It was black. Everything was totally dark; no sound. No light. Just pitch blackness. Nothing to be heard or seen in this black abyss of nothingness. Nothing... blackness.

But then a switch was turned. A sound of the flick could be heard from what ears were around, and the lights flashed on to be a dim yellow white color that flooded the room. And a figure would be seen from the back door, foot steps slowly walking closer and closer and finally the figure was in the light. A tall woman; slender and curvaceous with a tight black strapless corset around her hourglass waist and clinging to her large breasts that were covered by the material. And on her waist was a tight black mini skirt with chains looping through the belt holes; long and ripped up tights going all the way down to the large black heels she wore. She had black fingerless gloves covering her long fingers, and on her neck was a black choker with black pearls on the edges.

As she walked further into the light, you could see her face. A strong jaw line; high cheek bones, pale creamy colored skin that looked like freshly cut cream colored marble. Her black hair was curled, resting past her shoulders and bounced with her walk. Her bangs were side swept across her face to the side but some of the lost strands hung by her face. She had on black sparkling black eyeshadow and thick eyeliner, her lips nude with a light sheet of gloss over the supple full lips that slowly curved into a wicked grin. She had on a studded bracelet hooked around her slender right wrist and three spiked bracelets on her left wrist.

She flicked another switch and red lights instantly turned on to match with the dim white lights. Revealing a large club. To the left was a giant bar; with alcohol and drinks all along the wall and chairs lining the sleek counter top. The floor was black with silver sparkles all across it; the dance floor covered with reflective tiles and a stage to the right of it. Towards the back were tables and chairs for sitting and drinking; elegant but retro furniture and couches and comfortable chairs were all along the sides, here and there, for couples who needed to get comfortable. And of course there was another room guarded by a red curtain; for those who wanted some privacy or needed to feed in privacy; but mostly a place for naughty behavior.

She then pushed a button on the control button on a panel next to the light switch. A song blasted throughout the club as she smirked slightly and walked over to the bar, setting her coat down on it. She knew her workers would be here soon; ready for the club to open up for the night. She had a band reserved for the night who would show up in about ten minutes. Tonight was going to be an amazing night; she knew it would be. The woman would smile as she rested against the bar, glancing towards the back door ready to give the look to whoever walked in first. She was smirking; an evil kind of smirk as she crossed her legs out in front of her, relaxed.

This was Chandra Lethera. The owner of The Dungeon.

Saying that New York City never slept was an entirely correct statement. Even though it was night, people still swarmed the sidewalks, cars flooded the streets. Heck, there was so many lights, the sun might as well be shining. Okay, maybe not so bright, but close enough. Among the thousands of people that were pushing their way through the mobs, was one twenty-three year old girl - Audrey Cooper.

Audi had just left a local bar, having been hired to sing. The bar was a man's bar, having strong drinks and scantily clad women running about. And so Audrey left, being fed up with the lustful glances directed at her. With the tinkling bell announcing her exit, she stepped out into the night.

Her throat parched from singing, Audrey scanned each building as she passed, hoping to find a place that would suit her needs. She'd moved to NYC two years ago, but had yet to memorize exactly how the city was laid out. Not finding a place that really interested her, Audi kept walking. After awhile, she realized she'd gone into the not-so-good part of the bustling city. Noticing a door that advertised drinks, and blaring music seeping through, Audrey went up to it. The "Open!" sign wasn't lit up, but Audi didn't exactly care. Pushing the door open, she was met by a woman dressed completely in black. "Nice place." Audrey commented, after examining the club.

Just barely over the blaring club music a faint howl could be heard emanating from one of the back rooms raising in volume and pitch. Suddenly a cacophony of otherworldly screams and demonic chants pierced the air, a noise no doubt familiar to Chandra after all these years, and some low crunching, snapping sounds. Every so often as a distinctively male cry was added to the mix. The other voices faded away leaving only the shouts of a well known demon-wraith for several moments until the sickening cracking sounds stopped abruptly. "What a mess..." The voice suddenly sighed and after some shuffling emerged from the back rooms to the bar. It was Famine once again in fresh clothes which were a tad disheveled at the moment; his blood flecked converses hadn't even had their laces done up. "Ah! Just the old maid I was looking for... Hawareya, Chandra?" He asked in the clear, lyrical as ever tone as he tripped a little on his own laces, "Bollocks... Ahem. Keep your Alan Wickers on, I will be decent as the decadent dare quicker than ya can flick a bean." He grinned, revealing the thousand, pointed needles of teeth between his pale lips. The wraith's feeble fingers quickly tied his laces and straightened his gray and black shirts before fumbling to pull his braces up. "Ya have not seen that damned mop, have ya? Bloody thing... Heh! Well it will be soon should I be lucky as we advertise. Which I'm not, but oh well." He rambled, rubbing his deathly pale, spindly neck as he searched beneath the counter. "There ya are!" He exclaimed happily, standing up with the old, stain mop in hand and shuffling off to the back rooms again.

