Grand Re-Opening [Demons, Evil Beings]

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I went down to the crossroads, tried to make it right.
I went down to the crossroads, tried to make it right.
Nobody seemed to know me.
E'rybody passed me by...

Paimon bobbed his head in time with the music as he bustled around the club, overseeing the preparations and taking care of errands here and there. It was a shame their sound guy'd gotten infected by the virus. He'd known what he was doing. This new guy they had didn't know much of anything and Paimon was fairly certain he'd have to kill him if he didn't start picking it up soon.

Paimon checked the large digital clock mounted above the bar. Two minutes until he was due to open.

"Well, shit on a shotgun," he muttered, annoyed.

After having to show the sound guy for the third time what wires went in what outlets, he was three minutes past seven. Three minutes late in re-opening Cerberus's doors.

He rolled his eyes and strolled quickly to the front entrance, unlocking it and flipping a switch on the wall to illuminate the "Open" sign that hung in the window.

Before the rise of Lucifer, Cerberus had been a nightclub, open to most races as long as they played nice. Then it had been semi-destroyed by a group of over-zealous hunters and he'd had to rebuild. But, that was handy anyway since the place needed to be revamped anyway.

Now Cerberus was a strictly evil base of operation. This was the first official night it was open after being rebuilt, and he didn't expect much of a turnout. But, he'd be prepared for one, nevertheless. It never hurt to be prepared.

((This is intended to just sort of be an open-ended thread for evil beings to pop in. If you have a villain type character and you're not sure how to get them started in 2014 you can go ahead and post them here. Maybe Paimon can give them something to do.))

[nicolette]

In the most recent years Nicolette missed being respected. She wished for an earlier time when all she was doing is burning people and going home. Now her home felt more like a prison. She needed an escape and this was the perfect one. Through numerous unsavory contacts she heard that the nightclub Cerebrus was reopening. She herself had never heard of the place, but apparently it was worth checking out. So Nicolette got her self prepared.

She left her small apartment. And traveled the dangerous streets to the nightclub. She smiled and walked slowly to the door. Not a Crote in site. Nicolette walked into the nightclub and had flashbacks of the old days. She smiled and imagined the club filled to max with people who feared and respected her.

She walked to the confused bartender and asked for a rum and coke. She smiled and gulped it down. She asked for another and walked away finding a nice corner to herself, and sat sipping this time at her drink. Just like the old days she thought. Just like the old days.

[mandi]

S

era wasn’t sure if life was better or not. Sure, the humans were gone… But they were replaced with those nasty, irritating Crotes… The Angels were gone too, and Demons were in control, how lovely. Sure, she’d gone from neutral into the dark side of things when things got messy. After all, why help the losing side who’d just as soon chop her head off as the demon beside her? It made sense for her to jump to the Demon’s side. Of course they’d been suspicious but she’d eventually proved herself to them enough for them to not use and drop her. She wasn’t sure why… She wasn’t overly powerful or special. Her guess was that she was just the pet, the little Angel they pulled to their side. She thought of herself as a sign to the Angels, as if to say ‘See, look. We always win. We got Sam Winchester, we took over the world and even turned one of you’. Even if she wasn’t full Angel.

The wind blew a chilly breeze through her air as she moved quietly along the side walk. It was so quiet without the usual hustle and bustle that humans usually created. The city was not frightening to her, more like an old photo. Something that gave a hint at what used to be, to show off the bad that had happened. Sera shook her head a little irritably and spread her wings behind her shoulders, turning her head to look over her shoulder. The light-like feathers rustled in the wing but otherwise were silent. Sera stared at them, letting them fill her memory with their sight before she let them vanish again. I am still Sera. I will always be Sera, my choices have not made me a different being She told herself firmly, smirking a little. Maybe the only thing she needed was to find herself a little clutter of Crotes to off, that seemed to always put her in a good mood. She let the smirk fade from her face a little. A few years ago the thought of killing someone would have curdled her stomach… Now she enjoyed the violence of it, loved the effect of having her wings stained in blood. That’d be the human in me…[/i] She thought to herself but cut the thoughts off as voices approached. She furrowed her brows and vanished from sight before whomever it was saw her.

