#devilarmsdealer

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Uptown uppers

Starter for @devilarmsdealer | Closed | TBA: Au

Tommy had been dropped off in the area some time this morning, he didn’t have a watch to check and it was far too bright to even bother looking upwards to see any clock towers or even bother with the tvs that lined the shop window as he passed. His hood pulled over his head he rubs his face and goes over his pockets. Enough for three meals today- but not enough for hunger and a place to stay the night.  The hotels here looked too pricey and he stuck out like a nudist at a nunnery. Suits, pencil skirts, flashy heels and slick briefcases. Tommy exhales. Right ... His client last night had been a suit. Had he been in the right mind he would have charged more knowing it. Cursing his luck he grabs a quick meal nearby to get the lay of his surroundings; he would need to get money if he wanted to sleep inside tonight.  It’s late lunch by the time he figures out where it’s a little less police patrolled, a little less ‘busy’ as far as those standing out on the street went, too. It’s a risk but he’s on the skirts of the upper streets when he takes off his hoodie and bundles it into a pile behind him against the wall where it’s at least safe for now. His money he keeps in his jeans pocket. Making himself as presentable as possible he looks around for a potential client. Even brunch didn’t satisfy his hunger, the food here is too expensive and he’s too hungry and hung over to run to the shit side of town for a greasy burger and fries.  Tommy’s rubbing his abs trying to distract himself from the thoughts of a meal when he hears a car, alert, he waits for the sound of a slowing vehicle or if it will send up a song of sirens and a voice. 

[eclipsedlegend]

Continued || @devilarmsdealer

[Text; TR:] I rather prefer direct arrangements. You will understand.

He would make no appointment.

Undoubtedly the phone would be traced to try discover the sender, however there would be no personally identifying records tied to it beyond a lone initial - S.

It would be some weeks later that a waiter at a high-brow coastal restaurant was tasked with the passing of a note from one patron to another. The recipient dined infamously, as always with the attention of a young boy who undoubtedly serviced at his beck,

‘Is now amenable? -S’

The note read simply.

It probably wouldn’t be, but that was of little interest to the note’s author. The presence of what he was would be undetectable to the other’s senses, the same as any mere human in passing. But he had no doubt he would be recognized on sight, even if it had been decades.

[gelum-lumen]

"If you keep killing my clients I'm not going to make any more money to keep you in this lavish lifestyle." Tony gave the limp foot of the demon at his feet a kick. "Was this someone else from your past, or are you having one of your jealous tantrums?" (devilarmsdealer - because Tony misses the boy ^^ )

Vergil scoffs and turns his head, a firm refusal to answer. It’s obvious in any case. That demon smirked and played coy the entire time, even daring to touch what was his at one point and worse yet, Tony had the nerve to entertain it. Sure he never egged the demon on, never let the touches last more than a moment, but he should’ve resisted more, should have said exactly what Vergil did.

He’s off limits. No one lays a hand on what’s clearly Vergil’s.

If the demon had just taken the warning at face value and listened then this could’ve been avoided. It certainly wasn’t Vergil’s fault that he blacked out once the demon started laughing. He couldn’t be blamed for his actions if he were to be so maliciously prodded and disrespected in such a way. 

“I haven’t killed that many, you’re exaggerating the situation.” He snaps, legs crossed as he sits on Tony’s desk defiantly as if there wasn’t the splattering of blood across his expensive clothes. “Maybe if you didn’t take such unruly clientele, then I these things wouldn’t happen.” A glare is thrown over his shoulder at his master. “And maybe if you established boundaries clearer I wouldn’t be upset with you now.”

[criimsoncloud]

🛒 for sale - this would be interesting for my AU sideblog devilarmsdealer if you're into that lol

@devilarmsdealer

He leaned against the bar’s table, hazy eyes flicking across the entire venue, the faintest taste of alcohol dancing at the tip of his tongue. Tight pants hugged his form, just riding upon his thin waist. Slim fingers pushed back a few strands of black hair from his face. Dyed, of course - silver hair would make him stand out... but then again, with his career, standing out would allow him a bit of an advantage.

But on the other hand, he was already sold for the evening, and merely waiting for his client to arrive, as per their arrangements. It was an attractive deal - quite a lot of money for a mere man like him, and willing to pay a large sum for a simple fuck... and V, being quite strapped for cash, just could not resist.

Yet it was times like these, V couldn’t help but wonder just why this happened to him, to return to this life of selling his body every night to random men and women. He had done it once before, a long time - desperate for food and shelter, willing to do anything to survive. Then he had a taste for power... and overstepped, defeated soundly. Ripped from everything that once defined him... and returning to this life of day to day selling himself, or else perishing upon the streets.

His thoughts were interrupted with a warm body slipping beside him, and a mask of pleasantness drifted onto his face. His lips twisted into a smile, a little more plastic than true.

“Hello,” he began, tilting his head slightly to observe the other man. He had not met this client before, so he was unsure of just how the man looked. He at least knew him only by voice. “Are you my ‘date’ for the night?”