Divine Assistance

Blood Moon Fight

I hate Blood Moons.

Seriously, I fucking hate them.

They were one of the worst days I had to deal with because it was the one time that every demon acts crazier than usual. Now, I am all for a good and wild time, but even there is a limit to how far the insanity should go before it becomes a total anarchist's wet dream. Sadly, this wasn't an excuse good enough for me to close down my club and keep the demons out. Mostly because I would be seen as a hypocrite, and my reputation would take a dive.

Despite not giving a fuck about a lot of things, there were some things I had to give shits about. Mainly my approval rating. More than once, I've had to face rebellions from the common folk who disagreed with how I was doing things. I don't like admitting it, but the past me was a total bitch for many thousands of years. Look up Dionysus II of Syracuse. That was my work. Same with my influence in making the nobles of France ignore the peasants that caused the French Revolution. However, I've matured since then, and now I know how to ensure people have a good time.

Now a lot of humans and angels seem to think that we demons are a bunch of wild, crazy animals who give into our instincts and go do something like a bloodlust crusade or a massive orgy fest. The truth is we're mostly reasonable, calm, and collected about eighty percent of the time. The other twenty percent comes from being a bit mad and crazy to survive Hell. Some demonic instincts were too strong for you to ignore, and embracing it was better in the long run. That being said, there are days when your instincts go wild, and your behavior goes beyond the normal bounds of rationality.

You know how there are theories that humans and animals change their behavior to something more primal during a full moon? Demons are the same; it happens to us only during the Blood Moon. Lust demons get hornier, Wrath demons get more bloodthirsty, Greed demons become more possessive, etc. Now, I've been around long enough to withstand the temptations of a Blood Moon phase. That being said, I still have a limit to how much bullshit I can take.

"And next time, wear adult diapers. If you're going to get so drunk, you'll miss the bathroom!" I shout as my security team throws out another sinner. One who decided to take a wizz in the chocolate lava fountain (with an actual fountain-size design) because he was too hammered to use the toilets. Rubbing my head, I turn to Vortex and ask him, "How many so far?"

"Forty-two and counting," Tex says before he touches the radio piece in his ear and sighs. "Make that forty-three. Another pervert went into the ladies room again."

"I fucking hate Blood Moons," I mutter before motioning him to take care of it.

The entire club is packed so badly that I must fly and shrink myself a few times to get through them. Multiple demons are already drunk as fuck, high as kites on heavy shit, and grinding together so much on the dance floor that I'm surprised they haven't started fires. My employees are working so hard their sweating puddles so I've already promised them three days off after this. We'll need time to clean up and restock after tonight, anyway. I look at the clock and see three hours are still left until we can close. We're already through half of our supplies, and the DJ is demanding extra overtime pay.

I love my club, but there are some days when the partying is too much that I can't enjoy it. I'm not even performing today. That's how bad it is. I head over to the third floor and quickly get some water behind one of the overcrowded bars when I spot Collin rushing past me, struggling to hold a keg as he places it nearby and wipes the sweat off his brow. I snort and nod my head. "Yeah, I feel ya."

"Seriously, what is with demons today?!" Collin gasps as he takes a moment to collect himself. "I've had fifty orders of nachos with melted cheese, had to replace all the stills in every bar twice in the past hour, and we're running so low on ice that I've had to send employees to stores to get more."