want me to do this? Does he want him whacked? Or, does he want him begging for his scummy life?"
"Both."
Snow nods. With his gun in its holster and, his suit on after getting changed out of his guard's uniform in the back of Zerachiel's car. The two brothers exit the car.
Valentino's Nightclub
Song Playing Inside The Nightclub: 'Wallflower' by Divalola
Once they got passed the bouncer at the door. Snow walks into the den of sin without a second thought to his actions. If it meant his brother could bring Miss Molly into the Snow family. He would gladly kill overlords twenty times over for his family.
At The Bar
Making his way over to the bar. A drink was soon in his hand before he began scanning the strip club he was inside of. He would find the moth demon pimp sitting in his private V.I.P. area surrounded by many beautiful demonesses. His attention would soon be caught by the female bartender when she asks.
"What brings you here, Lazarus Snow? Business or pleasure?"
Snow acknowledges the female that tried to get his attention with one-word responses.
"Business."
The bartender was clearly weirded out by the male drinking his whiskey. Normally, from the stories, this demoness had heard. Lazarus Snow was always down for a good time. He was never all business. Unless something, or someone, had pissed him off.
Getting back to work when she knew she wasn't going to get any answers from the male who was normally more talkative than he was now. Snow kept his eyes where they needed to be while sitting in his seat. He had caught sight of Zerachiel talking with the other guards stationed with him during tonight's turnout for Angel Dust's performance on stage.
Snow knew it wasn't the right time to confront Valentino about Marconi's protection money. No, he had his timescale to work with when it came to his jobs as a freelance killer. Or, in his case tonight. Master negotiator.
"Listen up, scumbags. Put your hands together for a Valentino main attraction. Here is, Angel Dust!"
Opening to the Song Playing In The Background: 'Addict' by Silvahound ft. Michael Kovac
That was Snow's cue to go and blend in with the crowd near the stage. Zerachiel spotted his brother on the move towards his target for the night. Excusing himself from his present company to make sure the operation went smoothly. Zerachiel speaks through his earpiece.
"You in position yet, little brother?"
"All set, sarge. Have you bribed the guards that are in Valentino's pocket to look the other way?"
"All taken care of, Snowman. You've got the green light to continue."
"Copy that. Let's get this over with so I can get a second sister. And you can finally get a wife, bro."
"Are you only saying that now because Athena isn't here to glare at you for your comment?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Zack."
Zerachiel could only chuckle at his brother's feigned innocence. He was only there to be his brother's back-up in case shit hit the fan. But, something told the male twin to Athena, who was the older brother to Snow. The demon with the snow-white hair wasn't going to mess around.
Back With Snow
Lazarus wasn't complaining one bit about the front row view he had. When the demons and demonesses saw who was pushing through them to get to a good seat. They quickly dispersed to allow the male through. They didn't want to be on the end of one of his swords. And, they certainly didn't want to end up riddled with bullets.
A drink was brought to him when Angel made his entrance onto the stage. It should have been business as usual with the usual pervy patrons admiring Angel Dust. But, when he caught a glimpse of Zerachiel stood on the upper levels with the rest of the guards. The first thing Angel thought was this.
'Shit. If my twin sister's boyfriend is here. Then… SHIT! That means HE'S not too far away!'
How Angel wished he was wrong. Not long after catching the sergeant of the royal guard in the upper levels of the club. His eyes soon clapped onto the male in the front row. His mind began internally screaming while his body was busy performing what was required of him. Then again, if Snow was here. That meant Angel could entice the one demon who, in Angel's life, had never slept with.
Valentino's Booth
"Boss."
"What is it?!"
Valentino says in annoyance at being interrupted from watching his pet perform on the stage. Noting the need to be quick with what he wanted to say. He whispered into Valentino's right ear. The words the guard had spoken. It had made Valentino go pale with dread. Scanning the crowd, and seeing a touch of snow-white hair watching his prized performer with a neutral expression on his face. Understandably, he orders.
"He does not leave my club alive! Do you understand?!"
The bodyguard nods. Speaking down his earpiece to get the others guards' attention while walking away. Valentino sat with a cocky smirk upon his face at the prospect of ending the 'Snowy Assassin'.
Back With Snow
Snow was just happy to be noticed by Angel Dust from the spider demon's spot on the stage. His neutral expression hadn't changed while the spider demon was performing. He just sat with his whiskey in the glass within his left hand and enjoyed his show.
Out of the corner of his eye. He had spotted Valentino's glare at his prized performer dancing in front of Snow. This caused a small smirk to tug at the demon's lips at angering the moth demon pimp.
'See something you don't like bitch?'
Those were the words on Snow's mind after turning his gaze toward his target. Luckily, Angel couldn't read the male's expression while dancing for the horny crowd in front of him. Getting down onto all fours and, crawling towards Snow. Angel whispers.
"You've got my boss rattled, Snow."
Snow lets out a rare chuckle in response. Good. At least, in Snow's eyes, it was. How was Angel supposed to know the snow-white demon was under contract from his mafia family father. That was until Snow utters.
"Don Marconi hasn't received his protection payment from your boss, Angel. Mind getting me an audience with Mothra other there?"
