“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.” ― Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man The darkness had slowly invaded Jessington for years, slowly taken a Demi-gods soul at a time. For years it was aloud to grew and work in the shadows without detection from all others. Many who lost there lives to the dark, changed in mood actions. The darkness creeps inside them and takes control, leaving them to scream silently for help on the inside. ~Ty~It had been a rough beginning to Ty's night, working at the Club as a bartender wasn't his ideal life style. Some drunk girl that he was flirting with got jealous when he flirted with her friend and decided pouring a martini on his shirt was a fitting punishment. Ty pulled his shirt up to see if the smell was masked by his Axe, but it wasn't, the Axe just made it worse. Taking off his shirt in the back room, and exchanging it with a clean white one, which were stocked pilled back here for incidents just like this one. Throwing his belongings back into the locker and placing his lock back on to it, he turned a played with his hair, making sure it was still looking "fresh." After a few quick adjustments to him self, he walked back through the employees only door, back into Breathes bar. Seeing the girl that had dump the liquor on him, still sitting there starring him down, Ty smiled a mischievous smile at her. Walking over, "What can I do for you." She smiled and asked him for another martini, he smiled a told her she could get one at the bar down the road, then took the empty glass that sit in front of her and wiped the counter clean. "Could you please move, there are some more valuable customers waiting for a spot at the bar." Ty smirked at her as her face steamed red with rage, signaling the security man to come get her, he wished her a nice night and continued serving other customers. *Dreama* Dreama's day had been awesome, like always, shooting guns all day long, though one incident stuck in her mind and made her mood shift. Some idiot teen and their father brought beer to her shooting range, which was located just outside of town. She had tried to convince them to leave and then the boy's father asked why she wouldn't join the party, Dreama had no want or desire to have relations with humans, for reasons she repressed in her mind. She told the man no and that he needed to vacate the premises, but then he grabbed a hold of her. Dreama did not want to have the man suffer, so she simply pulled a gun on him and his kid, and repeated the request she had given them. Dreama laughed a little bit as she thought of the day, if only they knew they got the lucky end of the deal. Getting in her car, she drove over to Breathe, it was a pretty good club, and he friend Ty worked there, and her cousin Kelsie owned it. By the time she reached the club, she could see storm clouds beginning to form over the city. Sighing she grabbed her jacket and made her way in through the back. She walked up to the VIP room and found Kelsie sitting drinking a purple haze. She smiled and gracefully sat in the seat next to her cousin. "How has your day been?" as she spoke the waiter brought her her usual, the clam Volcano. + Kelsie +Kelsie had a very invigorating morning, her day had started early with a seven mile run, and a five hour training session in the gym. She loved Mixed Martial Arts more then anything, well besides Dreama and the club. If was weird to think about it, they both were demi-gods and both human parents were foster siblings. "My morning was like usual, nothing changed except I knew I was being followed." Kelsie took another sip of her purple haze, it wasn't her favorite, but she liked trying new drinks Ty introduced to the club. She looked down upon the crowd of drunk dancers, and laughed as she saw one slip and spill her drink all over her white dress. Her VIP room saw everything, it was like she was the queen and they were mere peasants. She looked over at her cousin, "So I heard you pulled a gun on someone today." She smiled as she saw the shock on her cousins face, "news travels fast in this town." She returned her gaze to the dance floor, what other people could she find joy in their accidents and mistakes. $ Jesse $Jesse laughed at the poor innocent soul that sat in the chair, for the most part "Jesse" enjoyed the boy's screams as he crushed the poor guys skull with clamps, in fact that was why he kept doing it. That was one thing his other dark "brothers" feared about him, his lack of empathy for someone who had given all they could. The poor boy was dying and he knew it, and in a last attempt to get Jesse to stop he told him that he knew nothing more about where he could find the other Demi-gods. Jesse simply bent down into the boys face, "Are you sure that is all you know?" the boy started to cry and scream yes, "Wrong answer!" Jesse turned the clamps some more, not enough to crush his skull all the way or kill him, but the boy did start thrashing. "Now tell me what you know!" Jesse walked over and hopped up on the table in a setting position and looked down on the boy. The boy looked fatigued and like death was going to touch him at any moment, he just silently mouthed the words nothing. Jesse was angry at this point, he knew the boy knew more, "Wrong answer." Pulling the gun off the table he shot the poor lad in the head and threw the gun down next to his corpse and hopped down from the table, laughing. "Someone get this filth out of the my warehouse." Jesse smiled and walked out the door into the parking lot. Not a drop of blood got on him, and he was actually satisfied with something that day. He decided to go to the club that night instead of going home, but as he gained entrance into the club he regretted it, there was just so many ignorant horny people in there, if only they knew a sadistic killer was among them.