Riot
With a hand as cold as death's Nox brushed back a lock of deep black from his caramel skin only to have it fall back into its customary resting spot just above his right black eye, a slight hmph sound rousing itself from deep in his throat as he attempted to ignore the slight annoyance of hair. The bangs were the only part that bothered him, the rest of it had been grown out long and tied back into a loose hold with an elastic piece of plastic encased in thread so as not to tangle the gorgeous locks when removed.
"Did you hear me? I'll get you!" The shout came from near to his face, the multicolored gaze of his baring down on the man that seemed to enjoy invading personal space. The man was shorter then what Nox preferred on his men, but at least he wasn't too much of an eye sore.
"I heard you, Sir. Please if you'd only take a moment to..." The words left his mouth and the man, not even allowing him to complete his utterly polite sentence launched off into a speech about revenge, payback and all sorts of things that Nox should rot in hell for. With a roll of his eyes Nox decided that this club owner might not need his club any longer. They'd already discussed the issue of Nox actually purchasing the store, and that wasn't about to happen in this man's lifetime. Raising a perfectly arched brow, Nox's dark blue and black eye traveled over the man for a moment and he leaned into him sliding his long lithe arms about the man's shoulders and then moved his lower body against his.
Nox wasn't restricted by the silly restrains God had placed on this planet called Earth, as he was hardly from this planet himself and rather enjoyed making a mockery of any sort of morals God had implanted in any human before he'd gone off to sleep for centuries. What a complete moron.
The reaction to Nox's sudden intrusion of any sort of personal space was greeted with a shove to Nox's own rock solid torso, a slight laugh slipping from his lips as he quickly moved his soft lips to the man's before him, and without a second thought inhaled. The gift to every demon in hell, the ability to steal souls in their own fashion. The very same present that he was using to its fullest extent at that very moment gave him a decent club and a soul to absorb into his own being.
Slowly he felt the man go limp, as the soul slid into his own open lips, and then finally die as the last wisps of his soul were licked off his lips and then the body was dropped no longer important to Nox.
That wasn't the only thing he had available to him from all of his centuries spent severing the Lord of Hell. But those tricks were best saved for last, the idle thought came as he snagged the foot of the body and with a maniacal laugh chucked him out onto the street.
Perhaps one more trick for today, Nox though grinning broadly to himself as the body began to decompose outside on the pavement that was called a sidewalk. The flesh sloughed off, the bones began to wear away and finally there was nothing. The man that had owned the club only minutes before, was no longer in existence nor was there even a spec of it left.
Speeding up the process of decay, another one of his oh so loved talents. It looked like he'd be opening the club "Riot" tonight, and damn was it going to be Hell of a night. Another twisted laugh accompanied his form as he closed the door to his club to get busy on a few redecorating ideas.
The new owner had tastefully redecorated the newly acquired club. And having had finished that in a mere minute Nox then decided to explore the neighbor hood, learn of what exciting people inhibited the surroundings that might be so easy to seduce with one of his own favorite sins. Lust. Brushing the bangs from his dark eyes in a familiar fashion as he locked the doors with a convenient key he'd found in the desk of the last resident.
With a broad grin riding on his features he couldn't help but feel himself swell with pride at owning his own club, and all's it'd taken was a single kiss. A slight chuckle was issued from his lips at that thought, as that kiss had hardly been an enjoyable encounter for Nox's opposing party. But that was hardly Nox's business now.
His eyes scanned the store's, looking intently at each as if they could reveal mountains of information to him simply by how intensely he stared at each. A cafe, a bookstore, pawnshop, bar, and his own club. Those were the buildings nearest and seemingly open. The first one wasn't of any interest to him, as coffee was a drink he found highly disgusting and for human consumption only. The bookstore, on the other hand, was highly amusing to his demonic mind. The idea of waltzing in and browsing through books that proclaimed they knew the complete and utter truth about 'demons' was the most eye catching.
The grin resting on his lips widened slightly as he moved towards the book store the skin-tight black leather pants making the familiar sounds that accompanied his walking as the dark combat boots hit pavement. As he pushed open the door to the bookstore, he was glad to see he'd entered a few minutes after opening, and eagerly looked about for some section that was an obvious subject of amusement. Religion was one, what a big hoax that was. The sci-fi and fantasy novels often times hit closer to home then those silly books about God and Lucifer. They'd definitely gotten their sources wrong.
The multi-colored eyes drifted over the tops of the shelves, until he'd found someone who worked here. That fact alone only made obvious by where they were standing, at the cash register.
"'Ello!" Nox called in friendly greeting, moving towards the man with just as friendly smile. "Do you 'appen to 'ave a section about possession? Or abnormalities?" Nox asked, raising that perfectly shaped brow once more in question as his eyes sparkled with the amusement. Those were also another thing of interest, or more like amusement. Possession didn't happen, and aliens weren't real. That was one giant hoax that the government used to feed the federal funds. Funds that didn't even cover the outrageous spending amount. Deficit, he believed it was called.
"Why actually, we do. Its over that way." The young man pointed, and then went back to his work, seeming to be as busy as one could be with a few coins in an open cash register. The features of Nox twisted slightly, becoming a frown rather then the friendly appearance he'd had registered on his fine face moments ago. Upon looking in the direction of the young man's point, he'd come up with nothing but books about love. Things he hardly cared about, as it was another lie for humans to believe.
Finally his search bore the fruits of his labor, as he got his long fingers on a thick book about "demonic possession" and the "rituals" for removing demons from a body. Digging into his wallet he grinned, holding the book against his second-skin like red t-shirt that sported the words "Go to Hell". Corny, yes, but also amusing to the demon.
