Party Poison (Open)

[abaddon]

In a club like Hades, Abaddon could feel at home anywhere. He felt even more at home the level known as "Wrath" of course, since that was his domain in hell back before the war. It wasn't quite as good, but at the mortals here could die when you tortured them, rather that have them just get knocked out before they came back to life for you to torture them more like they did down south.

Sat in a large, comfortable chair in front of a cagefight, Abaddon chuckled to himself. His mere presence was sending the two fighters into a mad sprawl of thrown punches and grapples, which looked rather comical to him, considering they both looked like they weighed little more than half his body weight, and were more than one foot shorter than he was.

He was tempted to make them try to kill each other, but he had a feeling that would end up being a house loss. Knowing who ran the place, he wouldn't want to anger his siblings. Not like they seemed to have noticed he was there anyway. They must have been preoccupied.

The chair almost creaked as the hulking man shifted his weight slightly. The thing must have been bolted to the floor to prevent escaped fighters from fighting each other with them. Now, that would be interesting.

[sydelle]

Another fruitless day. If there were any werewolves in this city, they were in hiding. Not that Sydelle could blame them. This place was crawling with parasites. It was enough to make you sick. Everywhere she turned, there was another one. Acting like they were so much better than her. It took every ounce of control she had to not rip one's head off. She needed a place where there were guaranteed to be no vampires.

With all her anger and inner-demons, Hades seemed like a good place. The fact that there were guaranteed to be no vampires there made it the ideal place. Sure, there were humans. Fragile little things they were. And if they came on to her...well a girl had the right to defend herself, didn't she? Just the thought of snapping some pervert's neck had her hurrying inside.

It didn't take long for her to figure out what each of the levels were for. Not many of the seven sins applied to her. Lust used to, back before her change. But hey, when the guy you're sleeping with comes at you with fangs bared, it kind of kills the mood. Wrath, on the other hand, she had plenty of. Supposedly it was just a werewolf thing, even though she hadn't met enough of her kind to be sure. She made her way to the level, ignoring the leers of the men. They saw a hot woman. She saw pathetic little sacks of skin.

The moment she stepped in the room, she could tell she was going to have fun. There was a cage fight going on. A pretty severe one, by the looks of it. They were both human, so the fight could have been more entertaining, but you had to take what you could get. She noticed the strange glances people were giving her. Since she'd began looking for a pack, she'd toned down her "I will kill you" stare. Unfortunately, that left her looking more sensual than strong.

"Hey sweetheart." A voice said from her right. "I think you're on the wrong floor." Without bothering to look,her hand shot out and wrapped around the guys throat. He immediately started sputtering. She turned her head to see a homely man covered in leather, trying to pretend he was tougher than he was. "I think." She said in a simmering voice. "I'm in exactly the right place." She half-pushed, half-threw the man away. He hit a wall with a large THUD! causing the cage fighters to pause momentarily before throwing themselves at each other again. Sydelle smiled and muttered "Home sweet home."