A Night Of Fun[Open]

[ares]

Music thudded in the sensitive ears of the beastly man as he wandered up to the bar. The bass of the song was blasting far too loud for him, but he made an attempt to ignore the noise as it resonated in his chest and pounded with his heart. Dmitrius wasn't meant to be on the surface right now. He usually only made his way up to commit acts of thievery, and yet here he was, sitting on a bar stool of the first level of the Pit.

He ordered three straight vodka shots, and downed the first immediately. The alcohol burned his tongue and blazed a trail of liquid fire down his throat as he swallowed. Last week he had turned 45, and despite his increasing age Ares only seemed to get fitter. His strength would slowly increase as would his speed. He'd never outrun a vampire, but he could certainly take one head on without too much trouble, so long as they were fairly young.

His body felt young and his mind grew older, his awareness of the world changed. He had been just a child when the apocalypse occured, and now he was to become an old man in the body of a 35 year old, all as a result of humanity's death wish. The werewolf swallowed the second and third shots in quick succession, his brows furrowed in contemplation as he hunched over the counter of the bar and considered his agelessness.

[ashmadia]

The Pit...

The demoness entered the establishment and surveyed the place. She was not impressed at all. Hades was much more impressive but it seems The Pit was a competitor. Ashmadia was sent by the other princes to survey this club...to see what the fuss was all about. Sure, they were demons, but they had to blend in with the rest of society. Part of that, means making money...those little colorful chips that made this pathetic city go round and round.

Perhaps this night will not be all that pointless...she could have a little fun here...cause a little havoc. Oh how the demoness loved causing havoc. Tonight, the demon of lust was dressed as she usually is. A black leather vest adorned her chest, revealing the outlines of her breasts and her tight abdominals. Tight, red leather pants fit her legs as if they were a second layer of skin.

Her black, heeled boots that were tucked under her pants clicked with every step. The demoness was a sight to behold and she knew it. Ashmadia looked around the club, sensing the lust the dancers were putting out and relished in it. It would just take a little push to turn these lust filled inhabitants into flesh eating fiends...but that could be later.

Ashmadia wanted to play now. The fellow princes of hell would often judge her for playing but this was who Ashmadia was...she did not give a damn what the other's thought. The demoness walked through the dancers, her hips swaying with every step and eventually made her way into the club. She looked at the man next to her and eyed him down and up. Ashmadia's eyes perked as she sensed what he was. Lycan.... Perfect...Ashmadia was in need of a new pet to play with...perhaps this werewolf could be the one.

She knew it was rare for werewolves to come out of the underground due to vampire rule. Ashmadia smiled brilliantly at the man, "Hey there. You look a bit lonely. Mind if I sat here?" Ashmadia sat on the stool next to him and crossed her legs. Now...the playing begins...

[ares]

As the werewolf continued to ponder how his life might pan out ,little questions came and went unanswered. His nose wrinkled as he found a new smell. Something...unusual. Like burnt wood, or ashes. Turning from the bar he saw a tall, raven-haired beauty asking if she could sit with him. Dmitrius raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down appreciatively, a smirk finding its way across his lips. He knew that The Pit was a hive of activity for those who loved the night, and its general goings on, but he was unsure if so many of these creatures of the night were quite so attractive.

"I got no problem, baby...What brings you to the Pit tonight?" His brow still arched he turned from her and passed some money to the bartender. "I'll have a beer....and whatever the lady wants" Ares winked at the woman by his side, and happily sipped at the bottle he had been handed by the man behind the counter.

As Sikes reached into the inside pocket of his old, rather beaten looking leather jacket, and produced a single cigarette and a match book. Striking up the match he cupped the flame and lit up for his nicotine fix. Vampires hated the scent of smoke, and it was hard to come by cigarettes at all these days, Dmitrius was going to have to kick the habit soon, before he was forced to do so. Until he could bring himself to do so, however, he would probably continue to steal them from those who had the privelage.

Rolling the smoke on his tongue the werewolf couldn't help but wonder what was so different about this woman. She seemed harmless enough(despite her leather outfit) and looked fairly weak. However, that scent, that fire that stung his nostrils was irresistibly inhuman. Taking a long pull on his bottle, Dmitrius turned to face her, his smile returning.

