Release from the Dark (Claude's Bird and b.lueeyes, 18+)

[Claude's Bird]

Roleplay between Claude's Bird and b.lueeyes.

 

Synopsis: A ball masque, a feast of debauchery where noone is who they seem and neither rank nor species are of importance. With the masks on and the veil of anonimity in place the true beasts come out of human, demon and vampire alike, with only one thing on their minds. And when the guests are satisfied, it's time for the host to feed. So what are angels doing in the middle of this pool of sin?

 

 

Bird's characters:

 

 

Name: Altair

 

Race: demon

 

Appearance: See picture but without wings or tail. Long, silver blond hair, coral red eyes. Tall, powerful, athletic build, pale skin. He usually wears glasses, but merely for show.

 

Age: appears in his early 20s, but much older. Still quite young for a demon though.

 

Personality: Cool, calculating, seductive and dominant, or at least trying to be, since he is still quite young and has to live up to the expectations of his elders. Good at charming people. Somewhat vain and cocky. Fiercely possessive but also caring towards his butler/contractee/submissive Talon, not beyond sleeping with others though, if only to satisfy the urges he does not want to subject Talon to. Works by day as a business executive among humans. Lives like a human mostly, but in order to be able to feed without suspicion (and gain a better reputation among the higher ranking beings in the world) he throws these masked balls.

 

Likes: Talon, blood, sex, riling up others and then fighting them for dominance, corrupting people and watching them fall from grace

 

Dislikes: weakness, insecurity

 

Position: Seme.

 

 

 

 

Name: Talon

Race: demon/vampire hybrid

 

Appearance: Long straight black hair past his waist, eyes the color of magma. Unnaturally pale skin, long black fingernails. Slender and toned, but not really muscular. Always wears black.

 

Age: looks about 20, much older in reality

 

Personality: trained to behave like Altair's shadow, always there to serve him but invisible at the same time. Submissive and obedient, only pushing for attention when noone else is around. He is mute and communicates telepathically, but only to his contractor. Usually he only communicates via expressions and looks. Possessive of his dominant, he doesn't like the parties Altair throws, he secretly wishes Altair would need only him. Will do pretty much anything Altair tells him, unless it puts Altair himself at risk. Obviously quiet, calm, always looking solemn. He is part vampire so craves blood, even though technically he doesn't need it to survive.

 

Likes: blood play, pleasing his master, having Altair all to himself

 

Dislikes: Altair's parties, people that want Altair, getting ignored, being alone

 

Position: seke (mostly uke, but if Altair tells him to top someone he will, he has his own demonic urges to act out sometimes)

 

 

 

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[b.lueeyes]

Blue's Characters:

The Twins

 

 

 

Name: Apollyon (Alecxander/Alec)

 

Race: Angel (Prince- one of three below the archangels)

 

Appearance: As the two pictures above; Alec is slightly shorter than his brother and more unkept, being a little unruly and mostly casual unless he needs to be. Darker green eyes- emerald coloured. Both brothers have white hair when within heaven, showing their purity, yet on earth their hair turned dark brown.

 

Wings: White, with silver and gold speckles on the very tips of his feathers (he has more gold than silver).

 

Age: around 18 in looks (however he is much older...twelve seconds older than Evangelus/Ezra *winks*)

 

Personality: By heavenly law, he is one of the darker angels, given that he rules over life and death on earth, regulation and minister of delivering the dead. Yet, he has a fairly light personality, being sarcastic, impulsive and sometimes a little withdrawn. Being one of the three angel-princes, he has the sense of heavenly righteousness, and feels responsibility for other angels yet he is not all that happy with his status because of those responsibilities. In court he is cool, often quick to argue and take one side or another. He is curious and adventurous, and often a rule-breaker, much to his brother, Ezra's, detain. Kind and loving to only his close family, he is a mysterious angel that generally not many know much about, yet all angels have heard about, due to his destructive temper and hatred for the evil in humanity.

 

Likes: Bringing peace, helping those who are lost, watching Earth and it's inhabitants, the sun, breaking rules, Ezra, returning life, sex, gold, beauty, flying battle.

 

Dislikes: Demons who use humans destructively, humans who use anything destructively, humans who use humans destructively, lower level demons, murder, the cold, his position in heaven, evil.