Famine returned after a few minutes, pulling on his braces and getting his spiked hair just messy enough, "So, what's the craic?" He asked conversationally, setting up the bar and 'admiring' Chandra's dress, "Is that a dress or a belt? I cannot tell these days." He joked, white eyes gleaming in the club lighting and replacing the mop where he had found it. He quickly slipped on the enchanted collar which prevented him from spoiling the drinks. The Irishman began humming a little before a woman bustled into the club, Famine quite sure that Chandra wouldn't open the place until everyone was here. "Nice place." He grinned slightly, "Why thank you. And you have a grand arse but the two don't mix altogether too well." He told her, "Unless you are not the full shillin' I suggest one or the other move to accommodate, hmm?" He suggested, drumming his bony fingers on the bar, "Guess which is going first." Famine didn't really mean any insult or hard feelings but ever since the cultists had show up he hadn't been terribly fond of uninvited guests.

The door silently swung open. A... thing stepped through, clad in a concealing trenchcoat and fedora. As the door shut and he was sure no mortals were watching, he took them off. Salamut the Desolate, former servant of Hell, stood in The Dungeon. He took a seat on a barstool, staring glumly at the countertop. A tongue of flame licked out of his mouth to singe the countertop. He sighed. Normally, he'd be greeting the staff at this point, but he'd been having a rough day.

Aniella Fletcher did not belong in this part of town. In fact she probably didn't belong in this bloody country. New York was noisy,dirty, and ridiculous populated with assholes.Both supernatural and human much to Aniella's chagrin. As she walked towards the Dungeon, Aniella did her best to walk as close to the light as possible.
Lamplights flickered on sidewalks and allowed a small amount of light to be shone on Aniella. Her light brown hair that was spattered with blonde was braided in an intricate design that fell to her waist.

The tip of her hair looked as if someone had dipped it accidentally into a vial of bright blue ink.She was pale, but had enough color that other supernaturals didn't mistake her for a vampire.Her small lips were naturally pink, but on this night she had decided to coat a small layer of blue lipstick on them.Her body was covered with a soft electric blue colored cotton material, one that only reached to her thighs.

Of course she had shorts underneath. She was no where near as daring as Chandra with her outfits! As always the girls nails were well manicured and painted
a bright pink color.In short Aniella was a complete contradiction to what the Dungeon looked like.Her personality to rather chipper and friendly, and while she was
a Siren she rarely did any "man-Snatching" at the club.The only reason she went there was to see her best friend.

Aniella shook her head;causing her braid to threaten to unravel."By the Creators my hair just w-" She paused and stopped,looking up from her hair and towards where the entrance towards the nigthclub was.

A few people were beggining to wander inside, some supernatural and some she just wasn't sure of. Of course she looked odd to them in her bright outfit and odd colored hair.Like a firefly inside a nest of bats.She shivered slightly from
some of the glances she was recieving.A man was looking at her in a rather crude manner, wagging his eyesbrows as if his eyes didn't already suggest enough."Hey sweetie, whats a cute thing like you doing around here?" Aniella chuckled as soon as
the words crept out from the mans mouth.He was intoxicated,and by the smell of his breath quite heavily."Cute?Oh lad theres nothing cute about me."She tilted her head and shot the drunk man a small smile.It was a warning.If he kept talking or even dared to place his grubby hands on her new dress his ass (or rather his life force) was sure to be the Sirens.

The man squinted his eyes at Aniella and then backed up a bit before eventually ignoring her completely and going over to speak with a group of men on the sidewalk."I guess he's pretty smart after all..."She allowed a small giggle to come out before she stopped herself and walked towards the entrance to the club.
It was black, in an almost suffocating sort of way.Like the darkness was using it's song to seduce you and force you to stay with it forever.Aniella squinted her eyes and then clapped her hands together indelight as she saw the Chandra near the large bar.

