lead us to exile {darius}

It was astonishing to Darius just how many degenerates were crammed into one place on this night. Of course out of habit, he decided to be a bit ‘nosy’ and take a peek at the various souls around him for any potential clients. Most of them were corrupted by the persons own wants and desires, which was typical, while some were just downright tarnished from all manner of misdeeds and sins committed by their owners. Adultery, alcohol and drug abuse, violence, pride, lust, and the demons personal favorite…greed. Darius always found it amusing when he and his fellow hell spawn got such a bad rap for being evil sons a bitches, when the Earth was populated with vicious sacks of meat that were more than happy to tread over their fellow man to get what they wanted and start wars at the drop of a hat. Humans were disgusting, vile little creatures that only served one purpose; to serve the monsters, the true upper class citizens of this world. While the livestock lied about what they truly were, at least the red eyed demon had the decency to admit what he was and show it for all his glory. There were times when he needed to be discreet of course…like at the present moment. Ugh, thinking about it made him want to set the place on fire and trap the herd inside, then watch the skin melt from their bones before teleporting himself and Sol out and on to more…interesting activities.

Darius couldn’t help but smirk when Sol mentioned the girls sitting across the bar, and it widened a bit at the look the siren shot towards them before she leaned in to kiss him on the lips. A quiet growl sounded in his throat that would be lost in the noise of the club, but could surely be felt as the demons lips moved against hers. The temptress was making it more difficult for him to not carry out his previous train of thought as he leaned back and let out a soft chuckle. “Well surely they can’t be blamed for having impeccable taste, can they?” He reached over for his glass of top shelf scotch and sipped from it while listening to Sol talk about her activities. As he heard the ice cubes in the empty glass clink against each other, he set it down and flashed the bartender a quick, impassive gaze and tapped next to the glass to indicate he wanted another one. Once his eyes met Sol’s again they showed the same slight hint of fondness that his smile did as he was reminded of the other reason why he enjoyed her company; the siren had a great deal of pride in her work just like he did. Darius saw it as an important trait to have, and she was a stunning example of that. “Look at you, ever the career woman. It’s one of my favorite things about you, it really is.”

His expression then lights up when she asks about how business is going for him. His thoughts run over all his recent acquisitions and his features are taken over by a slightly greedy smile. “Oh yes, business has been positively booming. There’s always an abundance of hapless souls willing to step in line for a slice of the good life.” Darius winks at Sol and makes an amused noise at this statement, as it could be a cutthroat human businessman saying the same damn thing in this day and age and it wouldn’t sound abnormal at all. He finds his gaze running over Sol’s perfectly sculpted body once more, then he smoothly turns in his chair to glance at the man he saw her looking at just a moment ago before turning back to face her. He leans forward and talks quietly in her ear, lightly brushing lips past her earlobe. “Already planning dessert, are we?”

Sol could really be a tease when she wanted to…and being the sexual creature that she was Darius was not surprised by it in the slightest. So when she started to kiss him on various parts of his body, a playful smirk showed itself on his handsome face as she did so. If anyone else had been making such a gesture, he would have happily shoved them away and showed them his own ‘affections’ which would have been not so pleasant. However this was Sol, his companion in corruption. The demon was unable to feel such an emotion as love, but he could certainly appreciate a beautiful siren’s lips against his skin. When her hand started to go up his thigh, Darius shot her a look of mock surprise and raised his eyebrows, looking at her hand as it suddenly moved away.

He then returned his gaze to her face and smiled wickedly, a light chuckle escaping his lips at her comment. “Such a lovely sentiment, darling. Of course you know I would never interfere with your needs, so just say the word if you need to…partake in more desirable fare.” Darius moves to grab his drink and takes a slow sip, watching the bartender out of the corner of his eye as he refills Sol’s drink. He was handsome enough, and young enough but the look on his face showed that he was disappointed that he wasn’t enough for the beautiful creature in front of him. Oh this was too much, and Darius couldn’t resist the prospect of crushing another soul by showing the ape something he couldn’t have. After slowly setting his drink down, Darius turns back to Sol and looks into her eyes. His expression is one of utmost desire, and this wasn’t all just part of the game. He imagined the siren was well aware of this and knew what she could invoke inside of the demon.

