Saturday Night
Twenty stood on the balcony just like the last time, two leather traveling bags filled with money resting beside him. He held two glasses of wine and wore a bright smile beneath the moonlight as he waited in anticipation for what would come next.
After the shocking news he received the other day, he was extremely glad he had offered a good price. Now that he had seen what this man was capable of, he hoped to deepen the relationship while he still had the chance.
That way, he would be able to maintain the connection even after this deal was completed.
Brrrrr!
Twenty jumped in shock, causing the glasses to slip from his hands and shatter on the ground, their contents spilling across the floor. Before him rose a pillar of purple flames, burning fiercely and casting the surroundings in a deep violet glow.
From within the flames, two figures stepped out. It was Damain and Ruby, both wearing masks, a fox and a serpent.