"CHANDRA!" She said practically screaming over the music as she ran towards her best friends side. She took note that the bartender, Famine she believed he was called, was already there and she gave him a small smile and a wave as she moved to her friends side."I do believe you get more people coming every day! Did I wear the right outfit?Creators ...I'm babbling aren't I?" With this she merely shut up and sat on one of the tools at the bar.

"I hope I meet a werewolf here....I've always wanted to meet one." She thought happily as she swung her feet off the bar stool

Adin awoke with a start a electronic beeping breaking the silence. He looked around for a seconed and didn't know where he was the world was suddenly sideways... But then he realized he was just laying on the floor. He got up and looked at the clock "Oh crap" He said "Chandra is gonna have my hide if i don't hurry." He jumped up and he ran to his closet looking at his clothes he picked out a suit and thought. "Not the most flashy but it will do." After he got it on he opened his dresser and pulled out the things he needed for this line of work a steel cross for when lycans and vampires where getting difficult and a pair of brass knuckles. He walked out the door and made his way down the hallway hearing the loud music coming from the rooms all around him he thought to himself. "I've got to get a new apartment before i kill someone."

But soon those thoughts where gone and he was on the streets of NYC and it was time for the night. He looked around at the lights and the people all oblivious to the world unless it was their own. He walked down the street he was at the night club he went up the carpet for the entrance and grabed the red rope let himself behind it and took the list of people to let in.

"Alright." he said to the first man (or whatever he was) in line "Name?" The man said "My name is Deron Frost." Adin shoke his head "sorry "Frost" but your not on the list. so back of the line. NEXT!" he looked at the next person it was a werewolf "Name?" the werewolf gave him a snobby look "Chandra is expecting me." Adin chuckled and said "If she was expecting you i think you'd be in there already." the werewolf looked angry "Come on let me in!" adin just looked at him "are we gonna have problems?" he said cracking his knuckles "Because that would just make my night." The werewolf backed off but he still looked angry "He'll be back." thought Adin "Most likely with his friends who are mad some bouncer isn't letting him in."

Night had descended onto the bustling city that seemed to never sleep--and no, he wasn't talking about Las Vegas, though Von had always wished to go there--and it was just the perfect time to step out into the world and grace them all once again with his flourishing flamboyant presence. Jeremiah Von had awoken with a smile on his face, leaving his suite fit for a prince, and making his way down the elevator to the front lobby of the Stardom hotel. It brought a larger smile to his face to see guests checking in for the night, even at this late time. After all, who wouldn't want to be here?

He nodded to a few of the guests and greeted them kindly, before waving off his managers and other workers and heading out the door as per usual. He strolled down the street as if he owned the town and took a few turns, eyes ever aware of the people around him. Not too many, none truly noticeable. A bit of a disappointing crowd around this side of town, really, but that would all change once he reached the club.

And, ah, there it was in all it's stunning beauty.

"Heya, Adin, I'm sure you're having loads of fun out here where the party's not happening," Von greeted the bouncer as per usual. He enjoyed messing with the oversized man, but knew not to push him too much. He'd already learned his lesson a time or two in the past after entering the club with a black eye and a busted lip. He was a cool man to some, Von knew, but it was probably best not to mess with someone who had muscles bigger than the size of his head. Patting Adin on the back joyfully and without waiting for a response (or ignoring one if one was given, as his attention was directed to the action going on inside) quickly made his way into the quickly growing club, the Dungeon.

Immediately, he had to make his presence known as soon as possible. Spreading his arms wide, Von stood at the entrance to the club and looked at all the people around, whether they were paying attention or not wasn't his care. "I'm here, people! Life can go on, now! The party can start!" he laughed and winked at a few girls in the corner who were shooting him snooty looks. Jeremiah sat down at the bar, as usual already shirking from his duties, and spun once around in the bar stool before catching himself and cooly leaning his elbow on the polished counter, cheek landing in his hand as he smiled warmly at the beautiful owner. "Well, hello there, Mizz Chandra Lethera," he greeted seductively, eye lids lowering. "You know, the offer's still open. If you want me, you've got me, gorgeous~"

Von, for the most part, was joking and he knew Chandra would understand. He flirted with her any chance he got--all in good nature, of course. But, hey, who wouldn't flirt with that dangerous, dark beauty? The way he saw it, she was basically asking for it!

Salamut growled, a gutteral noise coming from the back of his throat. He drummed his claws on the bar.

"Good evening to you all."