Angel's eyes widened in surprise and, a little bit of horror at what the male had said. He was a hired goon tonight?! No wonder Angel saw Snow wave off the bar demonesses and, other patrons, that tried it on with him. He was going on the warpath for Angel's father.
"You'll be lucky. Valentino doesn't like being disturbed after I've performed."
Snow caught the hint of fear in Angel's voice when he mentioned Valentino didn't like being disturbed after his star had performed. Catching the angered version of Snow's blank expression. Angel knew he'd dropped his boss further into the shit with the demon in the front row.
Shaking off the haunting glare of Snow so he could continue to perform. Angel knew a fight would break out. And, deep in his gut. Valentino wasn't going to be leaving with his head.
Later On Backstage (End Song)
Sneaking into the backstage area was a piece of piss for the hired gun. He easily dispatched the goons with non-lethal takedowns and, he made sure to scare off anyone that would interrupt him collecting the protection money Don Marconi was owed.
Standing by the door when he heard a crash and raised voices. Snow decided to leave his weapons by the door for his brother to collect for him later. He didn't need to, needlessly, stain his weapons with Valentino's blood. He would let his hands do the talking.
Kicking open the door, and barging into the scene of Valentino about to forceable fuck Angel Dust. Wasting no time upon his forced entry. Snow decks the pimp in the mouth with a straight right hand. Sending the moth demon sprawling to the ground and clutching his mouth in anger.
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"
That was a mistake to yell at Snow. He soon regretted his words when the snow-white demon stalked slowly towards the moth demon while cracking his neck and knuckles. Valentino wouldn't get the chance to react when he was forceable lifted off of his feet by his fur coat to look Snow dead in the eyes. When he did, Snow spoke.
"Where's the Don's money you slimy cunt. You're behind on protection money for this month!"
"I was on my way to pay him after the club closed. I swear!"
SMACK
Like the crack of a whip. Snow's forehead slammed into Valentino's face with enough force to break a thousand brick walls. Clutching his face now from his spot on the floor after Snow let him go. Valentino tried to reach for his gun. Only for Snow to punt him square in the face with a kick an American football player would be proud of. Seeing the now begging moth demon begging for his life. Snow continues.
"Last chance, Tino. Pay up."
Valentino points towards the safe in the far corner of Angel's dressing room. Smirking at breaking Valentino to the point of him begging for mercy. Snow made his way over to the safe. Opening it with ease. He grabs the bag from the safe before closing it and, turning to face the moth demon, he says lowly.
"Don Marconi sends his regards…"
While Snow had his back turned to walk out of the dressing room with the cash. Angel spots his boss pulling a knife from his coat when he stands up. Knowing what Valentino planned to do. He calls out.
"SNOW, WATCH OUT!"
Angel had warned Snow just in time. Because, when Snow heard the call from the male stripper. He dodged to the side without warning. Causing Valentino to lose his balance during his lunge to try and stab Snow. Without a word, Snow brought his knee crashing into Valentino's face. The force was so strong from the shot. It relinquished Valentino's head from his shoulders. While the head that wore the shattered star sunglasses rolled around on the floor. Snow utters.
"… Asshole."
Angel just stood in shock at what he had just witnessed. His boss was dead. And Snow just stood with no remorse on his features at what he had just done to the overlord. Looking at Angel with a softened gaze. He says.
"I'm heading back to your father with Valentino's head, Angel. Once I leave here. You need to get the hell outta dodge. Don't want the overlords giving you shit for Valentino's sake."
Snow said this with a calm expression on his features when he leaves Angel with the body of Valentino. The spider demon didn't need to be told twice. Thanking Snow with a nod of his head. Angel made a run for it. He knew to find Zerachiel.
Don Marconi's Home
Walking through the door with his brother, the sack of cash and, Valentino's head in a bloody nap sack. Don Marconi couldn't believe the job he'd requested had been done so quickly. As Snow stood in the room with his brother flanking him. He speaks.
"Don Marconi."
Snow drops both sacks onto the table with an audible thud before the arachnid mob boss when he continues.
"As you ordered. Valentino sleeps with the fishes. Also, here's your protection money."
The don couldn't believe his many eyes at the cold demon standing before him. Opening the bloody sack first. He tips out Valentino's severed head onto the table before opening the sack containing the money. He was impressed by the demon's handy work. So much so, he says.
"You've done a great service today, Lazarus Snow. With the moth demon overlord dead. I won't have to deal with his threats any longer."
Standing from his red leather chair. Don Marconi says with one of his many hands held out towards Snow.
"As a reward for your service to me. Your brother may marry my beloved daughter. Also…"
One of Marconi's underbosses walks out of the corner of the room at the click of his Don's many fingers with a briefcase in hand. Opening the case to reveal Snow's payment. The snow-white demon accepts it graciously before shaking the hand still extended for him by the arachnid mob boss.
"… Two hundred grand. Just as I and the sergeant agreed before he brought you in."
Snow nods. Letting go of Don Marconi's hand. Snow nods his head in respect before leaving the room. Snow hoped Liana was in the mood tonight. Because Snow felt like celebrating the only way he knew how. His girl would be naked in their bed awaiting him to arrive.