Judas Priest
This is the story of a man named Darcy. But to begin, let’s take a look at what people call Nexus City.
Among many things, Nexus City could take great pride in the fact it housed the strangest and oddest folk one could face. Vampires, werewolves, leprechauns, all lived in harmony under a banner of peace and togetherness.
Sure, you could stumble on a few murderous rampages or two, perhaps a madman trying to cleanse the world from impurities or a demon king with a penchant for world domination. And of course, the loansharks…
But if one took everything into consideration, Nexus City was quite the lovely place to live in. That is, if one makes a living out of killing said vampires, werewolves and leprechauns. But not the loan sharks, you don’t want to mess with them. You have no idea what some are ready to do.
At first, business was booming. One simply needed to look at a street corner to find a decent contract or two. Money, cash, greens, dinero, asswhipes for the filthy rich! Cash or credit, but preferably cash. A wonderful philosophy for some, and a rather deadly one! It is simple math really.
Contract+Bullet to a poor unliving sod’s head=Money
Money=House+TV+Food+Booze+Ladies.
House+TV+Food+Booze+Ladies=Party
Party=Happiness
That is what the good, honest, respectable and hardworking folk need. By that logic, who could blame a gun for hire or two to go down the Eldorado? Not Darcy my friend, not Darcy. Although he wasn’t exactly a gun for hire either.
Perhaps the better term would be cross for hire. No, that sounds more like the Jehovah’s Witnesses’ thing. For a man of god that lad was supposed to be! And he was indeed, although that man had a different idea of the Christian god. An idea that made most Bible thumping, holier-than-thou folk rather displeased to the idea of having anything to do with him.
Not that he cared.
After all, getting to blow zombie brains off and getting PAID for it, all in the name of the Lord? Well, just try to fucking stop him.
Wealth, fortune, money… he had everything he wanted. He was happy.
But everything changed when the Hamara nation attacked.
Darcy took a stroll trough the streets, hoping luck would smile on him at least this once. Barely five dollars left, five dollars away from being officially penniless. He was meant to have a big contract that night, a chance to make some good pocket change. A chance in a lifetime.
But it seemed lady luck did not agree with that. Those damn suns or whatever the hell they were made it impossible for him to find his contract, the deal was off. Thanks a lot, Hamara.
What the hell is so special about this saint anyway? He grumbled bitterly as he kicked an empty can.
A can that was supposed to be in his hands, drunk with delight. Yet another day without any fruits for his labour. If only there was any labour. Maybe if he played a bit, he'd be a bit lu-
A crash sent him tumbling back ass first to the ground. Perfect, this day was starting just great. If he was any unluckier he'd have fallen headfirst and snapped his neck. He shook his head and opened his eyes to gaze upon a rare beauty. Luscious velvet hair, a pretty face and two great personalities. Make it three. Honestly, if he had to pick one word to describe her, it was gorgeous. He kinda felt bad for her bumping on him, goddamnit!
You know, maybe lady luck wasn't so bad.
Wiping the dust off his priestly robes, he smiled and got up, holding his hand out to the girl to help her up.
“Hey, are you okay?”