Post by dion on Dec 21, 2010 14:44:35 GMT -6
The inside of the bar was rather quiet, almost as if no thing moved around in the interior. In a normal world this bar would have been full of men and women looking for ways to drown their sorrows in a glass of their poision of choice, or they would have gathered together to try and fill their need for fun and games But this wasn't a normal world and the once light bar was dark. Even if a person didn't have heightened senses they would have been able to smell the fresh blood that spilled on the floor. Idly Dion drew in a long breath, feeling his lungs expand and the smoke and chemcials from his cigarette full his lungs as he shifted away from the creeping blood on the floor. The body of a small young boy laid at his feet, the innocent face staring at nothing with wide eyes. He could have been asking a question if it wasn't for the gaping wound across his neck that bared his windpipe to the world. The wound was fresh and blood was still leaking from the gash. It was pooling rather quickly, crawling along the hardwood floor towards Dion's shiny red leather shoes, and so he shifted moving towards the bar, the heels of said leather shoes clicking, the sound echoing through the empty bar.
Dion had followed a slightly hunch to this bar, having a feeling that, thought the demons had swept through this place before, he would still find humans lurking in the shadows. After all this place had once been home to the old Solider headquarters and some of their equipment was still hidden in the basement level of the bar. Every once and a while the humans would try to rehabit the area that the demons had already been through, thinking that they could outsmart the minions of Hell. And they almost had for a while. Dion had just entered the bar on a whim and had found nothing so he had left and gone outside, but instead of leaving, he had waited. Sure enough voices had been heard inside and so, Dion had swept in, of course with his black eyes and black wings looking every inch like the demon he was. Now he stood in the middle of his destruction, a family of bodies laying around him, each baring their own signs of death. Though he had a gun in the waistband of his pants, his hadn't even thought about using it, instead using his hand to tear flesh. Blood was all over the floor, but none of it had even seemed to get on Dion's clothes, the only part of him that was bloody were his fingertips.
As he was standing in the middle of the bar floor, a cigarette in his mouth smoking, a group of demons walked in and started to clean up the area. nonchelantly, Dion pulled a hankercheif from his pocket and wipied his fingers as he watched the demons start to remove the bodies and mop up the blood. Normally they didn't even bother looking at a corpse after it had become a corpse, but Dion wanted to remove any evidence that there had been a slaughter here. If the humans were flocking back to their old areas, this place would be a prime canditate for a living space and he didn't want a group of decaying bodies scaring any humans away. After all, the demons wanted to catch or kill all of the little things. Throwing the handcercheif on one of the bodies, Dion turned on his head and walked to the bar along one of the walls, feeling then demons leave with thier morrid bundles wrapped in cloths.
Sighing to himself, Dion easily lept over the bar and looked at the selection of beverages that were on the wall. Smirking, he spotted a grey bottle of vodka laying on one of the lower levels. Letting his wings disappear, he pulled the bottle, and a glass out and placed them on the bar top Pouring himself a shot, the demon listened for any other sounds and heard a interesting sounds. Wings flapping. More demons? or something else?
TAG - aiden!
WORDS - 100+
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TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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