S[/size]he plopped down to earth outside a little place called Cerberus. She’d heard rumors about the place, whisperings. She’d heard that Paimon was the ruler of the place, one of the Red Eyed Demon population. Sera was a little eager to see if he was there, She’d only met one Red Eyed before, and was curious to see how he had his club going. Besides, clubs were tons of fun. The pretty Nephilim pushed through the door and stepped in, looking around curiously. She hoped to avoid too much trouble, she didn’t radiate darkness like most of those she was sure she’d see around here and wasn’t in the mood for a fight.[/blockquote][/size]

[nicolette]

The club was slow. Which in all honesty was to be expected. The money went dry for more then just Nicolette. Then the door opened and in walked a young woman with dark reddish possibly brown hair. Nicolette looked at the woman as she walked in. Why oh why do you look so familiar girlie? Nicolette thought to herself. By the Fates it was Lilith's pet half-breed Serafina.

Nicolette had assumed that she would have become Luci's new pet considering what happened to his first. Maybe Sera knew some new dirt on what was happening exactly with Igrat and the others. She waved at Sera when they made eye contact and walked over to Serafina. "Been awhile Sera. What? Five years? Thought you forgot about us weak humans. How ya been girl?"

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Ahh, Cerberus. The old haunt. Did demons haunt? They were pretty much ghosts with skin anyways, roaming the earth not quite dead but not quite human.

He shook his head, annoyed. He got philosophical a lot more these days than he had with his other hosts. This guy's brain never really stopped turning, and Pilgrim often had whole conversations with him in his head... their head... their heads?

It was just the natural thing that happened when two telepaths shared the same body.

What the hell is this place? Where are all the Croats?

Demon territory. The boss around here owns the crossroads we're on. Shut up or I'm not gonna be able to think straight.

His host stopped sending him thoughts and lurked in the background of his mind where he belonged as Pilgrim opened the door and walked in. On the outside the place had looked just as run-down as everything else, but on the inside it was a totally different story. It was a nightclub, pretty much. It looked even better than it had pre-Croatoan. Paimon must've done some revamping.

In the past, Pilgrim had visited this place several times to retrieve his orders from Paimon. Where Paimon's orders came from he didn't know. Lucifer. Lilith. Someone else. Either way, it wasn't like he could choose not to follow them. Paimon had been the one to drag him out of Hell and he'd owed it to him.

Then Lucifer had come into play and all bets were off. Good thing Pilgrim had himself a safety net.

Pilgrim looked around, seeing a few demons and nodding in greeting. He saw Paimon running around doing his thing and decided not to interrupt. He might've seemed like an easy-going demon, but it didn't take much to rub him the wrong way. And man, he was one you didn't want to cross.

He saw Sera, whom he'd met several years ago when he was still possessing A.J. He was surprised to see her here.

I guess you never know who's working for who these days.

He took a seat at the bar, listening to the conversation around him. The bartender gave him a nod.

"What can I get for ya?"

Pilgrim wasn't a big drinker. Well, he drank all the time, but only so he could hang around the bar without being noticed. He had quite a tolerance for alcohol, being a demon, so it didn't really do much for him. But his host was quite the drinker.

"I'll take a zombie."

The bartender nodded. It was a pretty serious drink for the start of the night, and if he were human ordering a drink like that right off the bat would've meant he was there to get wasted.

[igrat]

It took some time, but Igrat finally moved out of hiding. She knew her King has risen and it was now time to find him. But she had no idea where to start. She thought that Paimon would know where to start, he always had the best contacts. She hoped that he had escaped the destruction of the world around them. With a thought she appeared at the broken down remains of Cerebrus. Her soul sank as she looked at the building. She had just about turned away when she heard the terrible music coming from inside. She steeled herself for the worst and walked in.

Her eyes took in the scattered people, and her soul sank once more. There used to be a time when the place was hopping. There were humans, demons, evil doers, goody goodies.... always a good fight and now... Her mind thought back to when she first saw her Queen in an adult body. It was... well... it wasn't here. But it was a good time.

Her head down, she walked over to the bartender. She wasn't boisterous, no slink in her steps. She sat at the bar and waited for the tender to finish his rounds at the other end. When he came over she ordered a shot of Jameson Whiskey, and told him to leave the bottle. She took the shot down and poured another. She took that one down, too. Everything that happened had rushed upon her once she entered. She knew she had a mission to do, but she couldn't find the strength to do it just yet.

Lilith had been the only person to believe in her. To accept her. She was more than a Queen, she was a friend. She treated her well. Gave her the best jobs, let her have her fun. And now it was over. She poured another shot and raised it to her Queen's memory before downing that. Her head stayed low, her mind focused on the past.