How did it feel to be an Abomination? In a world dominated by divinities and monsters alike if anyone were to find out about his existence they'd probably mistake him for an evil god or an evil mutant never mind that the all-seeing-eyes Whispers were giant eyeballs or the Magistrate had a halo behind her head. Everyone was odd in this world that was why he was an Abomination for being even odder.
They'd driven to a foreign environment in the PlainsLand. A large building. Classic music playing from the other side of the building. Expensive cars were parked right outside the building, with respectable expensive looking people coming down from the cars and making their way into the building.
Ruen dashed his servant a confused look. "Patience Master." The servant drew out politely, walking into the club-like building with Ruen on his tail.
There was a huge broad man at the entrance of the building. The huge bouncer stood still with his hands tucked behind his back. The large bouncer before the door stopped the misters from going any further. "Invites only." he spoke in a nonchalant gruff tone.
His eyes were pitch black, and he was dressed in black loose pants and a tank top. With the kind of unnatural sex appeal oozing from him he was no doubt an incubus demon. His lemon-red curly hair fell on his pitch black eyes. Brown long curved horns sticking out of his head.
Finley pulled out a card from his pocket. The card was a design of glitter moss and vines drawn on the surface and behind. An inscription of the name 'Micajah' too, and not forgetting the sign of a curved line with two dots up and below it.
The bouncer took the card from Finley's grip. The card meant access to whoever held it. Ruen subconsciously dashed the bouncer another one of his smiles with sinister undertones.
"Welcome gentlemen." The bouncer acknowledged the pledge of the card.
The doors of the club allowed Finley and Ruen to walk in. Ruen looked up at the top of the door before entering. Club THE FOX was written on the walls.
Club THE FOX was packed. The scent of sin wafted the air. One would fear that only stepping foot inside the club was enough to condemn you into damnation for the kind of sins that soaked the air. Bodies grinding together. Body sweats, alcohol, and possibly drugs coming in contact in the air.
Fangs came out bare to taste their volunteered blood bag. The sound of humans writhing in the pleasure of having fangs embedded deep into their necks and thighs echoed throughout the club. Vampires and Demons groaning in satisfaction of the blood of their volunteers and their moans too.
Some bare to their monsters eager to enjoy "the pleasure of their lives".
Ruen averted his eyes from the girl with two vampires with her, the threesome having the time of their lives.
He didn't even know where to turn his gaze to as everywhere was filled with the unwanted nudity of someone. Written on the door of the club under the words Club Pariah was 'Gratam domus peccatum' (Welcome to the house of sin) and it was so.
A passing waitress in an all black leather catsuit with a choker around her neck offered a drink to Ruen a drink but his Servant grabbed the drink from him before he had the chance to take it.
The servant hurriedly bowed seeing the confused look on his master. "Forgive me, Lord Ruen, the drinks that aren't ordered by a customer here are laced with aphrodisiacs." Finley explained himself and Ruen merely nodded.
Ruen scrunched his eyebrows. "Finn, what is this place?" Ruen asked.
He felt out of place yet a strange kind of complacency in the building. He felt choked, uncomfortable, yet the monsters that reside inside of him basked in the raw sin that wafted the air. The air of sin, lust, and blood made him want to retch but the monsters liked it very much, way too much.
It reminded him of the bowels of Dark Submit- Purgatory.
"This, This Master, are the souls that are surely damned to purgatory!" Finley exclaimed, throwing his arms wide.
Finley turned to his Master standing in and said. "Look at these packs of sinners. Master these souls will surely descend to purgatory but that day is not today, today we shall join them in celebration!"
Ruen felt his heart tug a bit. Darkness. He could see it etched in the souls of every single soul there.
Wherever he looked he could see the darkness in and it made him hungry. The environment made him more than tense, he made his fangs itch and something within him yearn for pain.
The pain that hid behind the crave for lust within these souls.
He wanted it. Just a taste.
All of a sudden clapping erupted, drawing their attention.
The stage was set for something.
Finley grabbed Ruen's wrist. "Come on Master, let's grab ourselves a seat."
Finley brought them to a booth more empty and more private than everywhere else. They took their seats on the red couch and their eyes set on the stage.
