Origin of Evil

[Faber]

The pair of drunkards licked their lips as the damsel wiggled in the dark. The one making out, quickly planted his hands around her waist, pulling her in closer as his buddy copped for a feel. Pure lust drove the trio into a wrestling mess as the men attempted to live through their drunk fantasies. The one locking lips with Isabella soon felt weak in the knees as he continued to do his best to the young girl. He sleepily opened his eyes only to see pure black irises staring back.

Ash shrunk inside the bar as the macabre attendants mingled with tequila in hand. The bartender finished her call.

"Can I help you?" she grumbled to Ash, examining her maroon lipstick in a nearby faucet. Her black lace sleeves and pierced eyebrow blend her completely into the bar's aesthetic, but she seemed sane enough.

"Umm, yes, I'm looking for someone. My... friend. She's underage and I think she may have wandered into here."

The jaded bartender quirked a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "A friend?"

"Yeah, she's only sixteen. The guy outside told me he thought he saw her come in."

"What does the chick look like?"

Ash examined the stuffy dance floor, examining the sea of black lace and leather pants. He had to admit that this was the worst place to play the 'goth card'. He searched the recesses of his mind for any distinguishable feature other than her love of black. One thing came to mind. "Umm, well she's rather... curvy and still in high school."

The worker sighed. Her bright eyes glanced at the willowy forms swaying in the poorly lit space. "I have an idea where she is."

 

[Dr. Octavia Freak]

Isabella's kiss to the man in front of her was now impossible to break, as it felt like a force was keeping their lips locked. Isabella's pure black iris's blended too well in the poorly lit room, as it was hardly noticeable apart from the one who she was sucking the life force from. The force became a bit stronger as a pheromone seemed to be targeting the other male in order to distract him while she devoured his friend's soul right in front of him. She proudly displayed her round bottom to the one behind her, practically pushing it up against his crotch as her ample breasts were groped. He was next, that was for sure. Her hunger only grew with the demonic entity waiting to finish off this male and then getting to the other.


The bar was bustling with several different types of party goers, though the "goth" crowd seemed to be rather abundant now. There was also the fact that the place was poorly lit to begin with, making it hard to see any darker colors in the first place. The music was loud, constantly thumping, so if anything was happening to Isabella, it would easily drown it out. Some lewd thoughts would come to mind, especially since Isabella had been in some close situations before - and usually was saved by Ash himself or her supposed "best friend" Ryan, the same person who got her into the goth look. They were also the same person that convinced her to show off her body while retaining the goth look, having also been the leader of the friends Isabella had made over the last year or so.

 

[Faber]

The man kissing the young girl slumped against the wall but the girl continued to press her lips to his, sucking in the final remnants of his life force. The friend continuously groped her as the teen's intoxicating pheromones numbed his senses. He pulled her in more as his buddy's grip diminished. The entity cackled as the poor sap slid against the wall, landing on the floor with quiet thump.

The bartender rolled her eyes and pointed to a door in the back. Golden cues cut through the darkness as faint light filtered through the door's glass panel. Ash gulped as he gave the bartender a small tip and a thank you. He clenched his hands in his pockets as he wormed his way through the sweaty mass of dancers. He eventually made into the door, examining its peeling paint as he let out a sigh. The door creaked but no one can hear it over the blaring music.

Ash entered the billiards room, fully prepared to see grown men drooling over the adolescent. The music no longer ringed in his ears as the sound proofing in the walls did their job. To his surprise, the room was relatively empty. Three drunks sat in one corner, sleepily bullshitting. Their cues were haphazardly stacked against the wall and several cue balls littered one of the many ill cared for tables. A red door caught his attention. Ash assumed it was a karaoke room of some sort.

He walked away from the dull thumping behind the glass paned door into the eerie quiet of the drunk's space. The one sitting against the far wall gave Ashton a sneer.

"Hey bud!" he slurred, failing to get up from the floor, "Wait your turn. I'm sure there will still be ass left over."

The other two hollered with beers in hand. Ashton felt a stone in his gut. His steps took him to the three drunks. They resumed their drinking, ignoring the only sober soul in the room. His lips tightened into a line and his brows furrowed. There was only one thing he could think of to do.

"This 'ass' wouldn't happen to be in that room over there," he growled, pointing at the red door, "would it?"

The drunk lazily nodded, finishing off his drink. Ash took his hands from his pockets and tightened them into fist that made his knuckles white.

 

[Dr. Octavia Freak]

In the dimly lit room, Isabella was quick to turn her attention to the imbecile humping her from behind. She then locked in a passionate kiss, the same one that caused the boy in front of her to lose his life force. Her stomach growled loudly, as she needed more than just souls to satisfy her. As the demonic entity grew, she too gained more knowledge of how to hide the evidence. Her tongue moved against the man's, almost trying to lick her own lips rather than tongue wrestle. She would feel his hands go deep into her blouse, feeling her overly perky and firm breasts - they seemed unnatural, yet so natural. She'd actually feel his erection up against her crotch. She began to grind against it, willing to go as far as she had to in order to seduce her prey and feed her new master.


The drunks seemed to go on about Isabella's "ass" and a few times, her "gloriously round mammaries" were mentioned. They all seemed to cheer, beginning to mention what they'd do to her to show her a good time. It was unsettling, especially if one knew Isabella wasn't supposed to be in the club in the first place.