don't mind us, we're just s[p]illing our guts

[Sonderous Jay]

a beating heart of stone...

If Enoch was honest with himself, he really expected this whole deal up on the surface to be a lot easier. The amount of compulsion he needed to just get him into an operating room was enough work. Then having a schedule he could move however he wanted was a whole other matter. He'd thankfully left work for the day, and while on his way home, he stopped at a building with the title written across the top. "The Inferno."​

He's passed the bar a couple times now, debating if it was worth taking the time to enter. Upon approaching the club, the door itself was covered in demonic runes, most likely only visible to others with eyes such as his. Enoch pushed the door open, if who he was expecting was, in fact, here, he'd have nothing to worry about in regards to his permission to enter. Pushing the door closed behind him, he walked in slowly, shoes clicking on the clean floors. He took a seat at the bar, looking around the space to check for anyone who may not be of his realm. Deciding that the place was empty for the most part, he knocked on the surface of the bar, allowing the illusion on his form to fall away. The flesh shifting back to it's normal, grey, purple colour. The hair grew out in an instant to it's long white state, long bangs falling in the way of the demon's black and gold eyes. The long tall horns growing out in their deep purple colour, adding easily a foot to his already tall stature.​

"Kassandraaa..." He called out through the building in hissed Infernal, the native language of the demons. Not waiting for a response, he continued to speak. "Nice place, how long you been running it? More silence. "I need to get something to Lucifer if you would be so kind."​

...living your life cutthroat​

 

[ʜᴇʀᴍɪɪᴛ]

ASHLEY 'REGULUS' MORGERNSTERN ​

A low hiss escaped a pair of grey lips as bike tires screeched to a stop. The handlebars of the bicycle were well worn out, the ragged rubber digging into the demons palms when he tried to balance himself. Although he was stoned out of his mind, Ashley knew that it had been a bad idea to steal the bike from wherever he had found it. Recently, he had lost his license and honestly he couldn't be bothered filing for an appeal. He'd been there on earth for months now, but time hadn't been on his side for the entirety of that ride. Ashley had tried his hand at working, but that hadn't worked out too well. He'd moved cities at one point, yet he couldn't help but return to the place where he knew others like him roamed. Perhaps they weren't completely like him, given success, but they were still anchors to what he really was. He couldn't forget that as much as he wanted to. His mortal body wouldn't let him forget. However, here he stood wearing thrifted jeans and his prized ski jacket, looking like a complete mess, trying to remember where some club was. ​

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The hiss from earlier was triggered by one of the chains of the bike clicking out of place which sent the demon boy stumbling to an embarrassing halt. Well aware that he was walking around during peak hour, Ash kept his eyes down and hoped for the best. With a mutter under his breath, Ash propped the bike up against the nearest wall and left it there to rust. Pushing off from the wall, he continued his 'journey' and began looking at everything around him. ​

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Ever since being thrown out of hell, the boy had begun to learn as much as possible about his new home. Overtime he had collected many questions, but given his status among the mundane world he never got the answers to them. For a time he pretended he was French, adapting to the language and acting like some tourist. Unfortunately, it only lasted a little while given how rude and lazy mortals are. Though now he had a rough layout of the land and didn't look like a complete fool.​

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Wherever the other demons were, Ashley tried to stay far away from for he didn't need constant reminder that wow, he was a total mess. He'd embraced it by now... but you can only hear it so much. Yet now he wanted to visit some club a fellow demon owned... Times were changing for him and his boredom.​

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Normally, he wouldn't be allowed inside clubs such as 'The Inferno' with how much of a trash panda he looked. But thankfully he had connections, ones that maybe didn't matter, yet still connections. Grasping at whatever he could from his pockets, Ash managed to find an empty wrapper. Though there was a lighter, only no cigs or weed to partner up with it. Life just wasn't working out all that well. What worried Ashley was what would happen the moment he stepped inside this club that seemed to cater for even his kind. Would he only look like a silly old mortal? Nothing remarkable? That would NOT be ideal. That worrisome attitude made a bitter taste set in his mouth. Ash didn't know if that was nerves or just how bad his breath was.​