 

Position: Seke

 

 

 

Name: Evengelus (Ezra/Ezrah)

 

Race: Angel (higher class)

 

Appearance: As the two pictures above; Ezra is much tidier than his brother, generally keeping himself well dressed and highly presentable at all times. Darker green eyes- emerald coloured. Both brothers have white hair when within heaven, showing their purity, yet on earth their hair turned dark brown.

 

Wings: White, with silver and gold speckles on the very tips of his feathers (he has more silver than gold).

 

Age: around 18 in looks (however he is much older...the younger of the two)

 

Personality: By his namesake and his personality, Ezra is a 'good, righteous angel'. He is a kind hearted and beautiful-souled angel, being generally soft-spoken and organised, he is quite serious about his work and about his status, not as a prince, but as one of the higher court angels, being connected to his brother. He does not like death, he hates the destruction his brother sees each day, worrying for him greatly, his own duties stemming more to administration and the spreading of kindness and serenity through the world. He is easier to approach than his brother, who he is quite protective of, who he cares for deeply. Ezra is known to have quite a few friends, yet he still keeps them at quite a distance as he is expected to. Beloved by all, as his brother is, he is one of the few non-princes to know the workings of heaven entirely. He is less intrigued by the world of earth, keeping his distance from the workings, knowing that it is dangerous. But he will explore with his brother, as long as it is kept quiet and to his rules.

 

Likes: Peace, tranquillity, kind-people, the giving of happiness, life, Alec, sex, good humans, history, gardens, flying.

 

Dislikes: Death, destruction, darkness of any kind, the majority of demons unless they are a part of the communication with heaven, evil, killing unnecessarily.

 

Position: Seke (generally more seme)

 

 

Other: Angel twins are rare, and as such when they are born they are showered with love and light. Generally, they tend to stay together, and have a very fierce bond with each other that rumour would have it stretches beyond familial. They can be apart, but loathe it, preferring to be in each others company; they give each other strength, and comfort, whether physical or otherwise. Alec and Ezra have a very close bond, one that Alec promotes greatly and Ezra (not that he will admit it) does not think he could live without.

[b.lueeyes]

"It's alright..."

 

Muffled sobs echoed through the large courtroom, red eyes watching on from every corner. A sharp crack split the air and an almost bird-like shriek sounded, and the man's hands clutched the young one tighter. "H-Help me, h-h-help m-me, please..."

 

"There is nothing I can do, and there is nothing you can do...but let it happen." Another crack, and the slightest dusting of feathers quivering against the black stone. They were stained, soiled; the blinding white cut through with black splotches, slowly bleeding out as the wings rotted from the inside out, destroying themselves...remaking themselves.

 

Large fingers slid through shockingly white locks, wiping bloody tears from his cheeks. "Oh child...as helpless as you were the day you were born..."

 

"I-I'm not-" -crack- "Ny-aargh!"

 

"Hush child..." Glowing crimson gazed down at him almost fond expression, his large hands soft on his cheeks. "They are dying, and you feel their pain. They are a part of you child...and in order to keep some semblence of your former self...you must push through this p-"

 

-crack- tear- -splatter-

 

"Ezra!! E-Ezra, Ezra please!" He screamed, clutching the dark creature tighter, callling out to no avail. Bright, sweet smelling red splattered to the ground. Royal blood, strong and potent, and the watching eyes seemed to glow, the shadows creeping forward. With a sharp shake from the man in the centre of the room, they backed off, and he gave a small smile, pitying, almost sad.

 

"He will not help you; you know that yourself, child; he has left you. They have all left you to rot, to die...to Fall."

 

There it was- that word. That word that he had dreaded, and at the mere sound of it his cries redoubled, panic setting in. The bleeding on his wings seemed to spread, black flowing out in waves as his feathers flared at odd angles, the darkness setting in. "I-I don't w-wanna fall, I don't wanna fall-I don't!" He cried almost hysterically, tears streaming down his cheeks. His usually composed, myserious charm had fallen away to reveal the scared angel beneath, the terrified child who was facing his worst nightmare.

 

-crack, creak...-

 

"I d-don't wanna fall..." he murmured, his eyelashes fluttering, tears falling from long lashes. "...Lucarael, h-help me..."