A woman took the stage. This woman had vibrant blonde hair that reached down her chest. She was quite slender. A sharp face that her blonde hair flushed down.
She had piercing mocha eyes that eyed her crowd like a predator. She was wearing a black dress that lengths down to her ankle. The dress was designed with net weave see-through that showed off her lacy black underwear underneath the dress. It was neck high and a long sleeve, tight enough to define her deepened waistline and defined her thick curves.
She had light fiery red eyeshadow on her olive eyelids. Thick black eyelashes. Slightly round shaped mocha eyes.
A muscular man in only tight black pants joined her up stage with a mic in hand also.
"I need that release, it's taking me over~" The man.
Ruen gingerly watched the show only to receive a slight shock when a hand descended on his shoulder. He jerked his head up at the perpetrator.
"Micajah?" The name rumbled out of his mouth as he saw the lady touching him.
This lady had alabaster skin with a tame hourglass figure fitted into a robe-like blue garment that displayed half of her chest. Her robe dress had slits from the hem of the dress rubbing the ground to the high of her waist. Diamond shaped buttons aligned from the end of her cleavage at her first rib down to the high of her abdomen. Her elf-like ears protruded from her silk vibrant lemon colored hair which were in little curls trailed down to her nipples. A piercing was attached to her thick red lips and an eyeliner was applied round her sharp eyes.
A single thin lemon colored eyebrow rose, and her red lips curled up into a smirk. "Well if it isn't the legendary Alexander Monroe."
Ruen in the blink of an eye caught her fingers and squeezed it deathly tight. "I don't know any Alexander fucking Monroe," he sneered.
"Oh that's right, you go by Ruen Monroe now," her smirk widened. "I prefer Alexander to be honest."
Ruen huffed before letting go of her fingers like a discarded piece of rag. "Fuck off Micajah I'm tired of seeing people of your bitchass bloodline today."
"Oh right. I heard you met mummy dearest today," Micajah leaned closer to him, her cleavage closest to his face. "It must have been scary standing so close to the Magistrate huh?"
Ruen looked at her without a word of reply. She continued. "Dance with me sexy devil?" She brought out her hand towards Ruen.
Ruen arched an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're frightened right now, Monroe." Her Victorian accent was clear as day.
He took the hand and they walked to the dance floor. Ruen placed his hand on her beautifully shaped waist before asking. "What do you want, Mimi?" He used a nickname as if they were closest to each other.
She ran her lips with her soft tongue. "I still remember April 11."
Ruen let out a dry chuckle. "I'm not having sex with you Mimi."
"You said that in April 11th too."
"Too bad this isn't April 11th." Ruen attempted to remove his hands from her but she held him tight.
"Peace, Alex. I can see that you're lonely, you're exhausted too. Why are you denying yourself what your body needs? Your body wants me, it'll always want me."
Ruen looked at her with his Maroon eyes. "You know you said that April 11th before running off with another pathetic fucktoy April 12th."
Micajah brought a hand up to his brown porcelain face. "Did it hurt when I left? Are you still angry I broke your heart, Alex?" Her red lips ghosted his own.
Ruen swallowed and unclenched his jaw before releasing a weak whisper. "You didn't break my fucking heart."
She retracted her face from being so close to his before grabbing a glass of alcohol from a waiter. "Don't worry, Alex, this doesn't have an aphrodisiac in it, I ordered just for you. It's not as if I need an aphrodisiac for you to want me."
Ruen looked at the drink, feeling the temptation searing through him. "Come on, Alex, just a drink." Micajah lightly begged and he took the drink downing it in one go.
One drink became two, two became three, three became four, four became five, five became six, six became seven, seven became eight, eight became nine, nine became ten, ten…. And then they were grinding against each other.
Ruen felt his head getting dizzy and woozy before separating himself from. Micajah. "Need to use the loo love? I'll be right back," Ruen barely registered that sweet voice of Micajah's.
His eyes blurred a bit as he struggled to find his way to the bathroom before slamming into something quite smaller than he was. He frowned looking down at what he'd hit.
"Ouch," he'd heard only to look down to see the most pathetic of big doe green eyes he'd ever seen.
He cocked his head to the side. "Puppy?"