#d. xdinanx

[mcrningstarx]

closed starter for @xdinanx location: hakan's christmas rave note: blood on the chest leather pants ass bitch

Lucifer was actually pretty bored now. This party was full of the usual debauchery that came with a bunch of supernatural creatures all in one room. There were several demons around as well so he could only assume they were the ones initiating every sordid deed. Asmodeus was probably somewhere bent over a table. Mammon was probably grabbing a few items from unsuspecting individuals. Sathanas maybe starting a fight somewhere or getting someone else to do so. Abaddon was probably feasting on something. It could've been a person or an item. Lucifer was never truly positive if he could guess it correctly. Then there was Beelzebub. Ba'al was maybe...well, actually he was never sure what that one was up to, but he trusted that it was something useful. The point was that Lucifer had merely been talking about himself to anyone that would listen while they gawked at his beauty. It was all so exhausting. He wanted a little something more entertaining now that he had gotten his ego boosted for the night. Sure, he would get back to it later, but he would take a break for now. A finger lifted and he pointed to several different people.

"Not you." He pointed to a demon. "Definitely not you." He pointed towards a vampire. "Eh, not good enough." That was to the boring elf that had absolutely nothing interesting about them. Then he looked again and his gaze fell to another elf that had blood on his chest that was clearly not his own. Oh, this one would do perfectly for the night. Lucifer didn't bother to move. He simply focused his attention on the elf. There wasn't much distance between them which made this work much better. Lust was a sin he didn't particularly need to amp up in regards to how others viewed him so he didn't need to bother, but he still pointed his finger in the elf's direction. "You are a lovely little creature, my little elf," he muttered under his breath as he eyed the blood again. Yes, this one would do perfectly.

[wardercloud]

Cloud had never been the type to mince their words. Maybe they spoke too much of the truth sometimes, but the people that mattered usually never took it to heart. If anything, those people were probably too used to pessimism and bluntness from the shield. "I asked the question I wanted to answer. I don't exactly go around the point like other elves you may seem to know." Their hands lifted with a sigh. "All I know is that I'm really fucking hungry and these blood bags aren't going to cut it for much longer."

How long? The question was to be expected, given how Din'an gathered that what they were seemed rarer than he had anticipated. His mind slipped over the memories, searched for the moment that the archfiend had greeted him. Had offered him this gift that could never have been ignored. "Many years now, but is that what you really want to know?" His head canted to the side, gaze slipped over the other in a careful inspection, "Or do you want to know whether it gets easier? The hunger, that is."

[mcrningstarx]

Not many people drew Lucifer's attention. If anything, he was the one drawing other people's attention first. As he very well should have been. He had been made to be the most beautiful, to speak on the behalf of many. When he spoke, others gravitated towards him. Even the gods had thought him worthy enough to listen to once upon a time. They had been the ones to gift him the name of Morningstar. Bright. Beautiful. Every other compliment he could think of probably fit in there, too. Actually, it wasn't a probably. He deserved every compliment that could ever be given. There was no explanation for why he deserved it. He simply did.

So it was of no shock to him that this elf had decided to listen when he spoke. He'd done more than listen of course. He'd walked over to Lucifer as if the Archfiend wasn't the most dangerous person in this room. Good. As the elf wandered closer, he rounded the high-top table that he had been leaned against. "It's not a matter of what I am. It's a matter of who." His finger dropped to the other's chest that had collected blood from, he supposed, an unsuspecting victim. How unfortunate he had not been there to revel in the sight. "You've made a mess of yourself." That same finger that had rested against the elf's chest dragged through the blood and made its way to a plush bottom lip. "Maybe I'll introduce myself if you give me your name first."

There had been so very many stark differences from the realm that he had left, and this new one that he inhabited. Where once there had only been elves to feast upon, now he was offered a plate with so many delicacies. Each new species a new flavor upon his palate, a new feeling to experience as he let his fangs sink into their neck. Or their chest, or perhaps somewhere else that they begged him to bite into. How careless these creatures were, to offer themselves up to him as if he would not drain them of their blood. As if he would not bleed them out for his own amusement, just to watch them decompose as if they had never existed in the first place.

Blood was smeared from the corners of his mouth, along his neck until it had dried upon his chest. Perhaps he should have cleaned himself up, wiped away any evidence that displayed what he had done behind a closed door within the castle. Vampires lurked around every corner, filled the spaces within the crowd; he had watched the mortals throw themselves at the fanged creatures, begged to have themselves bitten into. Who was to argue that Din'an had not fed from that which had done the same? That had offered themselves over to him for a simple bite. He had always enjoyed a challenge, but who was he to deny a readily available meal?

It was yet again upon his mind, within his thoughts as the hunger persisted in the back of his throat. Always hungry, forever insatiable. His gaze lingered over the crowd, until an intriguing sight caught his attention. A creature, handsome as ever, had his gaze upon the elf. His finger pointed precisely in his direction. A brow peaked slowly, an amused expression caught upon his features. The hunger at the back of his throat seemed to grow steadily, though it seemed to beckon for something else, as well. Sweet words reached his ears, and the elf wasted little time as he slipped through the crowd, as he drew himself close. "And what might you be?"

[wardercloud]

Clear as day, it became obvious that this elf was just like them. Cloud hadn't been a sanguine elf for long, but they had been trying to grasp it as quickly as they could. That proved to be more difficult than they would have liked given the fact that they hadn't really run into anyone like them yet. Until now. They wondered how long this one had been like this. "Neither did I." The warder figured they would ask the question since it was the only thing in their head. "How long has it been for you?"

where. somewhere secret who. @wardercloud

It had been fleeting at first, the familiarity that came with being what he was. A simple touch upon his senses, while he had been out exploring what the city and its realm had to offer him. Upon the secrets walked any number of unique creatures, from the demigods to the aspects who boasted stories of their own. But it was none of them that had intrigued him quite like the creature that now stood before him, who itched at his senses in a far too familiar way. "I had almost expected not to find another like me."