 

Lucarael, the Morning Bringer, angel of morning; the First Fallen, gazed down at the younger angel with a beautiful smile, dark hair falling around the two as two seemingly gigantic wings, black as darkness itself, raised around him. Lucarael, Lucifer, the devil, King of Demons, welcomed him with open arms. "It's alright...you're safe. Once you are fallen, you're one of my own. And I take care of my own, Apollyon. We will all take good care of you..."

 

______________________-_Four Months Ago_-_

 

"We shouldn't be doing this, Alec," A low voice called from across the room as the one in question splashed some water on his face, rubbing some over the back of his neck. Turning sharp eyes over his shoulder, he spotted his brother leaning against the grand bathroom doorway, his arms crossed in irritation, still dressed for court. Alec licked his lips, straightening as he looked him up and down. Still as beautiful as ever in gold and white...

 

Rolling his eyes, Ezra pushed away from the doorway, stepping out of view, obviously going to change. He knew what their armour did for Alec's libido. "Oh just stop. Don't look at me like that."

 

"Oh? You weren't complaining yesterday," came the huskier, playful tone back at him as Alec moved to pull on some pants, having picked out what he would wear already. "After all, it's better you come along with me than I have you stay here and play double, right?"

 

"It's better that you stay here so I don't have to leave, and I don't have to play double, how about it?"

 

"Mmm....no." And that was the end of that conversation. There was no use in him arguing with Apollyon after all...he wasn't an easy man to argue with.

 

Stepping out of the bathroom, his long hair curling very slightly at the ends, still unruly as ever, Alecxander gave one deep sigh and moved to pull on one of his favourite shirts, frayed at the edges, white and just a little faded. There was a small rip in the top of one of the sleeves, but that didn't matter. It added to the appeal. "Come on, we're going. I've already made the decision, and you know there's no changing my mind." He chuckled, sliding his arms around his brothers waist as Ezra dressed in jeans a little more modest than Alec's tighter black leather, also just a little frayed, with a few rips in one leg, and straining across one knee. "Wear this one..." the prince murmured, pointing to a darker coloured shirt, tight and form-sitting. "You know you want to show off for me, I know you, Ez..."

 

The angel of good took a deep breath, considering his twin's low voice in his ear, before agreeing with a low sigh, not saying anything against him. Alec was always right when it came to these things...even if the shirt was a little tight. Alec grabbed a single gold ear cuff and fastened it as Ezra slipped on the shirt, feeling the slightest ache from where their shoulders had touched. Tapping one boot to the ground, Alec asked with a small smirk, "Whaddaya think?," as he squared his shoulders.

 

Ezra took only a moment to look at him, but that was enough. He turned his eyes away towards the window and breathed. "I think we had better go if you do not want to be caught...and if you do not want to stay in tonight."

 

An airy, almost husky laugh filled the air and the sound of ruffling feathers filled the air, before the room was empty, only fluttering drapes left in their wake.

[Claude's Bird]

A mansion, somewhere on the outskirts of a thriving city. Classicist architecture of strict, proud columns and carefully calculated symmetry, graceful arches lending a certain playfulness, fine marble gleaming white in the pale moonlight. Impressive but not overwhelming, exuding the power and wealth of the one residing within those meticulously designed walls. Tonight the black, wrought-iron gates were open, eagerly welcoming car after expensive car. Men and women dressed their finest, their most luxurious, their most appealing, small masks of all kinds hiding their hungry eyes, passed through the majestic entrance one after the other, human, vampire and demons alike. The lord of the house gave one of his famous masked balls, so tonight they would feast, they would indulge.

 

Inside the master bedroom, large, spacious and tastefully furnished, sat the lord on an elaborately carved ebony chair. Altair's eyes were closed, his unearthly handsome face tilted up to accommodate the delicate, slender brush gliding over his flawless skin in intricate patterns. Tendrils of silver were outlined with black, delicate accents of sensual red finding their place under the outer corners of his eyes, on his temples and on the center of his forehead. When the brush withdrew those eyes, a vivid coral red in color and currently accentuated with kohl, opened to gaze at the male that had been wielding the instrument so expertly and was now holding a hand mirror in front of him, a soft smile curving the lord's sinful lips as he examined the painted mask in his reflection. This way noone could take it off and accidentally expose his identity to people who did not need to know who exactly their host was. He could easily have conjured it up, used his powers to alter his appearance like he did on workdays when he had to blend in among the humans, but to have his manservant Talon paint it on was far more enjoyable, far more...intimate. "Excellent work as always, Tal, you may proceed."

