One of the many perks of Leon's unique job is how well each, "bounty" or job pays. Putting down the demons, witches, hellhounds and other crazy wild monsters and psychos that continue to roam the earth after their initial death is no easy job nor is it any laughing matter. So Leon is very well compensated for his troubles~ Of course Leon uses most of the money like any other regular person.

Though one of the many things Leon needs is of course informant, weapons, ammunition, resources, new magic spells and all the sorts of friendships and things that one doesn't immediately think of when it comes to this sort of life~ all the underground black market type stuff. Keeping people silent, paying off angels and demons. One of Leon's prominent associates is a handsome gentleman named Prophet who spends a lot of time betting on horses, and in fact owns one of the top winning horses that plays at this national track. There's a lot of shady things that Leon still doesn't know about prophet but these are the sort of grey area vices that Leon accepts to keep things going in life. Rumors that Prophet fixes his horse and that the whole race is fixed. Prophet is always accompanied by stereotypical big thug looking security guards who accompany him everywhere, like something out of a 007 movie.

This is all the more evident with the fact that when Leon is visiting prophet the whole red carpet is brought out for him, Prophet prepares his exclusive executive suite on the racetrack level. Fresh fruits, champagne and exclusive foods that can not be bought anywhere else in the stadium is always waiting for Leon. Leon is also no fool to just waltz in wish his regular clothes, even if he is wearing his nice formal outfit, the one with the white pants and open black suit top, no, for these occasions he has a special custom tailored outfit created, the kinds of ones you'd see at a national type breeders cup. Just before the first of 12 races is to begin, Prophet joins the tall white wolf in his own fancy eye catching suit, the two begin to chat. The usual formalities, they talk about life, and everything in between, politics, the life before this one, relationships, work, jobs, kills, food, weather. Everything under the sun. As the first race begins just like always prophet tries to convince Leon about betting, specifically betting on his horse. Says that it's almost a guaranteed win, gee wonder why that is.

The two talk some more, until one of them finally brings up the topic, as if that isn't the real reason they're both meeting today. Leon hands Prophet a good amount of cash in a professional way, a silver suitcase. Typical mobster style. Prophet inspects, they smile, they toast champagne, and they continue to watch and bet on all 12 races until the day ends. A firm handshake, Leon departs and all is well in purgatory~


Nice little art piece that I got with a friend who unfortunately is not on any social media. I asked if they would like to appear in this art piece that I've had in mind for a while getting a bit more into Leon/my world's lore, of course these things aren't just instant or without consequence. Leon needs to contacts, weapons and ammo, sorry of like a John Wick esque underworld. Sort of how like the Great Library contains knowledge of everything magical/paranormal/mystical that's ever happened since the beginning of, time?


Leon belongs to myself


Prophet belongs to a friend in a group chat who has no socials

Art of course by my well acquainted artist friend  DrKot
Thanks again dear for another~