"Soooooo booooooriiiiing!"
Near the city limits, in a suburban area within a small welcoming home for a family of four, corpses could be found scattered about in the house. One was mutilated and ripped apart, guts hanging out for all to see while they rested on the steps leading up to the second floor. Another was hanging from the railing, her top ripped open and half of her skull missing—blood and brain matter oozing out. Two young children were in the kitchen, huddled together with holes right where their hearts should be. In the center of this carnage was Freed Sellzan, sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table.
"Stupid fucking bitches and their shitty Servants! So unfair! Why do the Shitty Devils get Servants?!"
From atop his place, next to the dangling corpse on the railing, Assassin giggled. "Who can say?" he said with a grin, cocking his head. "The War this time around is very different. Anything goes, it seems. Still, I'm so sad! I wish I could have taken Rider's head! I think it would have made for a lovely house decoration, don't you think Master?"
"Oh she most definitely would've, same with that red haired bitches head too!" Freed agreed.
A shame he never got the chance to grab their asses or boobs. God damn did they have killer bods. It would have been so much fun to carve them up into bloody bits after he had his bit of fun. First things first, though… he was in a really shitty situation. His employers were dead, the Church was now occupying the town—a Master too from what he learned—and now he's gotta deal with Devil masters on his ass, too.
Again, a real shitty situation.
"Would have been better if I at least had the chance to fuck that little winged bitch." Freed remarked crudely. Raynare was a real piece of work, but fucking hell was her body a thing of beauty. And she obviously knew it, too. Why else would she expose so much damn skin? Shame he never got the chance to have a go at her. "Fuck. How am I supposed to punish Shitty Devil Worshipers when I've got Shitty Devil Masters and those god-worshiping dipshits on my ass? So lame!"
Assassin chuckled, amused by his master's obvious distress, yet at the same time he could feel his own emotions and thoughts. It fueled him with glee. How amazing this man was! However, he soon tensed when he felt something intrude upon his barrier and frowned, looking towards the side. "Master." he called, brandishing his scissors. "We have an… uninvited guest."
"Seriously?" Freed groaned, palming his face in annoyance. "Is it a Shitty Devil?"
"I do wish you wouldn't call me by such a filthy name, Freed Sellzan." a smooth voice called. The former exorcist stood up, hands on his hips as a tall man entered the disheveled living room, wearing a black leather jacket that fell to his shins. Underneath, he wore a pristine business suit with dark red pinstripes, though the dress shirt was unbuttoned to reveal a chiseled frame. His black hair was slightly unkempt, reaching down to his shoulders while bearing a rather handsome, yet menacing face with a curled grin, showing off sharp fangs. His eyes were a disturbing shade of dark red. "It is rather… disgusting to be named the same as those filthy creatures."
"Heeeeeh?!" Freed gawked at the man in disbelief. "Who the fuck are you supposed to be?!"
The man smirked. "The man who hired you, of course." he said, causing Freed to blink. "Of course, I had Raynare and her consorts contact you in my stead. Allow me to introduce myself properly." To the surprise of the exorcist, eight feathery black wings spread out behind him. "I am Kokabiel. Member of the Grigori, and one of the Cadre of the Fallen. It's nice to meet you in person."
"Ohoh. So a big shot's come to find me, eh?" Freed smirked in amusement. "So… whaddaya want? You here to kill me or something for fucking up the mission?"
"Nono, nothing like that." Kokabiel waved his concerns. "The opposite actually. I'm here… to make an offer..."
"... You have my attention..."
Assassin cocked his head, a wide smile forming across his face. "Oooh, a job offer from the Watcher of the Stars?" he asked, dangling upside down while licking his lips. "Does it involve lots of killing?"
"It may, if the Devils interfere." Kokabiel answered. "You see, there is someone of peculiar interest coming to Kuoh soon. She's in possession of a particularly rare Sacred Gear. Currently, the Church has been tasked with retrieving it. It would be quite a pain if they got their hands on it."
"So, in other words, I get to kidnap a nun?" Freed asked with a wicked grin. "Sweet."
"Not quite." Kokabiel shook his head wryly. "I want her Sacred Gear. I'm not interested in the little girl." He produced a folded up piece of paper, handing it to the crazed maniac. "This location houses the equipment necessary to remove the Sacred Gear. Suffice to say, if any of the Devils or anyone from the Church tries to interfere… cut them down." He paused briefly while Freed was practically grinning like a madman, no doubt enticed by this new job of his. "Also… there is another acquisition I require, if you're capable. Another Sacred Gear. It belongs to the young man who Raynare was tasked with killing."
"Hoh? A target that the bitch failed to kill before kicking the bucket? Sounds like fun..." His lips curled into a malicious grin.
"According to intel… he just so happens to be another master in the Grail War." Kokabiel added. "Consider it a bonus. You retrieve the Sacred Gears, and you gain extra Command Seals."
This, of course, only served to increase Freed's excitement. Getting to kill two people AND more Command Seals?! It's like Christmas came early! Of course he was in!
"You got a deal!"
While it was blasphemous to say, Kokabiel's smile was like that of the devil. "Good."