Once checking his supply of cash he moved towards the small cafe, standing in front of it as if he owned the place while rubbing his chin idly the two different eyes taking in the menu of drinks.
"Did you hear me? I'll get you!" The shout came from near to his face, the multicolored gaze of his baring down on the man that seemed to enjoy invading personal space. The man was shorter then what Nox preferred on his men, but at least he wasn't too much of an eye sore.
"I heard you, Sir. Please if you'd only take a moment to..." The words left his mouth and the man, not even allowing him to complete his utterly polite sentence launched off into a speech about revenge, payback and all sorts of things that Nox should rot in hell for. With a roll of his eyes Nox decided that this club owner might not need his club any longer. They'd already discussed the issue of Nox actually purchasing the store, and that wasn't about to happen in this man's lifetime. Raising a perfectly arched brow, Nox's dark blue and black eye traveled over the man for a moment and he leaned into him sliding his long lithe arms about the man's shoulders and then moved his lower body against his.
Nox wasn't restricted by the silly restrains God had placed on this planet called Earth, as he was hardly from this planet himself and rather enjoyed making a mockery of any sort of morals God had implanted in any human before he'd gone off to sleep for centuries. What a complete moron.
The reaction to Nox's sudden intrusion of any sort of personal space was greeted with a shove to Nox's own rock solid torso, a slight laugh slipping from his lips as he quickly moved his soft lips to the man's before him, and without a second thought inhaled. The gift to every demon in hell, the ability to steal souls in their own fashion. The very same present that he was using to its fullest extent at that very moment gave him a decent club and a soul to absorb into his own being.
Slowly he felt the man go limp, as the soul slid into his own open lips, and then finally die as the last wisps of his soul were licked off his lips and then the body was dropped no longer important to Nox.
That wasn't the only thing he had available to him from all of his centuries spent severing the Lord of Hell. But those tricks were best saved for last, the idle thought came as he snagged the foot of the body and with a maniacal laugh chucked him out onto the street.
Perhaps one more trick for today, Nox though grinning broadly to himself as the body began to decompose outside on the pavement that was called a sidewalk. The flesh sloughed off, the bones began to wear away and finally there was nothing. The man that had owned the club only minutes before, was no longer in existence nor was there even a spec of it left.
Speeding up the process of decay, another one of his oh so loved talents. It looked like he'd be opening the club "Riot" tonight, and damn was it going to be Hell of a night. Another twisted laugh accompanied his form as he closed the door to his club to get busy on a few redecorating ideas.
The new owner had tastefully redecorated the newly acquired club. And having had finished that in a mere minute Nox then decided to explore the neighbor hood, learn of what exciting people inhibited the surroundings that might be so easy to seduce with one of his own favorite sins. Lust. Brushing the bangs from his dark eyes in a familiar fashion as he locked the doors with a convenient key he'd found in the desk of the last resident.
With a broad grin riding on his features he couldn't help but feel himself swell with pride at owning his own club, and all's it'd taken was a single kiss. A slight chuckle was issued from his lips at that thought, as that kiss had hardly been an enjoyable encounter for Nox's opposing party. But that was hardly Nox's business now.
His eyes scanned the store's, looking intently at each as if they could reveal mountains of information to him simply by how intensely he stared at each. A cafe, a bookstore, pawnshop, bar, and his own club. Those were the buildings nearest and seemingly open. The first one wasn't of any interest to him, as coffee was a drink he found highly disgusting and for human consumption only. The bookstore, on the other hand, was highly amusing to his demonic mind. The idea of waltzing in and browsing through books that proclaimed they knew the complete and utter truth about 'demons' was the most eye catching.
The grin resting on his lips widened slightly as he moved towards the book store the skin-tight black leather pants making the familiar sounds that accompanied his walking as the dark combat boots hit pavement. As he pushed open the door to the bookstore, he was glad to see he'd entered a few minutes after opening, and eagerly looked about for some section that was an obvious subject of amusement. Religion was one, what a big hoax that was. The sci-fi and fantasy novels often times hit closer to home then those silly books about God and Lucifer. They'd definitely gotten their sources wrong.
The multi-colored eyes drifted over the tops of the shelves, until he'd found someone who worked here. That fact alone only made obvious by where they were standing, at the cash register.
"'Ello!" Nox called in friendly greeting, moving towards the man with just as friendly smile. "Do you 'appen to 'ave a section about possession? Or abnormalities?" Nox asked, raising that perfectly shaped brow once more in question as his eyes sparkled with the amusement. Those were also another thing of interest, or more like amusement. Possession didn't happen, and aliens weren't real. That was one giant hoax that the government used to feed the federal funds. Funds that didn't even cover the outrageous spending amount. Deficit, he believed it was called.
"Why actually, we do. Its over that way." The young man pointed, and then went back to his work, seeming to be as busy as one could be with a few coins in an open cash register. The features of Nox twisted slightly, becoming a frown rather then the friendly appearance he'd had registered on his fine face moments ago. Upon looking in the direction of the young man's point, he'd come up with nothing but books about love. Things he hardly cared about, as it was another lie for humans to believe.
Finally his search bore the fruits of his labor, as he got his long fingers on a thick book about "demonic possession" and the "rituals" for removing demons from a body. Digging into his wallet he grinned, holding the book against his second-skin like red t-shirt that sported the words "Go to Hell". Corny, yes, but also amusing to the demon.
Once checking his supply of cash he moved towards the small cafe, standing in front of it as if he owned the place while rubbing his chin idly the two different eyes taking in the menu of drinks.