He said in a sort of mock cheerfulness.

"Don't bother to ask how my day was. You do not want to know."

Audi smirked at the man, trying her best to ignore the blood splatters on his shoes. "I don't know how you plan on moving this building," she said, taking a seat on one of the many bar stools. "But I'd like to witness such a thing." More people began to file in, one particularly large man standing outside the door. Glad I came here before him. Audrey thought.

"I'm here, people! Life can go on, now! The party can start!" A man said, walking into the club before taking a seat at the bar, near Audrey.

"Oh, God." She said, rolling her eyes. Audi really, really didn't like arrogant people. "Are you normally this arrogant, or have you had so much to drink that your intoxicated mind finally convinced you you're attractive?"

Aniella swung her feet until she noticed more people coming in to join everyone."Ello Von, Audi." She gave them a cheerful wave before continuing to swing her feet back and forth. She wasn't sure if all mermaids were as fidgety as she seemed to be, but then again she had only met three other mermaids. They were practically extinct.

"Good evening to you all, don't bother to ask how my day was." The rather annoyed looking demon known as Sam said as he tapped his claws ever so gently on the bar.

"Hello! Sal...Sam. I was just about to ask you how ye been doing, but I suppose I should keep my trap shut eh?" Aniella shot a smile towards him and then glanced around."Famine, I'm not much of a drinker anymore but might I have a bit of whiskey?" She placed her elbows on top of the bar and stared at the man/thing/person.

She liked Famine and the rest of the people inside of the club, or rather the ones she had met. They tolerated her chattiness and her bright demeanor even though Mermaids weren't typically guests at the Dungeon.

The only person Aniella wasn't sure she liked was Viper, and that was mostly because she scared her a tad bit. Never the less she was usually nice to everyone."I haven't had any males life force in almost three days. ......I should probably eat soon..." She mumbled to no one in particular as she slumped on the bar counter

Chandra was still leaning against the bar; and it seemed everyone had come in at once. First a girl who didn't even check to see if the sign was open or not; and then her funny and charming bar tender had slipped inside. She smiled at him as he made a crude joke towards the girl; and Chandra could only offer a small smirk. She turned towards her bar tender, giggling at his funny words and accent. "Oh, Famine. Aren't you just a charmer." she said, giggling a bit before she stood up, and she saw her band was coming inside. She tilted her head and when one of the members looked at her, she simply flicked her hand towards the stage in an elegant motion. "On the stage, please. Set yourselves up; the staff will get you anything you need." she said with a smile.

She then would look towards the door again. People were just flooding inside. She raised an eyebrow. The sign wasn't even open yet! She saw the demon walk inside with a grumpy look, and then came in Aniella. The screaming in Chandra's ear made her wince and she grinned slightly. "ah. Aniella. You're a bit early." Chandra said with a smile before she glanced around. "Werewolves... I wouldn't doubt it if one came in. This place has it's variety." Chandra said before she would walk near the bar tender again. Her head jerked when she saw Jeremiah make his way in with that wonderful quote. She would smirk and cross her arms over her chest and when she saw him walk over and he gave her a sweet greeting.

"You know I don't do that sort of stuff, Jeremiah. But it certainly tells me I've got eyes glued on me." she said and winked but then walked past him, her hips swinging side to side like they usually did in her natural elegant but seductive walk. She walked up to the door, turning the sign to open even though not even all her staff was here yet. Then a jamming sound of music slammed into her ear; different from the music that was already playing and she saw the band start to play. She sat down on the counter, looking towards the stage with her icy blue eyes. She wondered what kind of night this would turn into.

