Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Assassin's Demon ❯ Chapter 1: Happy Anniversary ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1: Happy Anniversary

 

 

 

“Happy Anniversary” exclaimed Deimos as he held a small chocolate and lavender cake in front of Dante, a stupid grin the size of a small country sprawled on his face.

 

“And what are we celebrating?” asked Dante with a monotone voice and a sigh as he took the cake and set it on the tree stump in between them. “Also, where did you get the money to get this cake anyway?” he asked with a scowl as he took out a knife hidden in his boot and cut the cake into even halves.

 

“I didn't pay for it, the old lady at the bakery said I was handsome so she gave me a leftover” his facial expressions changed as he talked this time turning to confusion as he continued. “Dante, Dante were celebrating the first day we met remember? The first time I saw you and we bonded.”

 

“That was against my will!” Dante gave a huff, giving a half a cake to Deimos who stuffed it in his mouth in one shot. He looked like a squirrel with his cheeks stuffed to the brim and chocolate on his face. It was hard to believe that the creature in front of him was the demon that he had met so long ago.

 

Deimos struggled to chew his bulk and talk at the same time “too bad, we exchanged blood so you're stuck with me for as long as you live.”

 

“Damn it finish your food then talk” Dante took a fork from his travel sack and ate his cake in the proper elegant way that he was bred up to eat. It was true that today was the day that they met at that secluded place but it was quite a shock to relive since he had sincerely thought that he was going to die that day. Imagine his surprise when he woke up and found out that he had made a blood pact with the creature that was in fact a demon. To make matters worse the demon Deimos was quite useless. Feeding it and tending to it was how one would tend to a love sick puppy the only difference was that puppies usually obeyed orders and did not talk back. Then again Deimos usually had his moments where he was decent, this one moment for example.

 

“You know Dante? It's really fun celebrating memories” Deimos as he grinned his stupid grin, the chocolate smeared on his face making him look like a three year old.

 

“What? You don't celebrate anniversaries in hell?” Dante was unable to finish his half but rather than saving it for later he pushed his uneaten half towards Deimos who then pushed the cake into his mouth

He spoke while he chewed “No time in hell, no day either so it's really boring.”

 

“How many times do I have to keep on telling you to finish eating and then talking” scolded Dante as he reached over and rubbed the chocolate off Deimos's face who whimpered at the pain of it but he did not bother to pull away. “So what did you do to kill time?”

 

“I read books, a lot of books; so many books that it became a pond and then a sea of books.”

 

“Wow. I'm surprised you cam actually read” it was true since Deimos seemed to have the mental capabilities of an 11 year old.

 

“Th-that's mean…” Deimos's eyes began to water as if he was about to cry, he really was a child at heart.

 

“Fine, fine, fine I'm sorry there, you happy?” said Dante with a sigh, shaking his head slightly when Deimos immediately cheered up.

 

 

Many hours past as those two bantered with each other talking about useless things and it was only when the sun began to set that Deimos had remembered something vital.

 

 

“Ah! Dante, Dante, Dante the old man that was head of the village gave me this” said Deimos as he pulled out a scrunched up piece of paper from his pocket. He handed it to Dante who unfolded it and read, his anger building up a notch at every detail. It was a job offering that involved taking a life of a drug dealer who had apparently created a drug that caused addiction at first dose. He had apparently been giving it to teenage girls for free only to stop once they become addicted to it. Some of the females died from the hallucinations but most of had turned to prostitution to fund their need. It was too late to save the ones already hooked but his death should be able to prevent any further addicts. The meeting place was in the town tavern at seven o clock and it was already six.

 

“you idiot!” yelled Dante as he whacked Deimos at the back of the head “why didn't you give this to me sooner?” he asked as he packed up their belongings in a rush and began to sprint in the direction towards town.

 

Deimos followed, with his inhuman capabilities he was able to keep up with Dante without a problem. “I'm sorry I forgot, I was actually rushing to give this note to you but the old lady stopped me and gave me the cake so I forgot all about note. Sorry, sorry, sorry”.

