''Guys, guess what?'' Casper positioned himself, aligning his body parallel to the target line, his gloved hands fisted around the club as he prepared to take a swing.
''What?'' Leo asked, taking a small sip of the dark brown substance the humans call coffee under the small tenth they set up in the large golf course. Their eyes on Casper as he took a backswing. His blue eyes narrowed on the ball as it projected itself high in the air landing not too far from where they were. They all knew Casper was terrible at playing golf, but they still brought him along because of his desperation to be counted among them. The great elite twelve of Russia. A twelve group of powerful demons with high ranks and highly favored by the angels. They are also in partnership with other famous demons around the globe and are known to achieve remarkable things in the business world.
