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Argenti looked at the dead thing at his feet. It had been masquerading as a human. The low-level succubus would have even believed that it was human except for the fact that it had been employed as a high school teacher just so it could prey on younger students. As such it was in all reality one of the worse monsters that Argenti had the pleasure of dealing with. Even in his own head that sounded sarcastic, but it wasn’t supposed to be. It truly been a pleasure to deal with the thing. He had had it in a dark room for almost a week. At first it had begged to be let go. Then after the second day it had started to beg for death. Argenti was not an angel of justice or some other such nonsense. He was a sadistic demon who delighted in tormenting things that deserved it. There was just something so satisfying as breaking every bone in a monster’s body one at a time before slowly skinning it alive inch by bloody inch. IN the end Argent had killed the child rapist not because he was filling merciful, but because he was bored and needed to clean up. On second thought he didn’t want to be late to this meeting. He would have to clean up later and hope the human cops didn’t find it first. Argenti did take the time to wash up in the falling apart sink and change before leaving. He did want to be presentable.
As he was leaving, he heard a whisper, “A work of art, as always Argenti, a practical feast.”
Argenti paused to grin a not nice smile as the shadow that shouldn’t be on the ally wall, “Oliver. Did you gorge yourself on that thing’s pain without my permission?”
The shadow laughed, “Like you care. Al me feasting does is put them in more agony.”
Argenti shrugged, “True enough, but if I still did all the work.”
The shadow melted of the wall to take a more three dimension vaguely humanoid shape, “Fair. You seem to be in a rush. Shall I clean up to pay for my meal?”
Argenti shrugged and his smile was just a tad less menacing, “Fair is fair.”
Oliver laughed, “We should both be on our way then. After all fair is fair.”
With that both demons parted ways, the shadow back into the room to clean up and probably sell the body to some other demon that would eat the flesh. Argenti wasn’t too worried that that Oliver wouldn’t do a decent job. The shadow would probably so a better job than the succubus would. This wasn’t the first time that they had come to an arrangement like this after all. Argenti was well versed in causing pain and that was what Oliver lived off of. Argenti hadn’t realized that Oliver was in The City or he might have called him before starting. It was very likely that Oliver hadn’t been there the whole time. He probably came upon it part way though and hadn’t wanted to be rude enough to interrupt. Argenti trusted Oliver about as much as Oliver trusted him, which was to say very little, but right now it was a mutual arrangement that had a very little chance of one of them ending up dead. So, for now it worked.
Right, right now Argenti needed to get to the place that this meeting was happening. He could step to Inferno and then step back to the hotel in question, but the rumor was that there would be a least one angel there and Argenti wanted to avoid any infighting in this group that The Detective had managed to collect right off the bat. It was a good cause, or at least a cause the succubus could get behind, he didn’t want to sabotage it right away. As such showing off the fact that he was a demon right out the gate was not the best idea, especially since he was a low-level demon at that. He didn’t want any angels to get it into their heads that smiting him was a good idea. So, he hurried though the rain in his dark jeans, green t-shirt, and black rain jacket.
He wasn’t the last one to arrive at the conference room, but he was one of the last. He had been wrong about one angel. He thought at least two of them were angels. There was also what he thought might be a demon of some sort and a witch. Then there was something that didn’t seem like a demon or an angel but did seem impossibly old. Plus, at the head of the table, was The Detective. This was not Argenti’s ideal crowd but there was breakfast. He snagged a donut that he could tell had some sort of red jelly in it covered in glaze that melted under his fingers to sit two seats down from the witch, He did not speak to anyone as he bit into his donut, raspberry it turned out. He wasn’t here to make friends. He was here to hear how this particular group of people were going to help each other deal with the Outcasts. Because they did need to be dealt with.
He did mutter under his breath, “Raspberry. Why couldn’t it be strawberry?”