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Welcome.

@eternalxones

“Peek-a-boo!”

With a sinister yet joyful grin, the demon rolled off the flat surface he just so suddenly happened to be occupying.

Popping up in random places far from his control or knowledge was a risk one had to take when stepping to one of the very rare and very quickly closed tunnels between Hell and the world above. Although all forces, wether they were divine, earthly or hell-sent, did their best to keep those rifts sealed off and guarded, it just so happened every once in a while that a devil or two managed to slide through it still. People paid good money for information on where to find these connections, desperate for a breath of clean air or a taste of fresh human souls. But Rakshan usually preferred keeping these little gems to themselves. When did you ever get the chance to go out uninvited, after all?

So here he was. Right in the middle of.. an apartment? The shattering of porcelain when he rolled off the table and more or less accidently kicked down a coffee mug suggested so, at least. Not bad. The last time he had stepped through one of those he had ended up somewhere in the Amazonas jungle near an ants nest. This was an improvement, at least.

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Welcome.

@valcfar

The woes of a lowly demon. When the chains of Hell were wrapped so tightly around your ankles, escaping the pit for a little day trip simply wasn’t that easy. How satisfying it would have been to be able to walk in and out however he pleased, instead of waiting for some primitive mortal to conjure him to a darn circle and pester him with their petty requests until a chance of escape presented itself.

Alas, Rakshan was not blessed with such independence. It should not surprise then that he had not wasted a single thought on possible consequences when suddenly, in a dark alley of the cursed tunnel system at the bottom of Dis, a portal had appeared. Such weak spots in the matrix did occur from time to time at random, linking the underworld with dimensions and places of the most ridiculous sizes and locations. Rakshan had had no idea where he would end up if he were to cross the rift. But seeing as his other option had been getting cornered by an angry shop keeper thrice his size whom he had stolen just a few bits of meat from, the decision met no hesitation. And what was life without a little possibly lethal risk to take?

Though admittedly.. now that the demon found himself in the middle of an unknown throne room, he did start to wonder. Perhaps the shop keeper would have been the better option. He shuddered.

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Devilish Starters

Taken from numerous songs, books, movies, and shows.

“Please allow me to introduce myself…”

“I’m a man of wealth and taste.”

“I’m in need of some restraint.”

“Use all your well-learned politesse or I’ll lay your soul to waste.”

“Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.”

“The devil, you see, is that friend who never stays with us to the end.”

“If you care to take a dare I’ll just make a bet with you.”

“I have never made one of them do anything. Never.”

“They use my name as if I spent my entire days sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commits acts they would otherwise find repulsive.”

“All these things I will give you if you fall down and do an act of worship to me.”

“When Nietzsche said God is dead, he forgot to mention that Satan died in the same horrific accident.”

“Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, there’s just God when he’s drunk.”

“‘Tis a woman that reigns in Hell.”

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.”

“We didn’t say it. Milton said it. And he was blind.”

“Heaven forbid that anyone worship anything but the One.”

“God? God is love. I don’t love you.”

“Do you know what Hell really is? It’s not lakes of burning oil or chains of ice. It’s being removed from God’s sight, of having His word taken from you.”

“Your war is arrogance. That makes it evil. That’s mine.”

“Don’t be afraid. This is your choice. You need to invite me in.”

“They say there’s just enough religion in the world to make men hate one another, but not enough to make them love.”

“There is but one greater than us, and to him … to him we no longer speak.”

“They talk of me going around buying souls, like a fishwife come market day, never stopping to ask themselves why.“ 

"They belong to themselves … they just hate to face up to it.”

“I could never again be an angel … innocence, once lost, can never be regained.”

“Been there, done that, wore the tee-shirt, ate the burger, bought the original cast album, choreographed the legions of the damned and orchestrated the screaming…" 