 

“Too late for sorry now Deimos, we really need that job or we wont be able to pay for anything this month”.

 

“I'm sorry, I can fly you there and it's quicker too and if we don't get the job I can hunt food for us”.

 

“No! You have to appear human or the civilians will freak and I don't want to eat meat everyday. I want bread and stuff too you know?”

 

“…Bread over meat… You have a beggars taste” said Deimos laughing despite the trouble he was in.

 

“Shut up” said Dante without any force behind it. He found out long ago that Deimos would get him mad just for the fun of it and Dante no longer took his words seriously.

 

After running for an hour they had reached the tavern, Dante tried to catch his breath at the door and calm himself down to give a better first impression. He stared angrily at Deimos who was not out of breath or even breaking a sweat. He was going to kill Deimos after this, fixing his clothes and clearing his voice he entered the tavern with Deimos behind him.

 

The tavern was filled to the brim with noisy bulky men who yelled and hollered at each other. Serving wenches talked around with trays of alcohol and hearty food. In the very corner of the rowdy room sat a skinny man wearing a red scarf and brown trench coat. That was the man that they were going to meet, looking behind him he noticed that Deimos was staring longingly at the steak that some of the sailors were eating. Dante sighed and reached in his money pouch and pulled out a gold coin.

 

“Deimos go and eat while I go talk to the client, you can use all of the coin it should be enough” he handed the money to Deimos who had a surprise look on his face.

 

“Are you sure?” he asked, a strange look on his face, like the one a child had when it was asking for something its parents couldn't give it but did.

 

“Yes, yes I'm sure” he placed the coin into Deimos's hand who then clenched it tightly as if not to lose it.

 

“Okay then!” he said with a grin running off towards the bar like a child in the candy store. Dante shook his head gently amazed at such childishness. Knowing that eating would keep Deimos occupied Dante headed towards the man with the red scarf.

 

 

“So are we going to take the job?” asked Deimos as he and Dante left the tavern, the blue sky and clean air a refreshing change to that of the dimly lit and smoky tavern.

 

“Yer, we are. Did you have enough to eat?” Dante counted what little coin he had left, there wasn't much.

 

“Yup, I ate a really big rare steak with potatoes and gravy and peas and carrots… I feel like another one now…” said Deimos with a sigh as he once again thought about his meal. Suddenly he became alert; shuffling around in his pockets he got something out and placed it in Dante's hand, it was the gold coin that he had given Deimos earlier.

 

“Eh? Didn't you spend it to buy you're food?”

 

“Ah, the nice lady said that she would give it to me for free so I didn't pay for anything”

 

“Why was that?”

 

“She said I was sex on a stick” said Deimos with a grin, his ego could almost be seen as it swelled and expanded.

 

Dante frowned, “figures. You should at least have gotten something for me too idiot. So did she want anything in return for a free meal?”

 

“Yup, she wanted sex!”

 

“Is that so? Did you give it to her? You must've since you got the free meal” Dante felt annoyance creep up on him like a noose.

 

“Dante! How could you think that of me?!” aghast on his Deimos's face “of course I said no and offered to pay but she said that me being eye candy was good enough” he said with a `keh' looking in another direction as if he was made. He didn't stay mad for long. “Dante, Dante, Dante, I got you something as well” he with a grin as he handed Dante a neatly wrapped bundle.

 

Dante opened it to reveal warm crusty herbed bread with cheese. He looked at Deimos, slightly touched at the gesture.

 

Deimos on the other hand had a worried expression. “Ah! Did I get the wrong bread? Do you not like it?” he leaned in close.

 

Dante coughed and stepped back to place some distance between them. “No it's fine” he said rewrapping the food and putting it in his travel sack. He tried to change the subject “so what excuse did you use to get off having to do her?”

 

Deimos looked thoughtful for a moment. “I told her I was faithful to the one I love” he grinned a shinning grin.

