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Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B... good thing he was at least a guy...
The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.
He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.
As he pushed the bar’s door open, some of the people immediately looked at him. Monsters were something that people saw from time to time but a small winged demon lizard was still rare. Wubbles glared at them which made them immediately look away. The lizard quickly glanced at the only picture he had of his target and quickly hid it away in the pocket of his jacket.
