The Phantom, son of Satan him self, has lived a millennia amongst the humans ruling the demon population of earth. Charming, manipulative, resourceful, cunning, arrogant, vindictive and devilishly handsome. How can one resist his dangerous game of t...
On the left is the Phantom's Human guise as Nate. Right is who he is as the true Phantom.
The Phantom LA was silent that night save for the chilling wind howling through its near dark streets. It was a foreboding wind that shook anyone out at the early hour, chasing them back home from their Saturday adventures. With the city finally cloaked in darkness the cold stars were able to gaze upon the sleeping city, stark and all seeing beings of the night.
It was the hour where everyone should be tucked away in their little homes, for if you were caught out at this hour something terrible was bound to happen to you. Even the toughest thug didn't dare walk the streets at this hour, definitely not the faint of heart. The hour from 3-4 belonged for the most devious, most cutthroat of the supernatural beings that hid within the L.A underworld.
It was the Devil's hour, though to humans long ago it was know as the Witching hour. Though the modern day human will scoff at the idea of evil witches and demons walking the night, they still feel it in their very bones the danger present.
I smirk at I stroll towards the more shady side of the city. Why you ask am I roaming these dangerous streets? Because I am one of those devious, cutthroat demons and these are my streets. I, The Phantom, am the literal devil's son. These L.A streets are my kingdom where the ruthless demons hiding in plain sight bow to me alone. Unless my father visits.
Which one of them happens to be tonight.
Sighing I run a hand through my slightly ruffled hair as I turn down the path that leads me to the club I own. My shoes and cane clack against the cobblestone pathway, making an ominous noise to echo into the silent night. I gaze upon the neon sign above my club that bathed the front entry with warm, red glow: Exposure is what I named it. It was the only place I was allowed to expose my true nature to the world.
Spotting the closed sign I raise a brow. Seems like dad is already here. Opening the door with my personal key, I walked into the dimly lighted club. As I approach the main room I hear a low chatter coming from the direction of the bar. I roll my eyes and smirk.
Of course he's drinking. I wonder what Lucifer wants today.
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*Picture: Lucifer
Entering the main room I see my father laughing and throwing back drinks with Mazikeen and Christina, two of the top demon punishers back home that also are charged in our protection.
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