Darius moves one of his feet to the bottom rung of her bar stool and pulls her even closer than she already was to him with no effort whatsoever. He then slowly leans in and kisses Sol softly underneath her ear, then starts to work his way down her neck and to the base of her shoulder. At the same time, Darius places his hand on her thigh and slowly moves his hand upwards toward the hem of her dress, lightly touching the fabric with his fingertips. After a short moment the bartender speaks up, his voice tinged with annoyance. “Hey, think you two can tone down the PDA a little? Or at least get a fuckin’ room.” This had been the moment the demon was waiting for and a quiet, wicked sounding laugh emerges from his curled lips which are still very close to Sol’s neck. The demon leans his head back and briefly gazes at Sol before pressing his lips sensually against hers in a very passionate kiss, moving his hand to touch her neck while keeping his other hand on her thigh.

Another short minute passes by and the bartender speaks up again, sounding even more agitated at being ignored. “Hey asshole, I’m talkin’ to you. Take it somewhere else, or I’ll make you.” Darius ends the kiss with a quiet moan and gives Sol a mischievous look he often wore when some fun was about to be had. The bartender spoke the magic words, and the poor bastard had no idea who the fuck he just called out. The demon tilts his head back slightly and laughs condescendingly, and then he turns fully around to face the bartender with a challenging glare. “Please, regale me with a story on how the fuck you plan on doing that, boy. I’m dying to hear it.”

Darius knew he could count on Sol to play along perfectly, and she didn’t disappoint in this instance. The demon had many different ‘allies’ in his time and more often than not, they had failed him or tried to screw him over then needed to be dealt with. After everything they had done together, he felt like Sol was the least likely to do that to him. Which he supposed was a comforting thought, considering that reliable support was oh so hard to find these days. As Sol slid off of his lap and issued her own warning to the bartender, Darius could have shivered with the delight he felt at her words. The bartender was absolutely shocked, no doubt not counting on such cruel words to come from such beautiful lips.

As the bartender continued to stare at Sol like she had just sprouted another head, Darius slowly rises from his seat and leans forward, placing both of his hands on the counter as he stares the man down. “So, is that a clear enough message for you? She isn’t interested in a pauper when she already has the fucking prince.” His trademark smirk appears on his features as his looks at the man the same way he would appraise a piece of trash. What Darius and Sol have said and the looks on their faces is enough to make the bartender take a step back while trying to keep his composure. It was becoming clear that this was more trouble than it was worth. “You…why don’t you two just leave and we’ll call it good, huh?”
 
At this point, the little exchange of words was grabbing the attention of the patrons around the bar and they looked at the scene with interest and apprehension, wondering what was going to happen next. Darius could see the many eyes on him and his sexy companion and it only fueled his devilish desires, because this demon sure did love an audience. He looks at the bartender for another moment in silence, before turning his head toward Sol and leaning close to her ear, gently touching her lower back with his hand. “So what do you think, my dear? Shall we tear this place apart, or do you wish to leave and find something a little more…exciting to do?” After he speaks he leans away from her and gazes into her eyes with a hint of fondness.

Darius was a take charge type of fellow, and Sol would of course know this about him. He preferred things to go his way or no way at all, so the act of him actually asking Sol what she wanted to do didn’t mean he was just a gentleman to his lady friend; It meant that he trusted her to make a worthwhile decision on the matter. To be quite honest, he could watch Sol be wicked and look amazing doing it all day. The bartender once again rudely interrupts his fucking thoughts with his disgusting voice, and Darius whips his head around to look at him as he speaks. “Seriously, just leave so it doesn’t have to get ugly.” Darius sneers while looking the baboon up and down, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “Just hold on, now…we’re deciding if we should disembowel you and everyone else in this godforsaken hellhole or not.” The bartender blinks and looks thoroughly frightened now, but for all the wrong reasons. He now assumes that Darius is a crazy bastard that is a few cards short of a full deck. How terribly wrong the poor fool really was.