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A family of murders, what could go wrong?
Growing up in New Orleans was fun for the most part. Well except for having to go home to a cruel father. (Y/n)...
~The Siren~ You are invited to a gathering of overlords. 6 at the Magne Mansion. There will be sins of all kinds. You may bring a guard if you need. All are expected. We'll see you soon, -Lucifer & Lilith
I stare down at the invitation. 'A gathering of overlords'? I glance at the dark clock hanging on the wall behind the bar; 5:48.
"So are you gunna go?" My bartenner, Harley asks as she cleans a glass.
I sigh and set the invitation down. "I suppose I have to, "All are expected" apparently." I say, putting air quotes around 'all expected'.
"I'd go if I was an overlord." Harley shrugs, and picks up a different glass.
"Yeah in an alternate world or something." I run a hand through my (h/c) hair.
"Look Siren, all I'm saying is maybe you'll have fun. You're an overlord for fucks sake. You can do things other demons can't."
I sigh. "I'll go."
"Oh but not in that." Harley says pointing to my outfit.
"What's wrong with my outfit?" I ask, the air becoming heavy as my spell sets in.
Harley gulps, her ears pinning back nervously. "No- nothing. I'm just - it's just, you're going to the Magne mansion, you should maybe, uh, dress up?"
The air returns to normal as I think. "Fine, but not because you told me so." I point to her before standing from my stool. I snap my fingers and the invitation combusts into (F/c) flames on the counter. I head up towards my sweet and shuffle through my clothes. I come across a beautiful (f/c) suit jacket and matching pants. I grab the clothes out of the closet and change into my new outfit. I look at myself in the mirror examining my outfit. "This should be good enough." I mutter to myself. Thinking something is missing, I conjure up a small golden cross and pin it to my jacket pocket upside down. I smirk at the trinket and nod to myself before heading out.
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I walk down the steps towards the entrance. I notice Harley gives me a small thumbs up from the bar.
I hear a whistle and catcall from somewhere in the crowd. Without looking I flick my wrist and hear the satisfying snap of a neck, then thump as the body falls to the floor. Some demons immediately jump on the body and begin ripping flesh from the bones. It's not uncommon for a murder or two to happen at my club, most from my own hand. The sound of flesh ripping quiets as I push open the doors and stride out of my club.
Demons jump out of their way to avoid crossing me as I walk the streets towards the Magne mansion. Most overlords would get a driver or arrive in some pimped out vehicle, but not me. I enjoy seeing the fear on demons' faces as I walk past them on the street.