 

The second male, less powerfully built than his lord and dressed completely in black save for the smooth silver collar around his pale neck, lowered his arms to his sides and silently bowed his head in compliance before moving behind the chair, pulling out a silver comb. Altair tilted his head back lightly, long, silverwhite hair spilling over the back of the chair. Usually it appeared short, suitable of the businessman persona he wore in daily life, but on nights like these he showed the demon he truly was. After all, looks were only beneficial to the hunt. He hummed softly in enjoyment when he felt the comb begin gliding through the silky locks. This was perhaps his most favorite part of any party: the preparation, the grooming, to have all this wonderful attention all for himself. His kind liked to indulge after all. He felt Talon's skilled fingers pull his hair into a half ponytail and fasten it with the intricate silver clip that had been waiting on the nightstand, allowing the shorter locks in front to fall around his face freely. A set of earcuffs were secured on his ears, graceful tendrils of silver to match the mask, curling all around the shell of his ears giving them a slightly pointed appearance, a small teardrop shaped coral red jewel at the bottom of each one dangling from his earlobes.

 

Altair watched approvingly as Talon moved back to the front of the chair and knelt at his feet, slender, black nailed hands reaching out to cup one of his heels and ease the strong foot and toned leg into a dangerous looking black leather overknee stiletto boot. The supple material closed around the curves of his leg almost like second skin and was adorned with a row of ornate silver clasps on the outside of the leg. The demon could sense his servant's heartbeat raise slightly as the dark male leaned in to close up the long zipper that ran up the back of the boot. Talon couldn't speak, but his body spoke as clearly as other people's mouths, if not moreso. The servant shifted to tend to the other foot and Altair noticed the barely perceptible pressure of a nuzzle against his lower leg as the zipper was slowly pulled up. Someone was getting eager...

 

The work done, eyes the color of boiling lava finally raised to take in the master in all his glory. Altair loved those eyes. They seemed to change depending on Talon's mood, from a dull red like dying embers when he was depressed to a bold smoldering orange-red when he was angry to the blazing yellow-orange of molten metal when he was caught in the throes of ecstasy. He reached out a black-gloved hand to curl strong fingers around the dark male's slender chin, the dark color clashing sharply with the hauntingly pale skin. "Very good work, my beautiful Talon..." At that the dark servant rose from his kneeling position and proceeded to slide onto his master's lap like a large cat, resting his hands against Altairs chest as he nuzzled his jaw softly and then leaned in with the intent to steal those sensual lips in a kiss, hiplong black hair falling around them like a silken curtain. A strong hand grabbing the hair on top of his head and tugging back just hard enough to be painful foiled his attempt.

 

"What did I tell you about being greedy?" the demon warned, the fingers of his free hand curling loosely around the other's slender throat, the thumb and index pushing his jaw up forcing him to look at him. "You still have much more work to do tonight, do it well and you will be rewarded, get greedy and you sleep alone, you know that." The hand raised slightly to allow a leather-clad thumb to brush over pale soft lips, the demon's voice growing gentler and less authoritative. "You know the drill, first we feast and then I will enjoy my special treat for dessert..." The last part was almost purred. Talon cast down his eyes and looked away. The hand holding the male's hair relaxed, strong fingers threading through the thick black strands. "You know there's noone I'd rather be in than you..." Altair was well aware of the dislike his loyal servant felt towards their way of feeding, or rather towards the idea of his beloved master experiencing pleasure with and receiving sustenance from anyone other than him, since Talon himself also needed these occasions to feed. He also knew the dark male would rather die than let him attend the parties alone.

 

"Turn around, I'll do you." Lava-red eyes jerked up towards the master's face, lips slightly parted in hopeful surprise. "Your hair I mean." Altair gave his servant a stern look, hands urging him to sit on his lap backwards. As Talon obeyed, Altair grabbed the comb and started to comb the long, sleek, raven hair, parted down the middle, then proceeded to tie it into a thick braid reaching down to the small of the dark male's back. A few shorter strands loosely framed the servant's handsome face. "There, consider that your reward for now. It's about time I go make my appearance," Altair decided. Talon slid off his master's lap obediently if slightly reluctantly and helped the taller male to stand, then went to help him into his frock coat, a black tailored coat emphasizing his broad shoulders and trim waist, just past kneelength in the back, falling open in an upside down v-shape in the front to reveal the dark red formfitting slacks underneath. The coat, embroidered with beads of onyx worked into the designs and embellished with silver accents on the shoulders, along the lapels and along the hem and cuffs, closed with two silver buttons at his midsection, the deep v-shaped neckline showing the low-cut, silver shirt underneath that left a teasing 5 centimeters of toned chest bare and the rest to the imagination. The boots added at least 10 cm to the lord's already impressive height.