Dante was shocked “Eh! You have a love? Did you leave her behind in hell?”

 

“What? No silly Dante, the one I love is you” he stuck out his tongue mockingly.

 

Dante felt his face heat up and his anger flare. “Yo-You idiot!” he screamed, chasing Deimos who just laughed and ran away. They played cat and mouse that day only stopping when Dante was too out of breath to continue.

 

“One day I'm going to kill you” said Dante breathing heavily as he sat on a bench hunched over.

 

“I don't mind being killed by you” said Deimos with a smirk as he stood a meter away from where Dante was to assure his safety.

 

“Geez, you crazy idiot, what am I going to do with you?” he sighed stretching now he had rest, he looked at Deimos pointedly. “What's the use of a demon if it causes more trouble then its worth?”

 

A strange look flashed across Deimos's face before returning to his usually cocky expression. “Love and feed me of course and hey! I offer to help but you never accept it.”

 

“Of course I don't, you're offers usually involve something that would make the people of the church want to kill us.”

 

“Yer but I doubt they can since I'm a demon and their nothing but mere humans,” Deimos laughed. “What are they going to do? Stake me?”

 

“Oi… hey now, I'm a human too remember? Besides I'm sure you have a weakness.”

 

Deimos sat next to Dante on the bench looking thoughtful. “You're human but since you're bonded with me it's different. I see you as equal and not at cattle.”

 

“…Cattle?”

 

“Yup! You know? The ones that go `moo' and are really tasty. Their funny `cause they get mad when you pull its tail.”

 

“I know what cattle are, are you saying you see humans as nothing but dumb animals?”

 

“Yup!” said Deimos without hesitation and Dante whacked him at the back of the head causing Deimos to fall off the bench.

 

“What was that for?” he wailed, rubbing his head while he remained seated on the floor not caring of the people that stared as they walked past.

 

“What do you mean what was that for? I'm freaking offended.” Dante crossed his arms suddenly agitated.

 

“What! Why?” alarm was clearing showing on Deimos's face. He hated it when Dante was mad at him.

 

“Humans are intelligent creatures, we aren't stupid animals.”

 

“Animals are smart too you know? Just because they cannot speak human words doesn't mean they're not. Yet you can kill and eat them because you're at the top of the food chain so why can't I see humans as cattle since I'm even further up.”

 

“It's just not right okay? Humans aren't cattle to be controlled and toyed with is that clear?” Dante looked at Deimos like one would when they taught a child not to steal.

 

Like a child Deimos pouted “mhmn k then” he mumbled as he finally stood up and brushed himself off. “Ah! So when do we start our assignment?” he asked trying to change the conversation. Dante was glad for it.

 

“tomorrow since it's already dark now we should actually look for a place the rest for the night” Dante looked up at the sky only now noticing how dark it had become. Time often flew by when you had to take care of another living thing. “It's going to be hard tomorrow” he sighed getting up from the bench, he headed towards the nearest shelter.

 

“Eh? Why?” asked Deimos as he followed Dante who was running around him in circles and zigzags.

 

“Well, the head of the police department, our client; didn't give us much information so it looks as if we have to start from scratch”.

 

“Ah… I see” said Deimos as they stopped in front of the nearest shelter. A church.

 

Dante looked at Deimos hesitantly, could demons enter the threshold of a church? It shouldn't matter if he couldn't through since he could stay in the church while Deimos could wait outside. It wouldn't kill him after all would it? Deimos seemed to be ignorant of Dante's thought process and just smiled at the church happily. “um… can you go in?” he asked.

 

“Go in?” Deimos gave him a confused look before he understood what Dante was actually trying to say. He burst into a fit of laughter. “It's okay I can go in, I won't burn or anything.” He looked back at Dante fondly “but thanks for worrying bout me.”

 

Dante avoided his gaze as he opened the large wooden doors “shame, if you did burn I would've pushed you through the doors, payback for annoying me” he scoffed, not noticing the look of affection on Deimos's face.