Raizel hated New York; the hustle and bustle of humans and supernatural beings going about thier daily lives constantly annoyed him. The fact that humans simply refused to believe that the supernatural exists was a nuisance, but for now it was okay. To him, humans are playthings. Things to be toyed with until he lost interest. Besides, if he was going to die eventually, then why not have some fun while he could? It didn't matter whether or not it was with humans or something else. This is what he was thinking as he looked at the human before him. She was chained to the wall, only half-concious. She was pretty and couldn't have been older than he was. She had long brown hair and was dressed in a ragged blouse and skirt. Raizel smiled. He was sure he looked quite comical to her, even in the situation she was in, because he had dressed himself up as....well....a power ranger. Actually, this probably scared her even more judging by the look on her face, which obviously jerked her awake.
"Who...who are you?!? Are you some kind of maniac?"
Raizel laughed at her high-pitched voice. He walked up to her and looked her in her pretty brown eyes. "Didn't you watch the Power Rangers when you were young?" He asked her, "But to answer your question, yes. I'm nuttier than a coconut, and you're my new toy." Raizel laughed as he saw her eyes widen. "So what do you think? Do I look convincing?"
"Please, let me go! I'll do anything!"
"Really now? Would you play Power Rangers with me?"
"W-what?"
Raizel laughed at his own sick joke, which he was probably the only one who understood it. "Of course you wouldn't, but that's okay." Raizel put a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. "That wasn't your part to play, anyway. You see, Power Rangers aren't allowed to kill on tv. There are too many little ones watching for that kind of thing, and I've wanted to see them pull someone's guts out so badly. So, with your kind little sacrifice, you're going to help me pull off my own show of the Power Rangers. You exist solely for my entertainment." Raizel directed her attention to a camera to the wall beside her by forcibly turning her head for her. "Tell me, how do you feel about that?" He asked.
"You're insane!"
"That's quite right, m'dear. I did tell you that before, didn't I? Now, play your part and tell me I won't get away with this!"
As if ignoring the last part, she screamed, "You won't get away with this! The police will catch you, and you'll be given the death sentence!"
Raizel smiled evilly. "And on that you are wrong." He looked her in the eyes, his bloodlust shining in his eyes. "I always get away with it." And with that, his hands turned into knives. Knives upon knives overlapped each other, giving his knuckles the ability to move freely as a regular hand would be. He grabbed her throat and ripped it out, ending her scream mid-way. He laughed gleefully, tearing at her face until it was a bloody mess. Not stopping there, he ripped at her entire body until it was mere shreds. He stood from the shreds and held his hands up to the light, which were now back to human form, and laughed even more at the sight of the blood. After a minute, he suddenly stopped. He looked down.
"Well. That wasn't very fun at all. She should have put up more of a fight." He said to himself, instantly bored. He sighed, undressing from his Power Ranger outfit. He was wearing black dress pants and a black button-up shirt underneath, with his hair tied back in his usual fashion. He threw the Power Ranger outfit into a corner and headed to the door. He opened it, revealing a long set of stairs, which he began to climb.

He reached the top of the stairs and opened the door. What lay beyond looked strangely normal. He entered his simple basement, closing the door to the
underground room behind him. The "door" was a simple, movable stone block, almost impossible to see blended in with the concrete floor. He stretched. "Aah, that room can sure be stuffy." Whistling a tune, he headed up the stairs to the house, opening the door to more normality. It was a simple two-story house, not including the basement and the room below the basement. It had a total of six rooms, three bathrooms (one in the master room and two public), a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, a games room, and a laundry room.

Raizel walked into the living room. "Is anyone up to going to The Dungeon tonight?" He called out. "I'm bored!"

Adin was busy talking to someone when that thorn in his foot Von came up to talk to him. "Heya, Adin, I'm sure you're having loads of fun out here where the party's not happening," when he patted him on the back Adin muttered "Dush" speaking in his father's native language he called him a name. that encounter left him angry he needed to blow off some steam "Ahh just when i need them." he thought to himself the group of werewolves where back. "Thats him." The one he talked to earlier said. "alright kids im gonna give you a chance to walk away." Said Adin the wolves just looked more angry when he said that. "No?" He said. "Well then... lets kick it." And with a smile he launched himself at them cocking back his fist and unleashing it at the first one knocking him to the ground. the seconed wolf tried to grab his waist but Adin grabed him with two hands and threw him down the steps. The thrid one threw himself on adin's back and wraped his arms around his neck Adin grabed this one too and threw him onto the floor then stomped on his face. Adin started to walk back saying "I think you've had enough... no?" He said as the one with the foot print on his face started to get back up Adin ran back and kicked the guy in the face adding another foot print.

Adin walked back to the entrance and opened the door "Hey anyone wanna help me throw this trash back on the street?"

Salamut smiled, though it looked more like a scowl, given his general appearance.

"Oh please, call me whatever you like. And I was being sarcastic."

Viper strutted past Adin as he beat the crap out of some werewolves.
"Hey anyone wanna halp me throw this trash back on the street?" she smirked and said, "Love to Dear, but I'm running a little late."
She walked into the brightly lit club, instantly greeted by flashing lights and loud music. She wore white, diamond studded sunglasses to cover her eyes.