 

"Alright, let's go." Talon nodded and moved to open the bedroom door for his master. Altair's eyes glowed briefly as he focused his attention on the door and on what lay beyond. "Time for us to feed..." With that, he headed out the room, Talon following two steps behind him like his loyal shadow.

[b.lueeyes]

The night was fairly clear, the darkness of the sky ebony against the stark white of the moon. The streets of the city's district were as busy and loud as they always were, and the addition of two new people wouldn't be noticed. As the two descended into the city, unseen by all in their glory, Alec gazed on as his brother's hair darkened, phasing into a dark, luscious brown that was like the richest of chocolates. The two of them dropped down into an alleyway, their wings furling once more and folding, unseen by humanity.

 

Shifting closer, their shoulders brushed, a gentle heat flowing through the both of them. Somehow, their fingers twined together, the twins meeting each others eye. It did not take words for them to speak, both knew what the other meant by their gaze. Ezra, deeply concerned that this may end adversely, yet he would follow his brother as far as he wished to take this outing, and pull him back if he pushed his way too far into the humans hearts. Alec himself was thankful, gratitude showing within his eyes, a gentle palm coming to rest on his cheek, and a spark of happiness resonated from his core. Almost reluctantly, Ezra gave a smile, and leant forward to press a gentle, reverent kiss to his brothers forehead. "Be safe, Apollyon, you must remember your own safety."

 

"Of course," he replied, moving to peck his cheek, squeezing his twins fingers tighter. "Now...can we go have some fun, please?" Taking lead, he pulled his brother out of the alleyway and into the strip, fully intent on finding a club or...anywhere to unwind. The past few weeks in heaven had been deeply tiring to the both of them, but Alec was never one to be confined to one place. Heaven itself, while beautiful and pure, was not a place that Apollyon found himself tolerating for long. The courts held too much pride, too much self-reverence, far too much stately charm for him; he preferred the company of humans, or at least the visage of it. Being one of the few angels to be directly involved with the lives and movements of humans, he found their humanity to be refreshing, even intriguing. Ezra, however, was less interested. His brother was always a curious being, and he had needed someone to tug him back before he squeezed his way into trouble, so, that had always fallen to him. Ezra had promised to protect him, and protect him...he would.

 

A small group of 'well-dressed' street walkers stood closer to the curb than the rest (while Ezra was not entirely aware of their profession, Alec most certainly was), before a sleek limousine. Alec gave a small, almost mischevious smile, and moved towards the group, his hips swaying in gentle, lilting way that made more than a few people pause, and Ezra clench his teeth. One of the things that pushed him the most...Ezra hated to share. And share his brother, he did. He must; Alec needed more than what he could give him, sometimes. Adventure, something new. Ezra couldn't always do that.

 

"-much are you paying?" One of the girls asked the open window, and Ezra looked up, wondering at her tone. Alec's fingers slipped from his as he approached the car, the whores spreading just a little at the sight of the striking man. The man within the car, a young, very-good looking man in a suit gave him a single look, and that was all it took. Dark, glimmering emerald ensnared him and he couldn't look away. The man gave a charming smile, shooing the girl away.

 

"How would you like to come with me? We're heading to a party outside town...it'll be fun." Alec gave a small smile, reaching out with his mind towards him, taking one moment to see this man's mind, to feel him...he was an only child, having grown up without siblings and with inattentive parents, being rather lonely. This stemmed to his need for comfort, for people around him near constantly. He had money...quite a lot of it, and he was not afraid to use it on the side of the street, obviously; he was the son of a wealthy businessman, and he had received an invitation which he had found...very intriguing... Pulling back, Alec gave a nod, turning his eyes to Ezra, who stepped forward, his arm sliding around his brothers waist.