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This is War Starters

“This is not a game.” “It’s time to pay.” “You know you’ve got it coming.” “Whatever you do, don’t be afraid of the dark.” “The devil’s inside.” “One day I will get revenge.” “Pleasure to meet you, prepare to bleed.” “Honest to God, I’ll break your heart.” “Father has spoken.” “We were the victims of ourselves.” “We stole our new lives.” “I believe in nothing but the beating of our hearts.” “Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?” “Tell me, would you kill to save a life?” “Tell me, would you kill to prove you’re right?” “Where is your God?” “The promises we made were not enough.” “The love we had, we had to let it go.” “I don’t remember the moment I tried to forget.” “One day maybe we’ll meet again.” “Can you imagine a time when the truth ran free?” “We all fall short of glory.” “Were you ever a dreamer?” “Were you ever a traitor?” “Grab your gun, time to go to hell.” “I’m no hero. Guilty as charged.” “I’m no Jesus but neither are you my friend.” “I fell apart, but got back up again.” “So here we are, the witching hour.” “I’ll fuck you like the devil.” “I’m a ghost, you’re an angel.” “I’m just a stranger in a strange land.” “I’ve abandoned control.” “Now we’re gonna live forever.”

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The boy was at the brink of death. He had lasted about a week before his small body began to come apart at the seams, slowly but surely devoured by the cancerous entity that had nested itself inside him. The deal had been born out of necessity and opportunity rather than any sadistic joy in torturing a child (not that he would have been above that either). But in truth, Rakshan had merely been sick of roaming the cold streets without any comfortable opportunity to crash for a few hours. Coming topside relieved him of a lot many stress factors, but his continued homelessness was still an issue.

 What a beautiful change of fate, when he had come across the pampered boy and his ridiculously overprotective parents. A warm bed, lucky charms for breakfast, a jumpy little sister to torment, and not a single care in the world. The little rebel had readily taken him as a room mate, if only to score off his religious parents and ditching Sunday school. A true shame that the little wimp had started to fight when he noticed that the entity overtaking his life was about to ruin it thoroughly. 

Shoulda stayed in your lane and let me keep the wheel, the demon thought darkly. Wouldn’t be stuck on this bed now then, you little shit. And consequently, so wouldn’t Rakshan. The rope digging into his wrists was starting to get uncomfortable. He snarled. If only there had been a way to ditch that useless child and reshape himself at a safe distance without being sucked back into the void. That dumb family was grating his nerves.

"Get fucked..”, the demon pressed out between clenched teeth when the redheaded young woman that called herself a miracle healer approached the bed. She was small, thin, and pretty. A real doll, breakable like a twig from the looks of hers. If the picture frame had managed to hit her face, it would have snapped her neck in one clean go. But then why did the mere sight of her burn him so? 

He couldn’t look. Couldn’t keep his eyes open. Her whole body was alight with the fire of a thousand suns, bright and white and so sterile some might have mistaken it for purity. Bile bubbled up in the small empty stomach that had not seen any food or drink in two days. Rakshan shut his eyes and dug his nails deeper into the boy’s struggling soul. He had been on this rodeo often enough to know how it was done, but never before had a shining ginger bitch showed up to throw him off his ride. His whole being trembled when she leaned in closer. What the fuck was going on?!

With a wet hiss the small body coiled and uncoiled like a nervous snake. 

Off! 

OFF! 

GET THAT FUCKING FINGER OFF ME! 

A string of curses, as unfamiliar to any language known to mankind as they were crude, spattered from his lips; the child’s voice distorted into an underworldly growl. 

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Shiloh ducked when the framed picture was flung in her general direction. Behind her, glass was shattering against a door frame. A woman whimpered. She glanced back at the terrified couple and gave them her most reassuring smile. “There is nothing to fear. The infernal forces that keep your child will not prevail.” She said it with the kind of certainty that appealed to Christians, undoubting, unthinking. Intuition before insight.

The small body on the bed twitched and twisted. She watched the boy babble and hiss as he arched off the mattress. He flailed and spat. It was fascinated to watch a human soul fight with all its might against an intruder. It could be deadly even. A snapped neck, a concussion, asphyxiation. There were so many small mistakes that could cost the child its life and her her show.

She had already figured that the demon that had its claws in the boy was not particularly strong, but neither was the boy. She was surprised he had lived this long, to be honest. She might have to fix that, too, if she got the chance. It was tricky, though. She couldn’t extract the demon by force. The child’s heart would give out without a second’s hesitation. 

“Now I must ask you to leave the room,” She finally said as she approached the boy. “The demon might try to flee into one of you. Then we must start over. Go. Your boy is safe with me.” Shiloh turned to usher the parents out of the room, ignoring the father’s distraught objections. “Your child is weakened. I must cleanse the space. There is no other way.”