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HOWEVER, the club did appear overtime. The blurriness in front of his eyes left him to squint and see just what was in front of him. Immediately he was given a sudden wave of nausea and familiarity. As he was out of his mind, the stench of demons messed up with his adapted senses. Since he was so used to picking on humans and dealing with them all day, demons were something he needed a second to register. Human souls were something completely different, they smelled sweeter than any of his demon friends. And not to mention, their flesh tasted better than any of he store bought crap like beef and pork. They lacked flavour to Ash and getting into contact with the ingredients he needed was no easy task either. Meanwhile there were demons that, he admits, stunk of sex and death. Why was he even going to see any of them again? ​

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Well, he was working up the courage to reconnect. He'd been in debt for way too long and deep down he was praying they would take pity on him and help him out a little bit.​

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Maybe he could even make a deal with the old man downstairs if nobody wanted to spare him $100 or less.​

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But fuck no, he decided against it immediately. No he would not make any deals with the devil. He would only stand outside the club and hope for the best, strumming his hands against the wall and chuckling darkly at the slowness of his movements thanks to his brain having a complete meltdown. If anyone walked by, they sure as hell would see his heavy bags and tired, horny eyes. That was his persona at this point, looking like a raccoon and being damn well proud of it. But he was certain his body wasn't too pleased with that fact given his lack of a kidney and the occasional abdominal pain.​

 

[Sonderous Jay]

1, 2, 3, 4 FIRE'S IN YOUR EYES
5, 6, 7 MINUS 9 LIVES​

TANITH JEKYLL
tanith must have had the most boring job in the history of the world. sure, it had a pension and good health benefits and was fairly low maintenance. but it was boring. she wanted to get into a fist fight with a bear or drop kick a baby into a harbor, not sit in a library and be nice to rude old people. the elderly were the worst patrons. always thinking they're better than her because they were retired or some shit. she was older than most of them! but they'd never believe her. so, she was left fetching them books on how to make a doughnut or bird watching. at least she was surrounded by books, that was always weirdly comforting. finally, her shift ended and she could get the hell out of here.
she hurried down the street to her shitty apartment to change out of her work clothes. if she had to spend another minute in slacks and a button down she was going to kill someone. she hurried through the lobby and up to the third floor and down the hall before bursting into her empty apartment.
the place was shitty. it wasn't dirty, no, she kept a clean place. it was just small and cramped and smelled faintly of take-out and weed despite never having either in her apartment. she locked the door behind her with one hand, the other unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it on the hand-me-down couch. her pants followed. tanith hurried into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before grabbing her coat and running out the door again. she didn't want to be late, as odd as that was. her boots thumped rhythmically as she took the stairs two at a time. she offered a nod of hello to an elderly man with no eyebrows on the stairs and picked up her pace. she was not about to get caught in a conversation, especially with a possible neighbor. she wasn't about to be friendly with them. hell no. all so she could have them knocking on her door and asking to borrow sugar or something? that's a hard pass.
once she reached the night air again, she felt much better. funny how a pair of jeans made her feel much better. her pace slowed to a leisurely "do not fuck with me" as she walked the familiar path to the club. she wasn't a club person, hell, she wasn't even a person--for now at least--but she liked the inferno. maybe it was just the company she kept there. not like she did much interacting, she was more of a wallflower wherever she went, but it was nice to be among people like her. there was never a dull moment.


posted for inej!

 

[altai]

willow whitevale

in all honesty, she really wasn't in the mood to go clubbing. she had just finished a period of complete isolation outside of her job, doing the least she possibly could to interact with people during the time. it was something the pink-haired woman did frequently, much to the annoyance of her coworkers and - not her friends - acquaintances. the graduation from her antisocial slump was enough of an excuse for willow to hit the club, despite how strongly she came off as opposing clubbing activities.

clocking out of her shift at work, willow makes quick work summoning an uber and transporting home, stifling a yawn all the way. upon arriving at the sorry excuse of an apartment, the cotton candy-haired demon promptly flops onto the old, stained couch and falls into a light sleep, something not quite unlike willow enough to be concerning. she wakes on her own minutes later, rubbing at her eyes as she shuffles into her bedroom in order to rifle through her wardrobe.

