Gentle Eyes of Evil

Chapter 1: The Bartender

A young man slaved away at a bar; the man's task was to wipe down the black marble surface
and remove all stains. He held a cloth in his right hand as he wiped the cleaner into a particularly tough stain on the countertop. The bar itself was rather luxurious, black marble floors, neon lights, comfy chairs, and an overall rather calm atmosphere. There was a dance floor just down a set of stairs and so there was faint EDM music humming its way into the man's ears throughout the night.

The man himself looked no older than in his twenties. With rather dark pink hair that had a middle parting and evenly split off each side, the right half of his hair flicked off to the side a little without obscuring the man's vision too much, and the left half gently rested itself to the side of his face. On the sides of this man's head rested a set of demonic horns, they were as pitch black as the bar he wiped and curled downwards before pointing back out to face away from him.

On the man's lower half there was a demonic tail that rested still, a traditional black tail with a bright pink flick to the end of it. This same shade of illuminous pink was reflected in the man's eyes, being the same pink with a slight white shine to them. His sclera was completely black which gave his eyes a gentle yet demonic appearance. His pupils were black hearts that rested calmly in his eyes, just looking down to his own hand as he began to gradually stop thinking about his task. On the man's back, a pair of black demon wings, similar to that of a bat's wings, were clearly visible.

The man's skin was a pale white, as if he was sick, however this was natural. Lastly, the man wore black trousers that were perfectly fitted around his waist, with some slight room around his ankles. On his top half, he wore a white dress-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, along with a black waistcoat.

The bar was rather quiet at the moment. Everyone was downstairs partying for the night. The only remnant of life was the man himself, a teenage couple sat across from one another, and one very drunken man.

"Hey, bartender! Another beer!"
The male of the teenage couple piped up, looking over to the man behind the bar. His voice was deep and held very little care behind it as his request echoed and reached the man's ears.

The man put down his cleaning rag gently, looking over to the young male.

"Of course, any certain kind?"

He asked the male with a soft smile. The man's voice was almost a direct contrast to the young male's, being calm and comforting in his tone, his voice just a little higher pitched than the average man.

"Whatever this shit was, get more of it!"

The male yelled at him.

The woman who was sitting with the man didn't seem impressed by his lack of respect for the bartender. She folded her arms and glared at him.

"What?"
The male questioned

"Speak to him nicer! Poor man probably gets paid minimum wage for a job like this. Speaking of jobs, why haven't you found one yet? You know I've been asking..."

The woman went off on a rant to her boyfriend about how he's unemployed. The man stopped listening in as he poured the young male his beer. He then placed the glass down on the counter which got the male's attention. The male now looked furious as he stood up and stormed over to the bar, as he did this the woman stood up and left the bar.

The male took a drink of his beer as the bartender gave him the cost. The male paid and then rolled his eyes.

"Women, am I right?"

He laughed. The man behind the bar just began cleaning out a glass and looked over to him.

"I said, am I right?"

The male repeated. The man continued to ignore him and focused on the glass.

"HEY! ASSHOLE! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

"It isn't my place to comment, my apologies."

The man finally said. He placed the glass down on a rack to dry as the male became angered with his lack of responses.

"First you get my girl to walk out on me, now you won't even talk to me!?"

The bartender once again did not answer him. This infuriated the male who flung his arm across the counter, knocking his glass to the floor which chipped it as beer poured out onto the marble. The bartender watched the glass fall and narrowed his eyes as the man yelled at him.

As the scene continued to unfold, a group of women walked into the bar.

One of the women had dark skin with deep red eyes, her hair long and white in colour. It was shaved on one side and all pushed over to the other. She wore a tight fitted red dress with a golden flower pattern on it. On the side of her head were two black horns, each pointing upright like traditional demon horns. She also had a tail; her tail was thinner than a male's and seemed to be more like a kite string with a red tip at the end.

The other woman was tanned in her skin tone, she had clearly done her makeup wrong, either that or it had gotten smudged during their already wild night. She had deep blue eyes that had smudged eyeliner on them, and pale blue hair that was tied in a messy ponytail. This girl wore a black tank top with a black skirt that had upside down crosses as a pattern, she also had pink heart shaped earrings. The girl also bared the same horns and tail that the first woman did, however both of her horns were broken and so only stubs remained.

The final girl had a pale skin tone, not quite as pale as the man behind the bar though. Her eyes were pale sage in colour, with her hair being a chestnut brown. She wore a black thigh-slit dress, and a slight bit of makeup on her face that seemed to be done mostly right, if not a little smudged. This third woman
did not bare demon horns, however, instead she bared a pair of wolf ears and a tail to match. These ears and tail were the same colour as her chestnut hair.

It was very clear that these girls had been out a long while before stumbling into this bar.

The man took notice of these women before looking back at the man-child stood in front of him. In an attempt to shut the situation down the man spoke.

"Look, sir. I apologise for the events that have gone on tonight. If you like, I can offer a refund on the drink you knocked over?"

"Oh, so now it's MY fault? Well, I'll have you know that-"

The young male continued to whine. The woman in the black-slit dress walked over to the male and grabbed him by the collar. Her words were slurred yet meaningful.

"Hey, buddy! This dudes likely had a rough night of dealing with piss-stains like you! Why don't you go find some other whores to bother instead of a respectable bartender!"
The woman yelled

Shortly after this, the young male growled and left the bar, stomping his way out like a child. The single drunken man stumbled his way out just behind the angry teen male.

"You alright sweetheart?"
The woman asked the man behind the counter. The man himself seemed a little shocked at the events and the confidence of this woman, though his face remained mostly neutral. He stepped out from behind the bar to collect the broken glass.

"Yes, I'm quite fine. Thank you, miss."
The man replied with a nod as he picked up the glass by hand, taking it back behind the bar and putting it in a bin. He then headed to a storage closet and grabbed a mop to clean the spilled beer up. In all honesty, the man was surprised that this woman had come up to check on him.