She was wearing a white blouse and white leather pants. She toyed with the silver chain around her neck as she moved through the crowd.
She felt a vampire smack her ass and she abrubtly turn. "Hey Jackass! Havn't you ever heard of 'You can look ,but you can't touch?'"
He rolled his eyes and Viper swiftly punched him in the Adam's Apple. As he fell to the floor, Viper turned and kept walking.

She stopped for a second and took a some lipgloss out of her pocket. She rubbed some on her lips, and it instantly glimmered in the flashing lights.
She saw her boss, Chandra, and walked up to her. "Hey there Sexy." She was joking, of course, because unlike alot of other people at this club, she wasn't Bi.

Several strands of her hair turned into chocolate colored snakes and slithered around Vipers head.

"I don't know how you plan on moving this building," Retorted the young woman, "But I'd like to witness such a thing." This only caused Famine's needle-filled grin to grow even wider, chuckling slightly. He liked it when people talked back and he liked feisty women even more so, "Why with my immense physical prowess, of course!" He joked, dead pan as he made a bodybuilding pose that skillfully showed that his arms were little more than skin and bone. He winked playfully to her. Famine smiled a little more sheepishly when Chandra giggled at his words; he always loved to make her laugh, even at his own expense, "Oh, Famine. Aren't you just a charmer." He smirked, leaning on the bar, "Aren't I just, lass? Must be an Irish thing..." The demonic bartender shuffled off towards Salamut with a exasperated sigh to quench his no doubt otherworldly thirst as per usual and then somebody screamed. "Jeanie Mac!" The noise was so loud Famine was nearly knocked off his feet but regain balance just in time to prevent himself from smashing any of his drinks. He rubbed his ears. "Ah, it is painful and pleasurable as ever to see you, lass." He nodded in greeting to the cheerful mermaid before returning his attention to Sam going on about how bad his day was, "Good, because I don't care to know... That being said with your delightful presence I'm starting to empathize, Sam." He told the demon, presumably joking, "What will be? Your usual gut rot or something stronger?"

"I'm here, people! Life can go on, now! The party can start!" Famine, as always, heard Jeremiah before he saw him, "Who the bloody hell are you?!" He shouted back with a big grin, cracking his knuckles as the first customer insulted the twat, "Are you normally this arrogant, or have you had so much to drink that your intoxicated mind finally convinced you you're attractive?" "Personally I always thought he simply used so much make up one day that it caused an aneurysm... Or maybe that was just wishful thinking." He told her as he began fetching a good, scotch whisky for Aniella, "Well, with whisky a bit becomes a gallon but I oblige to one with your foul and fishy favours." He rambled, pouring a glass for the Scottish siren and trying to ignore Von flirting with Chandra. It always made him uncomfortable when they did that, even in jest, and rattled his fingers on the bench, "Why do I never get that kind of attention?" He lamented with a slight smirk to no one in particular.

Jason looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled softly. He was excited for his night out at this club here. He had the reservation set, his clothes were good he got his daily exercise in and he ate. "Good!" He chuckled to himself softly, and turned walking out into the living area of his hotel room which was in better part of New York. He walked out, making sure to lock the door behind him and moved outside getting a taxi. He was a little baffled to find that the driver had never heard of this place, but knew a guy and switched cabs. All in all, the trip took 20 minutes to get there and he finally got out looking around and the bustling group of people outside the club. He looked at the huge bouncer to the club, impressed but smirked to himself getting a little excited over the slight danger (that he has totally underestimated) for the night.

Jason politely pushed his way through the club, swearing that he was getting felt up by some people that he got close to but ignored it and walked directly up to the bouncer. "Uh, Jason Truance.... I called a few days ago about a reservation." His mind raced, hoping that he got everything right. The owner's name was... Andry? Andra? Chandra! He nodded to himself, and looked up the seeming fire behind his eyes flickered with a bit of worry bit his stance, and appearance appeared calm and very confident. He wasn't scared of getting rejected really, he'd just be a little upset and see if he could solve to problem if there was one. One thing he did notice though, was the group of people that were laid out about the ground having been, what he guessed. Beat down by the bouncer.

He could sense that there were a lot of different beings here, messing with his senses so he wasn't able to tell who was what exactly, though his knowledge was a little limited. What made him a little different, was that he was a half-breed. There were men and women alike, watching him closely as he stood there making eye contact with the intimidating.... Demon? Well, if there was a scrap. Jason knew how to fight, biggest thing would be to not get grabbed and have no direct hits. He crossed his arms, and glanced back to see everyone else waiting in line then faced the position he previously was in.

