Not your Typical Angel

Recluse x Trickster

This is an unfinished wip I wrote a long time ago but I don't think I'll ever continue it so I decided to post it as it was

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A bang. Loud noise. Screams were heard before screeching and then nothing, just silence. In a dark alley, a black haired figure brushed the only white lock of his hair behind his ear and tightened the tie around his neck. The man looked at the white mess behind him and left the area to reach his car which was parked near here. He opened the door, got in, and sighed. It was tiring to move all around the town to get rid of ghosts every single day.

It would be a bit easier if he had someone else to help him but Heavens were so short on staff that he could keep dreaming of ever getting assistance. Well, it wasn't that bad either to be honest. He didn't really like the idea of having to deal with some random angel who knew nothing of the field. He was already busy enough like that.

He sighed again and lifted his hand towards the glove compartment to pull out a file he had flipped through an infinite number of times. Something about some demon running amok and causing trouble. He had been on this case for a few weeks and he couldn't find much, he had some clues here and there but more investigation had to be done before coming to a conclusion.

He frowned then put the file back to its place and started the vehicle, setting off on the road. The trip only lasted around half an hour and after parking his car in a lot, he entered some building which looked like any other. He got in the elevator and went up to the third floor, the doors opening right away to an office. He passed the hallway without minding other people to reach the last room at the very end of the corridor. Once inside, his gaze immediately drifted to a silhouette clothed in a beige coat, with a blindfold on their eyes.

"Clark."

"Oh, Aesop, right on time."

Eli Clark, Recluse, detective, and so on... His number one suspect. The male had been working with him for a few years now, and he had helped him with several cases involving his other job in the mortal world, some sort of information retrieval business or something. It was mainly a cover so people wouldn't question if a single man with no family and profession lived in the villa he lived in, a gift from God in exchange for treating him like a slave.

"Is there a problem?"

"Not particularly, I just have some news about D.M."

"Tell me everything."

The raven haired male tightened his tie a little more and walked past the brunette to sit at his desk, pulling something to write with from his drawer before looking up at the man with his dark eyes.

"You'll end up choking on that tie."

"Don't mind me, what did you find out?" he replied bluntly.

Aesop cleared his throat before loosening his tie again. He couldn't stop himself from touching it, it was stronger than him. He couldn't feel completely comfortable with Eli in the room and he hoped that wasn't too obvious. He had every reason to suspect the dark-haired man. Despite his network, Aesop knew nothing about Eli. He had apparently arrived in town around the same time as him and had also used the same excuse that he had just moved in from the next town but yet, going there himself, no one knew a man named Eli Clark.

There were too many coincidences at once not to be suspicious. However, D.M. was also a likely target. He was a wealthy man and with all that wealth, it would be easy for him to cover his tracks if he was indeed the demon he was looking for.

"It seems he met Succubus in secret."

"Do we know the reason?"

"No, but that alone should pay off quite a bit I think."

"Better than nothing I suppose."

Eli glanced at Aesop before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes with a lighter. The dark-eyed man then pushed the ashtray on his table in his direction and the brunette approached, thanking him weakly. He took a cigarette from the box before burning the end and then pressing it between his lips, then pulling it out to release a cloud of smoke while tapping the stick against the ashtray.

"Sometimes I wonder if what we're doing is the right thing."

"We put our lives on the line to get information and then people buy it from us. It's a fair deal."

"... If you say so."

"Why are you starting to hesitate now?"

"Ah, don't get me wrong. It's just that... I've been wondering a bit lately."

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