[ashmadia]

"I got no problem, baby...What brings you to the Pit tonight?"

Ashmadia grinned at the lycan and merely shrugged at the question, "Bored, wanted to have a little fun. Looking for someone to play with." The demoness' usual definition of playing was corrupting innocent people to commit evil deeds, steal souls, have sex...and at times...all at the same time. Ashmadia eyed the man up and down, obviously giving him 'the look'. She was a demon of lust, why should she hide her own lust?

The man was quite attractive...for a dog. Ashmadia needed a new pet...it had been centuries since she had a pet. "And from what I can see...I think I found someone." Ashmadia winked at the lycan but her features turned serious for a moment. She felt as if something was gently brushing her skull. The demonness narrowed her eyes for a moment and looked around, seeing a little girl staring right at her.

The demon of lust glared evilly at the girl but instantly smile and turned to face the attractive werewolf. She made a mental note to confront this girl...no one lurks inside of her mind...no one does and stays alive.

"I'll have a beer....and whatever the lady wants"

Ashmadia nodded at the werewolf and turned to the bartender, "Tequila, two shot glasses, and leave the bottle." The bartender went wide eyed for a second and instantly got what she asked...well...commanded really. The demoness saw a middle aged man walking towards their direction from the corner of her eye and when he was within reach Ashmadia grabbed him and looked at the man,

"Oh...sorry you seem familiar, don't I know you?"

The man looked at her and grinned, "Not yet." Ashmadia locked eyes with the man and with her powers, she sparked lust within him...and not just ordinary lust...an obsession...he had to have what he craved...he would kill for it. And what he wanted was not Ashmadia...it was the girl.

The demoness smiled, "Sorry, my mistake." The man left immediately to chase down the girl. Ashmadia turned to the bottle of tequila and poured the two shot glasses before handing the lycan a shot,

Ashmadia raised the shot glass and smirked seductively, "Cheers."

[ares]

A smirk spread slowly across the lips of the animalistic man. "Oh? And what games do you like to play, beautiful?" He winked at the demon, forgetting about the oddness of her scent and focusing more on the things he could interpret properly about her. She wasn't a vampire, that was for sure, if she was she wouldn't be hanging around with a werewolf, especially not one who smoked.

Dmitrius went as wide eyed as the bartender when Ashmadia ordered the alcohol. Booze was expensive nowadays, and he was just glad that it wasn't his money that they would be wasting. In a puff of smoke he turned in his bar stool, now facing the writhing mass of bodies that made up the dancefloor. The lycan leaned against the counter of the bar, looking Ashmadia up and down appreciatively once more. Definitely not human.

Then she turned and grabbed a passing man, which made Dmitrius raise an eyebrow. He dismissed the little interest he had when the demon pushed the man away, and picked up one of the shot glasses, which Ashmadia promptly filled.

Cheers.

With a smile Ares downed the mouthful of tequila. Though it was only a small amount he felt it burn down his throat, a liquid fire in his belly.

"So...Do i get to find out your name?"

[ashmadia]

"Oh? And what games do you like to play, beautiful?"

A wicked grin formed on the demoness lips, "Well if your lucky, perhaps you shall find out." The demoness let out a chuckle and watched as he took the shot glass and both drank in sync. Ashmadia placed the shot glass on the counter and enjoyed the feeling of the hard liquor burning her on the inside...though...the fire did not compare to the dark, hellfire essence within the vessel.

"So...Do i get to find out your name?"

Ashmadia chuckled softly, "Guess you can say I have a couple names, but you can call me Ash." The demon of lust was not lying when she said this. Ever since the dawn of time, Ashmadia has been called many things including the succubus, lust incarnate, Asmodeus, and much...much more. She wondered if the lycan knew she was a demon...though...she doubted it.

She noticed him look over her body appreciatively and couldn't help but return the favor. The demon of lust desired a new pet...she hoped this dog wouldn't break like the others. Ashmadia winked at the lycan and brought her right hand to the lycan's; gently tracing his hand with her finger,

"So big boy...do I get to know your name?"

Oh the demoness couldn't wait to play...