The Devil's Last Mission

Uno: The Good Devil

"The greatest trick the Devil pulled was convincing the world there was only one of him."

Damon

"Hey, Damon! Ain't you coming tonight?" he said, smiling. The skin around his eyes wrinkle everytime he smiles.

His name's Seth. He really looks like an angel. But actually? He's not. He's a demon.

I sipped my whisky.

"I still have something to do tonight." I said calmly and handed him a glass of whisky.

"I see. See you tonight, my lord." He winked.

Asshole.

I guess, it's time for me to reward myself. Time to have some fun.

I drank the remaining whisky on my glass.

"I wonder when will I recieve my last mission.." I whispered in the air and heaved a deep sigh.

I've been living on earth for 100 damn-f*****g-years, waiting for my last mission.

Uh, I miss hell.

Yes, hell.

I'm Damon, the devil. And I f*****g ruled hell.

Seth

"Hey! Where are you? The party has started." I hissed.

"I think I know my mission now, Seth." he said with emotionless voice.

I gasped and took a step backward.

"What is it? Stop fooling me around, you idiot."

Damon loves to make fun of me by saying he knew his mission.

"It's not what, it is who." he said and ended the call.

I opened the gps locator and type the name of Damon. I found nothing. I quickly ran towards my lamborghini and headed at Damon's condo.

I opened the door without ringing the doorbell and saw him having a drink, again.

"Can't you ring the f*****g doorbell, Seth?" exclaimed, Damon.

"Not for now. No."

"So tell me, who is your mission?" I said frankly. Hoping he's just fooling around again.

"I don't know her name. I haven't ask." he said and heaved a deep sigh.

"Aren't you happy you got your last mission? You seem stressed."

"I'm just.. Uhm.. I'm uh. I don't know.." he said, confused.

I noticed the timer on my wrist. It is indicated that he have 100 days to finish his mission. And I have to help him.

"What's your plan now?" I asked, trying to make a plan in my head.

"Take her to me."

Sachi

"What? Are you insane, Sachi?" my friend, Sam exclaimed.

"I need to work. I need money.. You know my reason, Sammy." I said with my hoarse voice. I'm surprised how my voice sounds.

I decided to apply a job in a club. I have no choice. I need money, dad needs to recover.. I feel exhausted just by thinking about working in a club.

"See! You're sick too. At least let yourself recover so that you can work. I'll work with you." she said. I nod and drink the glass of water she offers to me.

It feels good in my dry throat.

"Wait here, I'll go buy you some medicine." she said, seems worried.

"No, Sam, I'm good." I really felt good after drinking a glass of water.

"Are you sure? You want some food? I'll cook for you." she said.

She really acts like a mother. I softly chuckle at my own thought.

An image of a tall, muscular man suddenly appeared in my mind. Fine as hell nightmare stand up and was visible with his emotionless expression.

"Sachi, what do you think?" Sam suddenly ask.

"W-What?" I asked out of nowhere.

She looked at me with her confused expression. "I said, what on earth are you going to do in that club?"

"Of course we're going to work." I said sarcastically.

"I mean.. What kind of work?"

"Anything they can offer. Bartender? Waitress?"

"What? Are you craz-"

"We'll leave as soon as we get to find other job." I cut her off.

I don't like this job too. I just don't have any choice. The salary at the club was doubled, this will be a big help for paying the expenses at the hospital.

I got up, and dressed quickly and ran downstairs. It's 7:00 in the evening and this is my first day to work on the club. I don't want to be late.

Sam flounce off into the car irritated, making an angry face. I just shook my head and waited for us to arrive in the club.

My head was kissing the glass as I watch the raindrops land on the car window. Tap. Tap. Tap. A thousand, million taps at once. The language of the water always makes me feel at ease, as if there's nothing to worry about everything.

We arrived at the club after 10 minutes of driving. The rain is still pouring, so we decided to run over through it. We entered the club with our clothes wet.

"Are you Ms. Sachi Larson? And you are? Ms. Sam?" a guy asked and turned his gaze at Sam.

"Yes." we shortly replied.

"Follow me." he said and lead the way.

"He seems nice." Sam said. A small smile appeared on her face.

I was about to laugh at what she said when I suddenly bumped into a man.

I look up slowly and saw a man looking intently at me.

I felt a tingling sensation running up my spine, and a bit running down my leg.

I finally saw his face. His smell and presence remind me of the first time we bumped into each other.

"I'm sorry, sir." I said nervously.

"It's fine, come and sit here." he said with that deep manly voice.

"Start working as soon as you filled this up." he handed us a paper and left with his assistant. Well yeah, that guy who leads us here looks like it's his assistant. Not sure.

"Oooh- that was.. awful, Damon."

"Shut up." he said while they walk past the door.

"The questions are weird.." Sam said as we filled up the form.

"Yeah, they're different."

I wonder why they made us answer those weird questions than interviewing us. We started working at the club past nine. A group of friends reserved a vip, and we are assigned to work for them, deliver their drinks.

"Hey, miss. Can you give as a shot of tequila?" the guy shouted at me.

I nod then bow my head as an answer. I quickly go to the bartender to get their drink. I saw Sam talking with my boss' assistant.

I was about to give their drink when someone whispered in my ear. "How much are you, beautiful?" he said with a smirk on his face.

"I'm working here, sir. Excuse me."

I was about to walk past him when he grab my shoulder and forcefully face me to him. The sound of the broken glass i dropped filled the club at silence.

"I ask politely your price.. and you disrespect me?" he said. Anger is visible in his eyes. He tried to kiss me when someone came out and punched the guy in the face.

Damon..

He punched and punched and punched the guy until his face was full of blood. He beg him to stop but he didn't.

"I punish evil people, you deserve it."