"The strongest you have, if you don't mind."

A beat.

"You know, I've always wondered why an entity representing the severe absence of food or other sustanance would be serving drinks. Rather ironic if you ask me."

Adin looked at his clipboard "Truance... Truance... Ahh!" he grabed the red felt rope and said "enjoy your night Mr Truance." he moved out of the way to let him pass.

"You'll regret that request if I have something to do with it..." Famine grinned, pulling out a large glass and what appeared to be a spell book from under the counter. "You know, I've always wondered why an entity representing the severe absence of food or other sustanance would be serving drinks. Rather ironic if you ask me." He paused for a moment, face scrunching for a moment, "Really? I had not noticed!" He replied in mock surprize, running a hand down his face before pouring a series of steaming liquids from unmarked bottles, "Are you sure you're not on the piss already?" He asked, shaking his head and waving what looked like a demon's hoof over the glass before speaking some demonic dialect for a moment and then adding one drop of whiskey to two drops of chicken's blood. The liquid stopped steaming and Famine handed it to Sam with a devious grin, "There you are! One 'Unmentionable'." It still bubbled slightly and was completely black aside from a red, skull-shaped pattern forming on its surface.

Salamut stared blankly at the drink for a few moments.

"I've had a bad day."

He then proceeded to down to entire thing in one gulp.

"Luckily you won't remember it for much longer now..." Famine assured the demon, surprized Salamut's throat hadn't began bubbling yet, "'Course, you might not even remember your mother's face by the end of tonight. Then again, looking at you that could also be a grand thing." He sneered, cleaning the bar with a rag quickly and waiting for Sam's eyes to start hemorrhaging or at least his skin to try and crawl away. You could never be quite sure which would come first.

A beat. Salamut raised a solitary claw.

"Excuse me for a moment."

He then slinked off out of sight. The attentive listener could hear the sound of vomiting, along with the telltale fwoosh of something bursting into flame.

Salamut sat back down, appearantly unfazed by the whole affair.

"I shouldn't really be surprised that you did something like that. Just... give me my usual, then."

Jason suddenly perked up, and walked through the club some peopel trying to grab onto him seeing if they could get in but luckily the bouncer did his job as well as he hurried in to avoid difficulties. Jason walked down some steps, and down a hallway that some clubs had. It had a very.... Unique feeling to it, as if he was on a small journey until he reached the massive room being greeted by pounding music, that vibrated through his body creating a lulling feel. The flashing lights, appealed to his senses making him smile gently. He took off his coat, and looked around to see what this place was all about.

Jason wore his usual, casual clothing some dark blue Levi jeans, with a dark green long sleeve shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. There were a few buttons that ran up tot eh center of the collarless shirt, a few unbuttoned exposed just a little bit of his chest leaving the rest to the viewers imagination. His clothing fit well, complimenting his broad shoulder, the shirt being rather thin actually but nothing close to being like sheer or anything. He stretched, raising his hands up and popped his neck from side to side a small slightly devious grin came across his lips. He was looking to have some fun this evening. Those orange eyes of his, brightened slightly showing his excitement which stood out in his more so dimly lit area of the club as compared to the rest. He looked side to side seeing if there was any place to put his coat so that it wouldn't get stolen.

Xade sighed walking down the dirty sidewalk, which was quite empty for the time of night it was. He shrugged off the thought and began to sing softly to him self. He loved to sing, any time didn't matter. He found it was a way to cope with all the pain and rough emotions he kept pent up inside.

"You make me happy whether you know it or not
We should be happy that's what I said from the start
I am so happy knowing you are the one
That I want for the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
You're all of my days."

He sighed sadly, he remembered the song from when he had nightmares and his mother had sang him to sleep. It was her favorite song, and she adored to sing it when ever she had a chance. Xade shook his head avoiding thoughts of his long since gone family. He smiled as he walked up to The Dungeon. He slowly walked inside and smiled at everyone waving happily, as if all he had ever had was a happy and perfect life, a wonderful act of course.'' Hai Everyone!'' He said a small laugh escaping in the process.

He enjoyed being at the dungeon, he felt welcomed by all the friendly people. He smiled at Jeremiah.'' How are you today?'' he asked pulling his head phones out and wrapping the cord around his ipod the sliding it in his pocket, still smiling.