dezer Isn't just home to supernatural factions, But even different kinds of human factions, Criminal, vigilante, covers, cults ect. Dezer has many more than stated.
They all have their own goals, oddly vigilante groups like the Iron reavers, or White claw work alongside the wardens sometimes. Serving as information brokers or even scouts. They do directly fight crime, but often very specific areas.
Like white claw whom tackles illegal crime rings controlling the trade of pash drugs and fighting rings. Often controlled by exiled demons or sorcerers.
So a place like this coffee shop? Well it served as a place where business could be conducted discreetly. Protected by the Iron reavers and a few independent powerhouses.
Some might question this business, like how can they keep out major faction spies?
Well that's simple, the iron reavers have some ties to the right places. Ensuring everyone follows the rules or else..
That and the building actaully to hellrazers feels akin to their headquarter.. basically.. a living building!
No wonder spies go missing when they come into the shop. Living buildings aren't to be underestimated, they have mysterious means and how they are even made is a very tight secret.
Knowing it is as dangerous as playing Russian roulette with 4 rounds in the cylinder. Very dangerous.
Vigilante groups like Iron reavers or White claw can't be regarded as goody two shoe naive heroes. They have their own rules, their morale code and they control information brokering.
Vigilante is just a title given because of their anti hero ways of enforcing the law like a suped up punisher given an arsenal to play with.
Scary.
Yeniver discreetly took the package.
"Good, I'll get this to the labs and see if we can track this 'shadow'. Rice.. are you available tomorrow. I know it's your day off.. so.."
Rice didn't even think about It. "Yep, what's up?"
"I'm visiting hell to join in on the meeting there. And I need a bodyguard."
Rice make a weird face. "you? A bodyguard.. tsk, bub I'd Be a candle guarding a wildfire.. Why would you need me?"
Rice Is a three letter, and Yeniver is a four. Even if they didn't actively use their power there. Yeniver was still way stronger than him. To become a four letter your constitution needs to be peak condition.
He has heard stories that once you reach four letter your body is somewhat rebuilt by the denser hell energy.
That's another thing, he couldn't hold a candle to Yenivers quality hell energy. Or reserves or.. you get the point.
But Yeniver shook his head "you misunderstood. I don't need you as an actaul bodyguard. Its…."
Yeniver frowned, Rice waved at him. "Ok, okay. Look ill join. You tell me whats the meeting for afterwards ok?"
Yeniver relaxed yes thats good. "That'll do.. come to the 120th floor tomorrow at six pm."
"Mm" Rice nodded. He slid a golden coin across the table in the middle. Then both him and Yeniver quietly departed.
The gold coin sank into the table, bubbled.. then melted and disappeared.
Tab paid.
When Rice returned to his apartment he found something odd. His dead neighbors door.. Was missing.
Not like off its hinges.. no where the door was, now a wall is.
Rice shrank his head back making a weird look.
Approaching where a door should clearly be.. his hand hcovered over the wall.. huh? It felt like a solid wall no space behind it..
Not only that he picked up on a slight tinge of newly placed paint. But the wall looks just as old as the other walls..
Unless..
They used a specialist to age the wall!
Well this isn't right..
Rice decided to stop by the landlords office. A little Area near the front fencing. This was a gated community. Not that it stopped much. The wards on the walls haven't been upkept so naturally there are holes.
That said when he reached the landlords office. the landlord looked at him as If he was crazy. "There was never an apartment there you are imagining things."
Rice frowned. "No I'm not I don't imagine neighbors nor monsters with crazy appearances."
The landlord tsked. "Maybe it's your imaginary friend and you just woke u-"
BANG!
"Landlord, if you call me crazy, then I will drag you through that very wall and we will see of there is an apartment.. or a dead man.."
His eyes blazed, letting the landlord know.. he just called a hellrazer mentally ill.. the landlord waved. "Stop talking about this! Ignore it all.. or… Oh you broke your contract ill say that and get you kicked out!"
Rice; -_-
"Your really courting death, arnt chu?"
Eh?
The landlord felt the room grown rapidly hotter. "oh.. dear.. tell me how I broke my contract so I can.. FIX.. it"
Rice said with enthusiasm.
The landlord realized he definitely wasn't a two letter, when he glanced around looking for the symbols.. he saw them. A three letter.. fuck.
"okay okay.. i..I joke.. look.. I was told to cover it! I don't know anything more."
"By who?"
The landlord blinked. "What?"
Rice leaned in "Who told you to close it off?"
The landlord tried to think on it. But he shrugged. "i.. I dont-"
Rice left right then. There was some shit at play here. On his way back he even noticed they changed the windows out for the wall. As if an apartment really didn't exist there!
He didn't find this funny, but he will have to investigate himself after the visit to hell tomorrow.
Rice for the rest of the day watched cooking tutorials to try and make good French toast. And listened to his favorite true crime Playlist while he was at it.
He eventually did succeed in his French toast quest.
Like a true French toast warrior. He has passed the entry exams into the French toast kingdom. Getting knight as the chef of the toast.
Only to wake up the next day.
Hmm.. the other half of that was a dream.. he went back to sleep to continue experiencing that dream. Going on the treated French toast quest ever. Where he met scrambled eggs, bacon soldiers, the powdered mountains of sugar land and even fought the syrup overlord! Omelets stood in his way but he ate them!
Ahem..
He woke up when a fork slammed into him.
Aw.. he liked that dream.