Said it, and slammed the door behind them. With a huff she blew a stray strand of red hair out of her face and looked back at the writhing child. Her feet carried her easily to the bedside where the boy was tied down. She reached out and touched the tips of her fingers to his feverish sweat-sheened forehead. 

“It’s just you and me now.” She whispered to the open air. “And we’re gonna have a little talk. I have a proposition for you.”

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.:ooc

I would love to really give this fucker more of my attention, but unless the day gains a couple of hours or I manage to split myself in half, I’m afraid that won’t really happen. So sporadic activity here will remain the norm I fear :/

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eternalandrei: 

He met his first hurdle when his attempt to reach into Rakshan’s mind was bounced. That was worrying. It looked like he was going to have to use his fists.. that wasn’t really his style, but there was no doubt that he could use physical force when he had to.

Armand was on him in a second and slamming into him with hopefully enough force to knock him onto the ground. He found fights thrilling, had always enjoyed his tumbles with Lestat underneath the hurt and anger that underpinned them. Maybe he would have to fight a little harder and dirtier than usual.

The demon did not even notice that Armand was trying to take control of his mind. His consciousness was wired unlike any human’s or vampire’s, and the body he was inhabiting was not even his own. Armand could knock against the walls of his head all he wanted and would be met with steel. Rakshan would not be aware of a single thing.

What he did grow quickly aware of, however, was the vampire’s extraordinary speed and determination. He had not fought with any bloodsuckers since the early 1700s and, admittedly had grown slightly rusty. As soon as he felt Armand’s full weight slam into him though Rakshan was back on track, nails digging into the other’s body like claws to take him down with him. If there was anything Rakshan knew how to do, it was fighting dirty, alright. What other chance was there for somebody like him to win, most of the time?

They tumbled down together, with the demon hitting the pavement first but quickly rolling over, one hand taking a tight hold of the red curls flying around Armand’s head. He ought to be wary of the teeth, he knew, for this was one of the few advantages the vampire definitely had here. Rakshan’s human body was not equipped with anything as sharp, neither teeth nor nails, to pierce through skin and bones.

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@whydidgodcreate

“Hehe. Gotcha!”

Rakshan had been watching the kid from the moment on he had turned around the corner. A clumsly, ugly, fat child walking around in such a perfectly tailored getup that there was no way a streetsmart bastard such as him would overlook him. While being well dressed and ugly was not necessarily an unusual combination, especially in the upper district of Dis, Rakshan could safely boast that he knew almost every important face around, and whatever brood of theirs that hobbled after them. This one, he did not know. Which could only mean that he was of no significance. Which meant he was disposable. But most of all, it meant that he was also weak as fuck. Given that all of these things applied to Rakshan as well, safe for the fancy suit, it made him just about the perfect target. And the suit part, too, would change in a bit.

Driving the poor boy into a dead end alley had been the easy part. Rakshan knew this city like he knew his parasites. Now, however, he ought to be quick. Least someone else steal his prey away from him. A pair of mean, yellow eyes gleamed at the boy from underneath the skull mask. Although the demon was small, he had absolutely no trouble inflating himself until at least his aura overshadowed his lacking size in many aspects.

“Hand over the jacket, kid. Five seconds before yer face is shreds.”, he barked, claws clicking dangerously.

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The Agent of Evil by Homerid

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A true shame that he had no means of materialising himself. The piles of broken concrete from the upper floor that had partially collapsed barely offered Rakshan anything to slip into. Those funny machines the other had set up looked more promising. But of course, the real treat - the tastiest bit, the apogée, the skill only a few handful of demons were actually capable of without raising suspicion - lied somewhere else. Rakshan had never managed to do it properly in the past, but there was a first time for everything, after all. But all in due time.

For now, he waited. A dark energy slinking through the porous walls, leaving every flower to wither which had been brave enough to stick its head out of the cracked stone.

The Ghost Hunter

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Rats and dust and old copper wires, half ripped out of the wall; and yet this place was still better than most dark alleys and abandoned houses that Rakshan had ever resided in down in Dys. Of course he could have found himself a better place to live - those posh suburbian families owned such a beautiful array of useless luxury articles and machines that the demon could have occupied himself with them all day before having a dip in the pool. But unfortunately, it turned out to be rather difficult to get rid of an entire family and relax between their rose bushes without the neighbours getting suspicious and eventually calling the police. Such incidents had spoiled Rakshan’s fun more than once before.

