Deva stood outside a ramshackle bar deep in the heart of the Australian Outback. He had traced his quarry here after months of intense searching. But now that he was here he had to admit he was a little put off by how much of a shit hole the place was. There were broken windows and broken glass bottles littering the ground outside. The door looked as though it would fall off its hinges at the slightest breeze. The neon electric signs declaring it as the 'Watering Hole" was blinking on and off. All in all it seemed like the establishment that Deva would never want to set foot in. But unfortunately he had no choice.
As he stepped inside he garnered a few odd looks from the locals and patrons. But he ignored their strange looks and searched inside for his target. He smiled upon seeing him. He sat in a back corner booth, littered by empty glasses and bottles. He wore a studded black leather jacket and black denim jeans. A studded belt encircled his waist. His hair was a vivid shade of purple and stuck out violently. He currently had his head on the table and the majority of other patrons seemed content to leave him alone. Deva slid into the seat across from him.
"I'd offer to buy you another drink but you look as though you've had your fill." He said. The pale teen turned his head to glare up at the offending voice. His eyes trailed up and down and once he realized he did not recognize the man, he promptly dropped his gaze.
"Piss off." He said tiredly.
"The rumors certainly do your attitude justice." Deva remarked with a hint of amusement. The tired and hungover teen simply lifted up a middle finger at Deva.
"So are you actually the one they call Georgie?" Deva asked even though he was sure of the answer.
"Who wants to know?" The teen said without meeting Deva's gaze.
"My name is Avatar Deva. I've come a long way to offer 'Georgie' a once in a lifetime opportunity." He said. 'Georgie' was silent for a long while before he finally spoke up again.
"Sorry, don't know who you're talking about. Now how about you fuck off and leave me in peace." He said before reaching for another nearby beer bottle. He finally sat up straight and Deva could see the multitude of piercings held on his face. He tipped the bottle back but was disappointed to find it was empty. It seemed that the young man was intent on ignoring Deva. But he knew ways of getting his attention.
"I guess you're not a fan of that name. Do you prefer the name… Lung?" He asked. Finally Lung froze in recognition of the name. He turned his attention fully to the man in front of him and sent a dark and violent glare at him. His hands gripped the table and he seemed he was moments away from reaching over and strangling Deva.
"How the fuck do you know that name?" He asked seriously.
"I know a lot of things about you. Including what you really are." Deva answered. Lung leapt from his seat but Deva froze him in place. "Calm down, I won't reveal your secret. I've actually come to you because of your specific skill set. I have an interesting proposition for you." Deva said.
Lung carefully sat back down in his seat, not taking his eyes off the man in front of him. When he was fully sat down he continued to glare at Deva. Taking that as permission to continue, Deva spoke to him.
"How would you feel about getting revenge on the Shinigami for what he's done to your people?" Deva asked. Once again Lung's eyes widened in shock. Before he scoffed and turned his head and crossed his arms.
"Pfft, that's a pipe dream." He retorted simply.
"Aren't you the least bit interested in what my plan is?" Deva asked him. Lung rolled his eyes.
"Right, I'm just gonna trust some hot shot that strolls in here telling me I can take revenge on my most hated enemy? I might look young but I've got lifetimes on you kid." Lung said tiredly.
"Which is precisely why you would be such an asset to my team and our mission." Deva explained. Lung eyed him again curiously but cautious.
"How's about you buy me another drink and I'll hear you out." Lung offered. Immediately Deva held up a hand. Within seconds a new beer bottle flew from behind the bar and into his hand in an instant. It was so fast that none of the other patrons or staff even noticed it happening. Lung was only mildly impressed as he immediately took a swig of the offered bottle.
"I plan to overthrow the Shinigami and establish a new world order. One where we're in charge." Deva explained. Lung nearly choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering before looking at Deva as though he were crazy.
"You must be fucked in the head if you think you can take on the DWMA alone. Even that crazy witch Arachne couldn't beat them, and she was smart as hell." Lung responded. Deva smiled at the comment.
"Ah but you see, we will have an advantage over those others. We will use their own powers against them." Deva continued. Despite his promises Deva could tell that Lung was still wary. It was an interesting difference from the brash and violent personality he had been warned of. He expected Lung to be the easiest to sway but he supposed a dragon like him didn't live so long by being completely careless.
"Look, don't you want payback for everything your people have suffered through?" Deva asked and he could see Lung's expression soften for just a moment. "I don't know all the details but the many stories I've heard make it seem like your lives must have been like hell. This is your chance for revenge, to put your people back on top and bring prosperity back to them. We can give this gift to everyone don't you see?" He argued. "Plus you'll get to fight a lot of powerful meisters at the same time." He added.
Lung smiled viciously at the thought. He looked at Deva again before spitting on his palm and holding it out. Deva shook hands reluctantly but with a smile still on his face. Lung cackled maniacally as he thought about how much fun he was gonna have.
"You've got yourself a deal!" He said finally.