 

The man's eyes widened with what looked to be a mixture of surprise and sudden lust. Oh? Alec gave a charming smile. "You'll have to take the both of us, I can't leave my little brother here alone." He murmured, and the man swallowed thickly. Ezra rasied an eyebrow at the comment. While Alec was indeed the elder of the two, he was a little shorter, and he looked just a little younger than Ezra. The younger was slightly more broad, his hair shorter and straighter. As such...he seemed to be older even though he was not. "Y-Yeah...of course," the young man stuttered, moving to open the door for them. The whores scattered, grumbling off the loss of a customer.

 

Alec jerked his head towards the door, and Ezra took a deep breath. "Get in, Ezra." Alec told him, his eyes holding a mischevious fire that he had not seen in quite some time. The younger understood then just where they were heading, and he swallowed thickly. Was he going to torture him with such things? Wherever they were going, Alec knew what it would involve; but from the look in his eyes...Ezra would be far from the only person touching him tonight. The two of them slid into the vehicle, and settled either side of the man, Alec to his right, and Ezra to his left. Two other men and one woman gawped at the two he had procured, and Alec simply chuckled, moving to make conversation. The car drove off, and Ezra felt a sinking in his gut.

[Claude's Bird]

Despite the heels Altair barely made a sound as he walked down the corridor leading away from his private quarters, the thick carpet muffling any sound of his footsteps to perfection, in as far as the man's naturally silent way of moving left anything to be muffled in the first place. He could already sense the mass of souls downstairs, barely brushing the edges of his consciousness at first, but growing stronger the further he approached. As he rounded the corner and headed towards the guest area, Talon still in tow, the surface underneath his feet changed from carpet to marble. The corridor opened onto a landing, from which one could look down onto the massive ballroom below. The landing extended into a gallery that ran around the ballroom on either side, culminating in a grand staircase on the opposite side leading down to the dance floor.

 

Altair took a moment to look down onto the crowd below before proceeding towards the stairs. It seemed there would be plenty of choice tonight. So many souls, some already tainted and eager for more, others still fresh, just waiting to be corrupted. He waited at the top of the stairs, signaling a waiting servant with a nod of his head before turning his attention to the guests. The man hurried to announce to the crowd that their host had arrived. The room fell quiet and Altair's lips curled into a satisfied smile when all eyes turned towards him, filled with reverence, some with envy, others with longing or plain lust. That's right, my pretties. Worship me. Envy me. Want me. Sustain me with your delectable sins. He raised his hands in a gesture of welcome, looked the room over and spoke loudly.

 

"My friends! Be welcome! Still your hunger, quench your thirst and indulge to your heart's content! The night is young, let's make it last forever. Ladies and gentlemen... tonight we FEAST!!"

 

At the last word, the demon's eyes glowed briefly and cheering and applause rose from the crowd as he descended the stairs to mingle, Talon once again following like a shadow, lava-red eyes scanning the room for anyone who would dare come too close to the master without permission, yet ignoring the lusty stares that were cast in the servant's own direction.

 

Altair smiled in satisfaction as he took in what was around him. It was perfect, as it should. The ballroom was lined with tall, marble columns supporting the gallery he had been standing on just before and furnished with ebony seats and sofas, upholstered with sumptuous deep red velvet and grouped together to form intimate "booths" for the guests to get comfortable with each other in. Male and female servants dressed in black, the boys clad in formfitting slacks and tight, longsleeved boleros that closed over their hearts and left the entire torso bare, the girls wearing halter-necked, open-backed catsuits, stood at the columns, waiting for their services to be called upon. Others were walking around carrying silver trays with snacks or champagne and wine. Their striking beauty gave a hint about their true nature: they were all incubi and succubi, hired especially for the occasion, and free for anyone to satisfy their urges with. Unlike the guests, the servants were not masked. The room was lit by lush chandeliers, bathing the party-goers in low, golden light. The air was filled with the scents of perfume, food and people, the atmosphere heavy with pheromones, forbidden desires and sins waiting to happen.

 

Altair greeted people left and right as he moved through the room, chuckling to himself. He knew most of the people here, and it was amusing to see them show their true colors now that they were hiding behind masks. Not to mention the amount of potential blackmail material nights like this earned him... He recognized his boss, a middle-aged, slightly overweight man that showed himself dominant to the point of tyrannical towards his subordinates, but who was now sitting on his knees at the stiletto-heeled feet of a dark-haired woman the demon recognized as a vampiress who liked to play rough with her food. There was no doubt that they would soon move to the "play room" one floor lower to continue their "conversation" in private. Some wealthy human businessmen in another booth were entertaining themselves with two young looking servant boys. And there would be more soon, quite soon.