So now he had set himself up in this crumbling old office building, grabbing one of the local ghost stories that teenagers told their little siblings to scare them at pajama parties and putting it on like a coat to fit himself. Aside from the mostly calm and undisturbed environment, the few people who did come by for a visit usually made up for the lack of entertainment in the form of cable tv. Besides, a guy’s gotta eat. And eventually Rakshan had taken a liking to his new, shady reputation. Each and every time somebody went missing somebody was bound to show up and come looking for them. Friends, family, authorities.

A medium, however… that was new. The demon watched, his presence but a dark smoke lingering inside the cracks of the old walls, as the fairly young guy put up all his cute little computers and electronic devices. This was going to be fun.

He carefully hooked up his devices to a power generator and turned on a few standing lights so he could view the space better. The screens beeped and whirred and showed numbers and graphs that only made sense to the seasoned ghost hunter.

He holds a Dictaphone to his mouth and records, “The time is now eleven hundred hours, I’ve made base on the ground floor of the Dunwich building, temperature is sixteen degrees celsius, no irregularities yet, going into meditation now.”

He finishes his recording and moves to the large empty space at the centre of the building, he sits cross legged and shuts his eyes, taking deep breaths and focusing to clear his mind.

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dennisparryghosthunter:

An old dilapidated factory, a missing young girl, rumours of hauntings whispered by fearful locals, it all added up to the type of juicy mystery that Dennis had missed while temporarily incapacitated. While most of his job entailed the debunking of bogus hauntings, he was sure he was on to the real deal here, all the witness accounts seemed to point to a malevolent being, a poltergeist perhaps.

But then there was the case of the missing people, poltergeists weren’t kidnappers in his experience, something didn’t add up about these hauntings and the people were understandably scared. It was the family of a young girl that had approached him first, distraught and running out of options they implored him to search the old factory for any clues that might point to her whereabouts. Dennis hadn’t the heart to refuse such a plea and so he came to the small town to set up camp in the old building.

The smell of rust and dust was like the smell of home to him, these quiet places of death and decay were where he felt most at ease. He sets down a lamp to illuminate the dark open space and begins to set up his equipment.

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Rats and dust and old copper wires, half ripped out of the wall; and yet this place was still better than most dark alleys and abandoned houses that Rakshan had ever resided in down in Dys. Of course he could have found himself a better place to live - those posh suburbian families owned such a beautiful array of useless luxury articles and machines that the demon could have occupied himself with them all day before having a dip in the pool. But unfortunately, it turned out to be rather difficult to get rid of an entire family and relax between their rose bushes without the neighbours getting suspicious and eventually calling the police. Such incidents had spoiled Rakshan’s fun more than once before.

So now he had set himself up in this crumbling old office building, grabbing one of the local ghost stories that teenagers told their little siblings to scare them at pajama parties and putting it on like a coat to fit himself. Aside from the mostly calm and undisturbed environment, the few people who did come by for a visit usually made up for the lack of entertainment in the form of cable tv. Besides, a guy’s gotta eat. And eventually Rakshan had taken a liking to his new, shady reputation. Each and every time somebody went missing somebody was bound to show up and come looking for them. Friends, family, authorities.

A medium, however... that was new. The demon watched, his presence but a dark smoke lingering inside the cracks of the old walls, as the fairly young guy put up all his cute little computers and electronic devices. This was going to be fun.

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Me: *writes a reply*

Rakshan: no

Rakshan: do you want to kill me

Rakshan: is that what you fucking want

Rakshan: stop it

Me: *posts it*

Rakshan: *incoherent screeching*

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The woman - at least Rakshan was fairly sure that it was a woman, now that the figure had spoken - didn’t seem to be in the best possible shape. Her words came slowly, and the way she looked at him had the demon slightly suspicious of her true sanity. Maybe the sun had been hitting her head for too long and fried her brain. How long had she been walking out here? At least her presence implied that there ought to be shelter somewhere around here - a city, a settlement, ruins occupied by a few forgotten survivors - anything at all.

“What, you telling me you are not lost?”, he answered her question with a question of his own. “I don’t have any fucking stuff. Only just arrived or something. What the fuck is this place? Where are we?”

