𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋

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Word count: 3000
Warnings: swearing, mention of blood and sexual activity, censored mature pictures

"Fuck, I could never be tired of how good blood taste on your lips, darling."

Omniscient POV.

Although pearling the caliginous stratosphere, the yet angelic half full moon didn't make the environment purer.
What is called inferno for the prude, sins city or wild pants palace, Las Vegas' unholy gates remained specially bustling tonight.

Casinos, cabarets, Nightclubs and absurdly extravagant hotels lightened from neon to psychedelically the darkness of Nevada.

Namely, Carnal, a cryptic adult nightclub, emblem of Vegas for its deep dark desire accomplishment and extremely limited selection remained the heat of the city as the annual spooky night ring its begins; Halloween.

Slinky costumes, red latexes, provocative masks and tantalizing garments wrapped around sensual, lascivious  bodies suggestively moving to the rythme of the electronic music.

The basses made vibrate the building walls, and the ding of the elevator resonated through them.

Fingers enlaced around each other's ones, the doors slides open to reveal two sultry shaped figures, a willowy female shadow holding hands with a towering male one.

The Старка.

Broad shoulders, jaw sharped as Héphaïstos, piercing eyes with onyx iris circling the deepest window to the black soul Tony stole to Lilith, just a hint of royal blue veining his rough, hunky hands to give it a human aspect in the tiniest details.

Tony's flesh, covered with reddish marks particularly tracing down his back, neck and wrists, was limestone. Pale and rugged from origin, the mortals appearance were once more yellowed it in a occidental skin tone.

He was fit, athletic muscles stretched his tissues when the bone structure built his Herculean body.