picking out something that is sure to get her a human soul, willow does little else to prepare herself, either not caring or keeping an eye on the time. she is confident in herself and that's all it takes to reel them in like fish attracted to premium live bait. she scoffs at herself in the mirror just thinking about it before a grimace follows close afterward, a grim reminder of just how human willow had gotten within the past weeks. straightening up, the she-demon exits the run-down apartment complex and hails a ride, sitting in silence to the club.

the time was early and willow knew it. the club wouldn't be alive with activity, and yet she continued on as if nothing was the matter. a figure crosses her line of sight in the growing darkness and it only takes a second of careful observation for her to recognize the form of tanith. adjusting her pace to catch up with the other demon, willow keeps her eyes ahead at the approaching building and her face in its signature straight neutrality.

"i didn't know you were a fan of clubbing, tanith."

 

[Centuries]

detective bellerose. that's what they called him. eden didn't enjoy his job for the right reasons; he didn't have good morals, nor did he care about the lives and deaths of mortals. being a police investigator allowed him to scope out almost every happening in the city, every beautiful sin. murder cases were his favourite. it had nothing to do with wanting to catch the criminal, and everything to do with the dead bodies. he loved looking at the little corpses, so fragile and vulnerable, and because he was able to sense minute details like the temperature of the blood in their veins, figuring out the cause of their death was always a piece of cake. he kept the dead bodies afterwards, as delicacies for his demon friends.

today was his day off... kind of. technically he was meant to be working on some paperwork, but it was boring and he was tired of staring at computer screens and having his fingers cramp from typing. sneaking away from mortals was much too easy, even if they were policemen. it was almost as if they wanted him to do it. so he did. and where did a demon want to go to be away from his duties? obviously, he chose the shadiest club in town, covered in runes and reeking of demons despite the time of day.

"hey," eden called to a strange creature near the entrance. it looked kind of like a sickly human, although he could scent that it was not. ever since he'd become police, he found himself noticing weird and suspicious things other people usually ignored. the creature had a face that would have been handsome, once, but it had probably learnt what drugs were and thrown its life away or something. some pitiful mortal problem. "what are you doing here? intimidated? need a way inside and around?"

 

[ʜᴇʀᴍɪɪᴛ]

ASHLEY MORGENSTERN​

ashley leant against the wall when he felt a certain wind brush through his hair and rattle his bones. the scent burned his nostrils and made his eyes water. so this is where it began, the 'frenzy' of demons that flocked toward this club in particular. this was what always kept ash from ever actually showing his face around those parts. yes, he had said to himself he was going to attempt to rejoin this small society of soul hungry demons, but he wanted to do it in his own times without being rushed. this scent alone wasn't helping him, plus that pressure he felt made him shiver all the more. he felt it through his fingertips and at the ends of every one of his hairs. he'd heard about enoch... some hardcore demon that even he had heard about. ash breathed deeply and chuckled to himself, that intellect being muddled almost immediately by the haziness of his own altered consciousness. and then there was another strong presence literally walking over to him.

he stood up straight and tried to look somewhat presentable, but who was he kidding? turning his eyes over to this taller man, ash batted his eyes and smiled in a welcoming way. that is, until he heard him bring up 'intimidation'. standing on his toes to look a little bit taller, ash rolled his eyes and answered. "not lost, nor intimidated. just... very out of it". his fingers fluttered as he spoke, gesturing toward his temple in a flourish to further prove his point. the blurred look of this man's face made it all the more difficult to understand who he was walking to. but his eyes, oh they were something. ashley stuck out his tongue and hummed, trying to thinking of something.

"bright lights, ya know? it's way too much to handle. so yes, getting in. difficult"

ash's broken speech made him look like a complete junkie. or at least more than he already appeared. but, he saw this as stalling and he welcomed it because it took a lot of confidence to waltz into somewhere you hadn't been to in ages, especially with ash's... predicament. however, he did have a pretty face to act like he was passing the time with.. until he left at least.