The Death Knell

Angels aren't the only ones in Los Angeles, the City of Angels.

As the saying goes, where there is light, there is shadow. In cities where angels, who represent the power of light, frequently appear, there are also a large number of demons or undead activities in dark alleys or underground.

Of course, it’s not because of the city’s name that angels appear here.

It's because the Prince of Hell's bar is here.

Lucifer abandoned the responsibilities of Hell and caused chaos, and the angels were more here to monitor what he was doing.

In fact, Lucifer has been living like a human being in recent years.

He cut off his devil bat wings and gave them to his ex-wife Izanami for safekeeping. Then he ran a bar on the ground, played detective games, and even picked up beauties.

But angels such as Gabriel and Raphael would come to him every three days. If there was any trouble related to demons in the world, they would always suspect Lucifer immediately.

But many times, they would discover that the final perpetrator was Constantine.

This person, who cannot go to heaven and is unwilling to go to hell, always seems to have to do something to feel comfortable.

At this time, it was raining lightly in Los Angeles. As autumn approaches recently, the rain has gradually become more frequent.

A thin figure wearing a yellow windbreaker walked out of a grocery store, and the bell on the door made a dull sound.

As if to say: 'Get out, you poor man! ’.

But the owner of the figure was already used to it. She took out a pack of newly bought cigarettes from the pocket of her windbreaker, flicked one out, lowered her head and held it in her mouth, rubbing a flame with her fingers and lighting it.

Compared with dinner, she chose to buy cigarettes first.

"Damn, I still have 1 dollar and 40 cents on me. I can't even buy a hot dog. I haven't got dinner for today..." She raised her head and looked at the sky. The rain was getting heavier. She pinched He smoked a cigarette and looked at the dark spots on it that were wet by the rain: "We are all in trouble. I didn't bring an umbrella. Money, you failed me again!"

She pulled up the collar of her windbreaker and walked toward the office along the street. She said to herself that although she was skilled, she didn't have any resentment. Instead, she seemed very free and easy.

The demonic flame in her heart made her whole body feel warm, and the rain made her feel no chill at all.

"If you can't buy me love, at least buy me dinner. Where can I get a dollar dinner?"

She smoked a cigarette and thought hard, but one dollar was really too little. She had to take on a business today, preferably someone who was in charge of dinner.

"Um?"

As she walked through the wet streets, she was keenly aware of the presence of demons in the depths of the alley, and someone was shouting for help.

This is the fastest and most straightforward job.

I saw a monster with bat wings on its back, six eyes on its face and a lot of tentacles. It grabbed a fat middle-aged man and threw him to the ground.

"I'm going to eat your soul, tear off your head and suck it off."

The winged demon, drooling yellow, moved closer to the victim's face.

Demons like to scare people before eating them. The soul of fear is more delicious. It would be better if it is more desperate.

However, just when it was about to move its mouth, a strong red light lit up at the other end of the street.

A series of high-level demonic words sounded not far away, and a very powerful hell magic instantly hit the demon, turning it into ashes directly in the air.

Arabelle approached the fat man who fell to the ground. If he died, she wouldn't mind using the dead man's money. His soul had been eaten by the devil, so it would be useless to ask for more money, wouldn't it?

She put down her hands that were casting spells, took off the cigarette cartridges and flicked the ashes. When she saw that the fat man was not dead, she made a small sound.

Although the timely casting of the spell was to save the person, after the person was saved, she expressed dissatisfaction. She was so conflicted.

The middle-aged man got up from the ground and packed his briefcase in shock. A large number of various documents in it were scattered on the damp ground.

Arabelle just lowered her head and smoked quietly, thinking about recent events.

"What is that?" The fat man hugged the briefcase to his chest.

Arabelle raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. At this glance, she didn't know that he was a clerk in some company. This kind of person didn't have much money: "Obviously, he is a devil."

"I'm sorry." The man said solemnly, shrinking into a ball.

"I mean, these things are everywhere in town these days," Arabelle hinted.

"I'm sorry." The man lowered his head and repeated these words.

"Forget it..." Arabelle was too lazy to talk. She was going to go back to the office first to see if there was any divorce entrustment.

The middle-aged man held the briefcase, his broad face full of curiosity: "You saved me with just two hands. How did you do it?"

"I learned it from YouTube videos, and became a master of the dark arts in two hours."

"Really?" The middle-aged man looked longingly. Even an ordinary person who knew nothing about mysticism had just felt the power of magic and its destructive momentum.

Arabelle took a puff of cigarette and spat aside: "For someone who was almost eaten as dinner by the devil, you have a lot of problems."

"I'm sorry..." The man lowered his head.

Arabelle sighed. The fat man's submissive character seemed to be caused by his daily life. He was probably a poor person, and she was even more pitiful because she had no dinner.

"Okay, we're done. You'd better go home quickly and lock the door." She patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, turned around and planned to leave.

"How should I repay you? You saved my life." The man asked from behind.

"Do you have cash?" She tilted her head slightly, and the cigarette in her mouth kept getting wet and dry: "I usually charge for this kind of work."

"Yes, about forty dollars." The man touched his pockets and took out a few crumpled bills.

Arabelle quickly turned around, grabbed the banknotes with her hands, and began to count the banknotes with her thumbs wet with saliva: "My charges in the past were much higher than this, but this time, let's treat it as a special price for new customers."

At 38 dollars and 50 cents, you can have something good tonight, let's have Thai food.

She stuffed the bills into her pocket, waved her hands and planned to leave.

"Who are you?" Fatty asked her again.

Arabelle patted her head, took out a stack of business cards from her pocket and gave them to the fat man.

"Take more and give it to your friends. I have a feeling they will need it recently. My exorcism service is currently running a buy-one-get-one-free promotion. Help me promote it."

Of course, for a middle-aged person who is almost transparent in life, it is difficult to say whether he has friends or not...

He watched the beautiful figure disappear into the night, then looked down at the business card, which gave people a particularly unreliable first impression, and then quickly ran towards his home.

For ordinary people, what happened tonight is a bit too exciting...

Arabelle was in a good mood. She had dinner. This cruel world would not let a capable person go hungry, and she was very capable.

She is the strongest spell caster she knows.