@pocketgxpher

Usually, hallucinations didn’t talk. They watched you from the distance, judging you. But in the desert, when your head was roasted every day under the scorching sun, everything could happen. For example, you could sleep in the ruins, and next day you find yourself in the ritual circle, naked and in someone’s blood. And if this strange short man wasn’t her hallucination, it only added more problems. The woman pushed the cloth from her face and bent her head to the side, looking at the man with curiosity and a little fear. And there was something to fear - when you started to see unreal things (and especially when you started to talk to them), it was an important cause to worry about yourself.

- Well, uh … - for the first time Ivakir couldn’t find what to answer. Usually the words came to mind by themselves, flew by themselves, but this time she couldn’t utter any word. 

- You shouldn’t walk with bare head. The sun will dry you like a small lizard, - not the best beginning of the conversation, but she had to start somewhere. - Who are you? You look lost. And where all your stuff?

Perhaps it was a very bad idea to talk to the mirage, but with her imagination Iv talked far more often than with ordinary people.

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“It’s not like I was meaning to pop up here.” Rakshan approached the closet, grumbling quietly, and tossed a glance at the spray bottle. He did not need to reach out for it or even spray himself to instinctively scrunch up his face hiss with disgust. “Holy water, really? The fuck you think I am? Some fucking dog?”, he huffed. Why yes, if this guy usually treaded around the grand prince Asmodeus, that was probably exactly what he was. Grand.

Just to make sure that Dennis was not going to suddenly remember the position of the bottle and viciously attack him out of the blue, the demon stepped back some again. “How do you even know Asmodeus? Who the hell are you?” Hopefully nobody too important.

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Now there was a reaction he had not yet encountered before. That some people could tell what he was at first sight was no news for him, although it was rare to happen. But this one was a first. Just who the hell was that guy that he knew enough demons to complain about their frequent company, and still lived to tell the tale?! 

Rakshan hesitated for a second there, thrown off by the mention of Asmodeus. He couldn’t possibly be talking about the Asmodeus, right? Oh, for fuck’s sake! What had he gotten into? If this pathetic twink was of any kind of interest to a grand prince of Hell, finishing him off and drinking a cuppa milk from his skull was absolutely off limits. Who the hell knew what kind of plans Asmodeus still had with him. Rakshan could imagine a lot many better things than being ended by an angry archdemon because he had damaged one of his toys. Royalty was fickle like that.

The demon rubbed at his eyes, annoyed with the overall situation. After he had dragged his palm down his face for good meassure, he went to follow the blind guy.

“Need some assistance?”

He mutters like an angry old man dealing with children that just won’t get off his lawn. He leans on the side table and sighs deeply, like he’d done all this before far too many times, like he was world weary and just needed a rest. He unknowingly mimics his house guest in rubbing a palm down his face in exasperation.

“Yeah… yeah you can help. You can tell me what you’re doing here, then you can pick up that spray bottle over there and just… just squirt yourself in the face for me.” He crosses his arms across his chest and taps his foot, “I swear I’m getting too old for this song and dance, every time one of you drops by it puts ten years on me.”

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There was little Rakshan could do but to watch in suspicion as the other summoned up his little light show. In the haunted silence of the night one could almost hear the gears rattling on behind his forehead, trying to estimate what kind of creature exactly he was dealing with, if the other posed a threat, and wether or not Rakshan ought to be worried about the magic he conjured. Not because he was so incredibly attached to the girl he was currently buried in ballsdeep - but because his own life was rather dear to him, thank you very much. 

So when the other’s powers crept forth all of a sudden, not providing any hint of whom they were targeting, Rakshan was forced to retreat. The pale body of the demon seemed dissolved into thick smoke on the spot. The girl, who had been held up by nothing but her abuser’s strong arms and invading body, dropped to the ground like a wet sac and remained there. A low and undoubtedly painful moan slipped from her lips before the magic reached her, blowing out her life like a candle before she already began to rot away where she laid.

Meanwhile Rakshan had put himself back together again and watched from the corner of a trash can how his nightly meal was turned into little more than ash and bones.

“Wow. Rude.”

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“And you need to shut the fuck up.”

