Dec·a·dence [Darkiplier x Any Gender Reader x Antisepticeye]

Chapter 1: Re·splend·ent

Re·splend·ent. Attractive and impressive through being richly colorful or sumptuous.

That could describe everything in your life. The cities, the buildings, the people. And, you'd soon find out, it would perfectly describe the two men who'd change your life

Demons had ruled over your world for longer than history books could tell. You didn't mind, exactly. Humans were treated like more than slaves, with chances for advancement. Of course, demons held all the power, but they at least gave the humans credit for what they did.

You stepped off the subway and made your way up to the capital of the demon rule. History told you that this was once called New York City, but to you, it was home.

It was twilight as you walked the streets towards your job. The skyscrapers towered over you, black glass reflecting the stars and streetlights. It was a beautiful sight, but it reminded you how small you really were. You were a human, tiny and inferior.

You sighed and held your bag tighter. A couple of the girls and one of the guys who worked at the club with you walked next to you and talked, but you didn't pay any attention to them. Instead, you watched the people around you. A blue skinned demon with ram horns and a tight black suit held a smaller demon with nubs for horns and green skin by her waist as the two laughed. A few humans in another restaurant's uniforms walked into the bistro you just passed.

You felt at home here, walking in the twilight. It was easy to blend in, easy for others to forget you.

However, as you walked into work, you felt a lot less at home. Even though you'd worked there for two years, you still never felt quite comfortable in the tight black shorts and white sleeveless button up that was your uniform. The club was only getting ready to open. Various dancers, male and female, demon and human, dressed in the sexy red and black outfits the club was known for. A jazz band composed of 5 grey skinned demons was setting up on the stage with the help of a couple of the waiters.

Everyone wore venetian masks. You weren't sure the exact reason, but it added a certain mystique.

You sighed and went back to the back room to prepare.

Service began as normal, with the demons running you back and forth with bottles upon bottles of expensive alcoholic drinks. You barely got a minute to sit down between each run, and you end up going back and forth between the first and second floor quite a bit.

After a two minute water break, your manager came up to you. "You've been requested up at Lounge A on the third floor."

The third floor? That's where they highest paying customers went to enjoy their wealth. And they wanted you, specifically?

You were going to make so much on tips.

"Just make sure not to embarrass yourself, alright?"

"Of course." You try and hide your grin as you went up the stairs.

There were two lounges: Lounge A and Lounge B. Both could hold a party of up to 30, and usually were full all night.

You went to the left one, lounge A, expecting it to be buzzing with activity. Instead, the room was nearly empty. The bar, which you would be tending for the guests, had no one sitting at it. No other waiters or waitresses were up there, which would have been odd if the room weren't so empty. A single demon dancer danced at the pole, moving her gorgeous body to the beat of the music playing from below. You glanced over the railing and saw the band playing their smooth jazz. God, the music here was nice.

"Human."

You nearly jumped at the loud, yet oddly smooth, voice. You turned to see two men, demon men with ash grey, sitting on the round black couch, the smaller one resting his head on the taller one's chest. "How nice of you to join us."