Damien continued to sip his drink while the red-haired woman eyed him carefully, the man had ignored her obvious inquiry and continued to calmly drink, the regulars of the bar had never really interacted with him, but the oldest members knew he had always been there.
He was enigmatic and unapproachable and rarely spoke, simply observing everyone in the bar like he was counting them, constantly monitoring the windows and doors of the establishment, their clothes, almost everyone he scrutinized for more than a few seconds had died, as such everyone had grown cautious.
'This place is rather full today, that's probably why stray darts are flying around' his eyes fell on the people in the direction of where the dart had come from and fallen on a particular blonde haired man with a rather polite looking face he raised his hand and looked between his fingers at the man's face and then at the ceiling 'he would look pretty good in more lighting'.
Noticing his gaze, the woman followed his sight curiously "What are you doing?" she asked taking note of the way he had scanned the man catching the man's attention, who merely turned to her and offered a smile.
"wondering what angle would be best to shoot him" he paused and sipped from his glass before setting it down and continuing his voice a barely audible mumble "Maybe one day".
She shivered, the man's smile made her blood run cold, his smile was eerie, like he had found a delectable piece of meat to sink his teeth into, there was no anger nor bloodlust behind his analysis, like the dart thrown squarely at his face.
'One day huh?' The bartender glanced over at the blonde man and sighed internally and some of the patrons who noticed couldn't help but shake their heads, that man had been in a slump recently and had even gotten a bounty on his head.
But almost everyone had gotten a bounty at least once, although many doubted he would live much longer after this encounter, the patrons turned their gaze to the woman who was conversing with the death prophet Damian only to chuckle lightly.
"You sound like you enjoy it" The woman asked returning his eerie smile with a rather fake one of her own, trying to be as amicable as possible, there was no reason to be hostile in the bar after-all.
"Only a little bit, the money makes me happy at least so that's something". Many of the people in the bar had their ears perk up, this was the first time the man had spoken about his work, no now that they thought about it they just never asked him.
He had never allowed the conversation to reach that point, keeping his words and sentences rather short, most had assumed he just didn't enjoy discussing it, like he had just said, with that in mind they all wondered when he would stop replying to her.
"You're in it for the money huh?" she said teasingly, the man threw her a sideways glace that almost made her forget to inhale, his pools where like pools of darkness, tired and dull almost bored even, but this only lasted a few seconds before he asked carefully.
"Do you think it an artform?"
"It certainly is an art of sorts no?". The man remained silent for a few seconds, he took a look at his time piece and tapped it a few times and then rose from his seat quickly emptying his glass leaving some money on the counter.
"I suppose I can't argue with your logic" he walked towards the door and opened it, the sky overcast, making it seem later than it actually was "Do take care". A flash of lighting streaked through the air, illuminating his silhouette, and momentarily knocking out their electronics leaving the bar in darkness and causing everyone to blink, and then he was no longer there.
Walking back home Damien found himself in a rather good mood despite just remembering he had a flight tomorrow and thus couldn't drink as much, deciding to leave much earlier than usual 'Well at least there was a pretty interesting looking woman today'
The patrons observed the spot for a few seconds before the door shut on its own and the lights came back on. It started as a chuckle and then everyone burst into laughter and hoots causing the red-haired woman to be puzzled.
"Well done, I've never seen someone engage him so thoroughly". The woman placed a hand on her head and asked in confusion.
"Who even was that?"
The bartender shrugged "Who knows, he's been here before I took over, says he knew the previous owner"
This caused the woman to raise an eyebrow, the so called last owner was a rather influential broker who had retired and recently said to have died in an "Accident" and no one could find out anything more. "That is quite terrifying". She whispered under her breath.
The bartender chuckled "Imagine how I felt when he said he hoped I lasted longer than he other guy" this naturally earned some laughs from the patrons who continued to have their on slice of fun, she had never expected to have such an encounter in a remote place like this.
"How come no one's ever heard of him, I mean even an information broker like you should know something". The barkeep shook his head and picked up the money and glass.
"we only know he's involved with high profile clients; any further investigation always ends with the operatives never coming back".
"Not even one?"
"Not that I know of"
"You don't think it's possible right?"
"Id rather not find out if it is". All the patrons seemed to share his sentiment, nothing good ever came from catching the attention of the death prophet. They heard a small noise, the blonde man with the dart from earlier had seemingly tripped over himself in the corner.
'That mans dead for sure' they all thought.