Lilith:
Lilith steps into this quaint bar once again; Maz'goth needed to quench his thirst. She conjures her child. "Maz'Goth, join me and set down the severed heads neatly in the corner and have a seat."
Maz'Goth:
Maz'Goth was summoned by Lilth while he stood beside her. He placed the skulls in the corner, his crimson skin glistening in the dim light of the tavern. Afterward, he addressed her with a few words, saying, "Yes, Mistress..." He glanced at Ami, recalling her past actions. Anger still simmered within him over what she had done to him.
Blaze:
Lilith looks up and takes Maz'Goth's chin. "Look at me. You have savaged many in my name; time to sit and quench your thirst. Lilith looks for Blaze.
"Where is that Blaze?"
Maz'Goth:
He felt her hold his chin as he looked down at her, towering over her. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, longing for Blaze. "Blaze...?" he said when he saw a pink-haired man walk in. It was Blaze. He had just enjoyed a nice date with Basil but now found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.
Blaze:
"Who are you?" Blaze asked the woman, glancing at the towering demon beside her. "You again? Where the hell is Lucien?" he questioned coldly, aware that they weren't together. "By the way, my name’s Blaze," he added, realizing it would be rude not to share his name, even though she likely already knew it.
Lilith:
Lilith's eyes grin at the Blaze. "Ah! There you are! My child needs a drink; he's very thirsty and very sensitive." She sits MazGoth down next to her and caresses his face.
Her eyes back on Blaze, "Please, dear, blood in a large glass for him, any blood, he's a good drinker. I will have a smaller glass of virgin blood."
Lilith tilts her head. "Please join us..."
Blaze:
Blaze felt a bit put out by being ordered around, but he was the other bartender working there. "Alright, so you want blood, is it?" he asked, unsure about the blood part. "Let me grab the blood first, and then we'll see if I want to sit next to that... thing," he said before disappearing into the back.
Maz'Goth:
Maz'Goth looked directly at Blaze as he grunted, but when she calmed him, he obediently sat down at her command, keeping a watchful eye on Blaze. He felt a sense of tranquility from her gentle caress on his face, allowing him to focus more on his mistress than on Blaze.
Blaze returned with chalices filled with blood and set them down for both of them. Reluctantly, he joined them at the table and turned his attention to Lilith. "So, lady, what's your name? I might not have caught it before," he said calmly, his eyes fixed on her. He realized he knew very little about her, including the fact that she shared qualities with Maz'Goth and Lucien.
Lilith:
"Alright, dear. Don't worry about Maz'Goth; you can sit by me. He won't reach past his mother... He's very obedient."
Lilith shifts her attention to Maz'Goth, "Maz, you will be gifted all the blood tonight for the work you have done in my name. The villagers will think twice before they sacrifice women at the stake. I find that barbaric." She thinks, "Their entrails can be yours for decorations. Enjoy them..." she waggles her brows.
Blaze:
"I'll take your word for it," he said, sitting down next to Lilith. "Down, Boy..." he added in a mocking tone to Maz'Goth. He listened to her speak to Maz'Goth, feeling shivers run down his spine. Enthralls? he thought to himself as he glanced at the chalices filled with blood. He understood that getting on her bad side would be unwise.
Maz'Goth:
Maz'Goth was thrilled to learn that he would finally get all the blood he desired that night. “They will pay…” he said tersely, clenching his fist so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his palm. “Enthralls…” he continued, his excitement growing at the thought of using them as decorations back in Hell. A toothy grin spread across his face as he looked down at Lilith, even while seated.
Ami arrived at the bar, her gaze fixed on Blaze and the unfamiliar woman beside him. While she recognized Maz'Goth, she had no idea who the other woman was. As she took a seat in a chair, she lowered her bolter beside her and absently studied the stranger. Her own raven-colored hair flowed beneath her halo. "By the Emperor, who are you?" she asked, turning her attention to the woman. Then she looked at Blaze and added, "Recaf, please?"
You are on: Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » Thorne's Gothic Bar and Lounge (CLOSED)
Moderators: Mina, Keke, Cass, Claine, Sanne, Dragonfire, Ilmarinen