The smell of alcohol and perfume enters your nose as you walk into the lavish ballroom. You had just arrived at Lucifer's Castle in pride ring. It really reminded you of a rich German household mansion with Greek art and touches. You even recognized Athenian pillars in the foyer. The ballroom was elegant in manner and gave a display of nobel 18th century France. With it's marbled floor and blue and gold accents, It created an image of heaven in this hellfire. "Welcome! Ladies and gents! Please feel free to treat yourself to the refreshments, however we will be having a grand dinner so try your best not to succumb to Beelzebub." The man who was speaking was none other than Lucifer, he was unmistakable with his Rosy cheeks and pale face. You heard the chuckles of the crowd after his joke. Standing next to him was Lilith. You payed closer attention as she began to speak. "As you know this is Lucifer and I am his wife Lilith. We have invited you all into our home so I suggest you treat it with the utmost reverence. Unless of you wish to cease existing." She states with a chuckle and a smile. "Now let us begin with an opening dance." Music starts playing a you recognize it to be the waltz. You turn to see if Jack would be willing to dance with you but Valentino had already dragged her off. You also notice Vox and Velvet leaving to greet other company. So there you stood utterly alone. 'Well this blows' you talk to yourself in your head. 'Ill probably eat and just head out. Jack is clearly preoccupied which makes sense but I feel awkward not talking to anyone. I'll just go grab a drink for now.' So you make your way to a very convenient mini bar. You walk up to it noticing that the space was empty except for the bartender. "What can I get you?" He asks. "(Non-alcoholic drink of choice.)" "No alcohol?" He questions. "Yeah I'm probably gonna have to figure out my own way home and it seems smarter to be sober. Not that being sober is helping my mood." You say with a bittersweet laugh. "Yeah I got ya, let me get you your drink." You now notice a tall classy deer demon in red pinstripes sitting next to you. You look at him for a moment and asses his aura and clothes. The fashion style was very 1920's, and the tailoring on his coat was amazing. The stitches were done so carefully and perfectly that his clothes were practically seamless. His shoes were gold tipped and freshly polished, while his pants seemed to be void of any wrinkle. His chin was well defined and his eyes were striking. They seemed to hold untold truths and things that noone knows and noone should know. His smile seemingly everlasting with the perfect mix of menacing and welcoming. Overall his presence was unsettling. In stark contrast to his aura his hair seemed extremely floofy, in fact it seemed as if he had two large deer ears portruding from his head next to his smaller antlers. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to stare?" The man said his voice laced with spite. In addition his voice seemed to come from a radio. "Here you are ma'am." "Thanks so much." You reply. The bartender notices the man to your right and says "S-sir Alastor, what would you like?" "Bourbon on the rocks my good fellow." "On it sir!" And the tender scurries off. Replying to 'Alastor's' question earlier you say "Sorry to stare, I was just admiring the stitching on your clothing." It almost seemed like he brightened at your answer. "Why thank you my dear! A good friend of mine sewed it for me." "Well my compliments to them." "Here you are sir." The bartender gives him his drink and scurries off again. Not making more conversation you found yourself humming along to the current song.
Beggin' by Måneskin
"Would you care to dance with me my dear?" The man asks.
~~~~To be continued.