What, the guy thought this was as vile as he could get? Better be glad the hole he was penetrating belonged to a consenting adult (well, consenting until the moment he had torn out her liver, but that was clearly a grey area). Rakshan kept his eyes on his new unwanted company and waited a moment, hoping that the other would respect himself enough to turn his eyes away from the scene and leave them alone. When he didn’t, the demon simply continued to thrust, yet kept his eyes firmly planted on him.

“You wanna join or what? She’s still warm. Not the worst catch you could make around here.” True that, because really, she wasn’t quite dead yet.

“ join ?! what …? no … ”               colors danced across his fingertips as he               silently summoned  a hex.               watching a live porno – a disgusting one –               wasn’t on his agenda. ever. the hex would               instantly decompose the corpse being violated               by the demon. the colors soon darkened into a               sphere of black, the lich shooting it forth to the               corpse. “ I’m don’t usually play the hero, but … sorry. this shouldn’t be a thing. ”

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Rakshan couldn’t tell when had been the last time that anybody had smiled at him and actually meant it. Spending most of his time in Hell it was safe to assume that nobody he ever met was his friend or seeked to become one, no matter the acts they were putting up to make him think so. No matter how friendly or helpful they appeared, absolutely none of them would think twice to stab him in the back if it suited them. Even among his more frequent social connections was nobody Rakshan would have dared to relax around completely. Which was yet another reason why the human world had such an appeal. Out here, he was on top of the food chain. 

Well. Unless there happened to be another demon just around the corner with powers that surpassed his own by far. Looking the newcomer over from head to toe though, it became obvious that was not the case. The devil’s lips twitched into a smile that mirrored the one he was shown, albeit he was definitely trying harder to conceal its petty nature.

“Blackjack, beautiful.”, he said after moving aside to make room for her. “Know the rules?”

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@demonbitch

The casino was filled to the brim with people. No matter where he turned, Rakshan could see dollar bills both on the tables and in their eyes as the sweat dripped from their brows and hands fumbled nervously with poker chips and playing cards. The demon quite liked gambling houses. Aside from the thrill of the game, the pretty ladies and endless number of drinks, there were always one or two desperate souls to be found who had lost it all and were quite ready to lose even more for just another 100 bucks in cash.

Rakshan had positioned himself by one of the Blackjack tables, when a figure unlike all the others crossed his field of vision. His lips curled into a smirk.

“Ey, you there! Care for a little game?”

One bitch could recognize another.

Except Dante was indifferent towards casinos. The creature observed the poker chips clicking nervously against tables and anxious hands, people bemoaning and cheering their luck, people twitching as they gathered ‘round tables and slot machines; she didn’t care. The only real perk, the creature, opined, were the desperate jokers and indoor smoking. 

Dante smiled; it was a faux smile, and very obviously so. Hell, she didn’t even like other demons that much. Immediately, she thought she should have just turned and strolled out and took her business elsewhere. Instead, the creature took a seat and said ironically, “Why the hell not. Kind of game we talking about?”

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He whistled, feigning admiration for her little trick. “How often do you reckon those things are your own hands?” Of course he did not truly expect any answer. 

“But you see, bad news and cops are even worse news and cops when you’re tired as fuck. If you really wanna shut it up, I recommend you try stabbing the alarm system. It’ll either give you an electric shock or give out. What are the chances?” Rakshan gave her a toothy smile. 

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“Oh but where’s the point if it’s no nuisance at all? Can’t let the owner of the car have all the fun for himself, can I?” 

The demon shouldered his improvised bat and cocked his brow at her. What a load of strange people roaming the streets these days. A bit of random violence did not appear to faze them anymore. It was probably the fault of all those gore-y horror movie productions and brutal video games. The youth today had become so aloof towards potential dangers. Maybe he should try again with a clown mask next time.

“You always use your knife to point at stuff?”

“They already have to deal with the insurance company and the law enforcement investigation, I doubt that a little bit of noise is going to be making it any more of a hassle for them, or make things any less fun.” The hunter sighs slightly, the alarm getting on her nerves far more than most other things did.

“You’re not in a position to comment, pretty sure you’re not using that pipe for it’s intended purpose.” His question had prompted a small smirk from Kara as she flips the knife in the air, catching it by the blade in a practiced motion so as not to cut her hand. “Besides Sometimes I use my knife to stab things, it really depends on the day.”