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They had all found themselves a table, giddy and giggling amongst themselves. The girls were excited for the mushrooms to kick in. All of the pieces were falling into place. It was as easy as breathing to manipulate and sway them where he wanted them to go. Even if they felt doubt, he could push it out of one's mind, especially in the state they were in. Once the mushrooms were fully in effect, they would be completely, inescapably susceptible. More importantly, Alice would be completely open to his influence. He had come into contact with her many times without her knowledge, and he hungered for her to belong to him. He didn't always stay manifested into human form, the laws that constrained human-beings did not apply to him and he was far more powerful than any lesser, run-of-the-mill demon. His world was far beyond mortal comprehension. The time-space dimension for him could be viewed as a 2D drawing on a piece of paper, if he wished. All of it could be laid out before him to manipulate as he pleased.

Samael could even fully control most human beings, or possess them shortly, to push people over the edge and consume their energy. He loved to test the boundaries of one's sanity. The only exception being those well-versed in protection following universal laws that prevailed through every dimension, well beyond even his domain. Even he could not break the laws that were set in place by beings above himself.

The first time he had come across Alice, and her friends, was when she was years younger. She was at Elena's old apartment before they had moved in together. They had a group of friends over and were all passing around a blunt.
It had been before Aidan and Alice parted ways.
Alice had always had a hard time with weed, it made her uneasy. It made her a pool of overflowing anxiety, paranoia, self doubt, and fear. She always thought people were whispering about her, or fucking with her head, even if logic told her that her friends would never do that. The dark haired girl felt as though everyone could handle it perfectly except her, and she worried something was wrong with her. It was embarrassing that she was the only one who couldn't handle it. Her family had a history of schizophrenia, so she always wondered if that was why it had such an effect on her. She was much more sensitive to it. It didn't make her relax, but more-so made her hyperaware in the worst way. She had tried strain after strain to no avail. Funnily enough, it was worse than any psychedelic, but she still tried to prove to herself she could overcome it which was probably a stupid thing to do.
Her emotions were so strong, Samael couldn't ignore it; it made his mouth water. The power and magnitude of her energy was like nothing he had ever felt before, he was drawn to her immediately. He could see lesser demons already lingering, but upon his arrival, they wouldn't dare contest with him.
It was an easy task to slip into her significant other's body while he was under the influence of cannabis, and use him to dance just outside of her self-doubt. Samael used Aidan to subtly make her feel crazy by calling attention to her insecurities; her thoughts were an open book, and he feasted on the emotions it brought about.
Betrayal. Hurt. Anxiety. Fear.
The poor young man would be completely clueless of the part he played.
Samael quickly learned of Aidan's past infidelity, and didn't hesitate to use it to his advantage.
Her friends were too busy with themselves to notice him slowly unravel her, and it was a simple task to turn their attention elsewhere.
Ever since then he knew he needed to own her, and all he had was time to make it happen. He had made a point to keep tabs on her, and he never missed the chance to feed off of her when it appeared. She was his favorite little buffet. Samael would make her his. Permanently. Tonight was the night he made sure of it. Her soul would be the meal of a lifetime.

Leon had proved useful to Samael, as usual. Their shroom dealer for the night belonged to him after all; his soul was his possession.
He had met Leon many years before when he was nothing more than a young boy addicted to various drugs, homeless on the streets of Portland. He chased anything to take his pain away even if only for a second.
The boy had summoned him and offered up his soul willingly. He felt he had nothing else to live for. Samael had no issue taking advantage of the opportunity; a deal was a deal after-all.
Now Leon had no worries in this material world, and even better, knew exactly how to help Samael gather more lost souls such as himself. He was even more diligent in esoteric, occult knowledge than he had been prior to his exchange with the devil. The only chain around his neck being to serve Samael in any way that was needed, whenever it was required. Even if he had personal distaste toward the matter, he had no choice in it. Leon owed Samael everything, and no God of any heavenly nature ever helped him like he had. He may be more than dead now, but at least he was familiar with this underworld.

Time passed by quickly, Alice could see the glow from the stars above her start to radiate an iridescent, rainbow hue that wasn't there before. Her body began to feel heavy, she could feel the waves begin in her stomach.
Samael inhaled, tasting her vitality.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
Her eyes met his, and she really began to breathe him in once more since the bar. He was so beautiful it was almost terrifying. His pale skin appeared to glow in the low-light like an angel, his features even more sharp than she had previously noticed. His dark hair looked so incredibly soft, she wished more than anything that she could just reach out and touch it. Everything was starting to look hyper-realistic, or of a higher definition.
She could feel her heart speed up in her chest as her gaze lingered on his full lips. Embarrassed, she pulled her eyes away from him, obnoxious butterflies were now causing chaos in her stomach. It was all very overwhelming in her heightened state.
"I definitely think it's starting to kick in," She replied, her words having an echo-effect in her own head. She forced herself to make eye contact once more. Alice knew they were definitely in effect because his eyes, the deep, nearly-black pools she had become accustomed to, now had a slight red reflection. 

He looked like a vampire. 

She tried her best not to noticeably swoon, but he was like her darkest fantasy just sitting right in front of her. The temptation was devilish and the shrooms in her system made it impossible to ignore the desire.
Elena and Anna must have noticed them starting to kick in well,
"Do you think we should start walking home before it gets too intense?" Anna asked.
Elena and Alice both nodded.
"That's probably a good idea." Alice replied, "Samael, you're welcome to come with us! You can crash with us tonight if you're comfortable."
"I'd love nothing more," He stated.
Alice checked her phone, time had flown by and it was now 8:30 p.m.
She typed their address into her phone and it was a twenty minute walk from their location.
"I'm thinking we should get an Uber, walking back would probably be...a task, especially in the dark." Alice chuckled.
"I couldn't agree more." Elena giggled.