 

Altair moved on, feeling something brush past his fingers when he walked past another couch. He could almost feel Talon tense behind him as he looked down into the dark brown eyes of a young woman leaning over the armrest of the sofa, her hands curling around his hand as she pulled it in to kiss and nuzzle his fingers. Then she gazed up at him again, snaking her arms around his arm and pulling herself up to press up against him like a cat in heat, making sure to give him the clearest view into her cleavage that was possible. He could feel her shudder as her soft flesh connected with his hard, muscular body through the fabric of their clothes. He gave her a smoldering look, lips curving in a seductive smile, gloved fingers tilting up her chin. "Very nice. I will keep you in mind." He easily slid his arm free from the now furiously blushing girl's grasp and walked on, the smile disappearing as soon as he turned away. Playing was fun, but he wouldn't come back for her. He could get naive little whores like her any day of the week. Tonight he was looking for something special.

 

He beckoned Talon to follow, preventing the man from glaring at the girl in the process, and walked towards the entrance hall and the front door. He needed to check on the doormen, and who knows, maybe something interesting would come walking in any second.

[b.lueeyes]

The car passed easily through the gates, a single flash of a very official looking invitation allowing the massive, wrought iron keeps to open. Alec leant against his brother, who reclined partly against the window, seemingly bored with the whole situation. The evergreen of Ezra's eyes so dark in the low light that it seemed almost black. Alec hummed quietly to himself, and smirked at the young businessman who swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing in a way that somehow gave Alec satisfaction. "This is the place then?"

 

"A-Ah, yes..." the other replied, and then seemed to realise something. "Ah...this is a masque, if that is alright; I will be sure to make this worth your while, but I had been intending to pick up two chi-ah, companions." He swallowed again, and Alec slid a hand over his brothers curved neck, smiling against his shoulder. "So...I have masks for you two...sor-"

 

The younger twin turned sharp eyes on him, dark and intense and entirely breathtaking as he reached out to take both masks, careful not to so much as brush the disgusting human's fingers. Why his brother had been so keen on this idea, he had none. He turned halfway and with a single finger lifted his brothers chin, their eyes meeting. Securing the mask, satin ribbon and all, around his brothers eyes; he held their gaze, which glittered almost ominously with suppressed amusement, and very well hidden intrique. The masks matched near to a T, the only difference in the thick, white chrome being that they were different geometric shapes in the Victorian piping. Slender fingers reaching up, Alec traced his own, and blinked slowly, too-long lashes brushing the edges of the mask's eyes. White had always suited his brother, Ezra knew so all too well, having succumed far too many times to the sight of his brother in his Court best....but now was not the time to think of such things.

 

Making quick work of his own mask, the other three occupants of the limo dressed themselves in their own, all remarkably different (were those...peacock feathers?) as they pulled up on the curb. His own mask was more geometric than the flowing of Alec's, but it suited him all the same. Alec reached up to stroke his cheek, in full eyes of the men in the vehicle, and gave him a small kiss, licking his lips as he pulled away. His message was clear. 'Let me have my fun, and I'll let you have yours.'

 

The mansion itself was...extravegant and highly expensive, particularly for humans. As such, Ezra felt a twinge of disappointment in the humans here tonight. Probably gluttons the lot of them... Alec's hand on his waist, sliding around to slip into his belt rung, pushed those thoughts from his mind as they followed the other men into the gala...

 

...what they stepped into could not be called a 'ball.' Unless a standard of a ball had gone down over the past hundred or so years...this was not a ball. This was an outpouring of total depravity, these humans were showing no shame in their doings. There were men and women, some elderly some...how young were those children? "Alec..."

 

"Ezra." the dark haired man replied quietly, with a low drawl to his voice as they met the top of the stairs. The taller slid an arm around the royal's shoulders, tugging him close a bit protectively, his shoulders falling back into a clear show of more dominance. Alec let out a stunning laugh and smirked. "Now...that's better." Ezra knew he shall have to deal with this...for now. Yet this place...was a prime place for those despicable creatures...