Nisroc chopped up a piece of raw, unidentifiable flesh with a large, sharp cleaver with a bone handle. The night was about to start, and he wasn't willing to let it go to waste; he had spent, truly, an undeniable amount of effort getting this night going, and he wasn't going to let it all go to waste. Flicking a switch, strobe lights and loud music would begin to rock the torture chamber turned bar to the little demon's delight, before going to the drinks table. "Tonight eez about to bee-gin." Grabbing some hard liquor, and a bag of greenish powder, he smiled, knowing what tonight's events were about to bring. Finally, the name Nisroc would be the talk of Hell once more, as it brought the sinister, dark, and of course, good times, back into the increasingly boring Hell. He watched the door, expecting his guests to appear. The slight smell of blood would bring any rowdy demon into the fray, as this night was about to get loud, proud, and intense.

Lilianna could smell the blood, and like a moth to a flame, she was drawn to it. It was stirring a hunger inside her that she did what she needed to, to contain. With her lower lip bitten into, she'd make her way into the establishment, allowing her senses be combarded by the booming music, the flickering lights and that scent of blood that drew her in the first place. Slowly, she'd saunter towards the bar, eyeing the bartender with a playful smirk. She wasn't a demon, but perhaps the one of the few things that were a close relative of one. Seeing how she was one of the first few to enter, she was able to take a seat upon one of the bar stools. Leg was immediately crossed over the other, as she leaned into the counter for a moment, "Any specials?" She'd eye him with that smirk that was bitten back, as her emerald hues would flicker in the flickering light.

Thena didn't even know how she ended up in Hell. She was out on a run, trying to find more supplies since she's running dangerously low. For the past few weeks, Thena's been huddled in an abandoned building, boarded up and locked for her safety while she healed. Her run in with Lucifer really took a lot out of her. She was beaten to near death and despite the fact that it's been weeks, she's still in quite a bit of pain and just looked like shit. Like someone had used her as their personal punching bag. Her arms, littered with bruises. Her neck, also covered in bruises that covered the entire left side of her jaw. The swelling, however, was gone and now they just left the gross, bluish cream colored bruises. Her back hurt like hell because of the fact that her wing was broken, but hidden by the lovely magic that kept them that way. As she stepped into a house, somehow, she had fallen into Hell. What the fuck?! She's heard of random purgatory portals coming up and swallowing you in, but never Hell portals. Her heart race beat a mile a minute, and she was desperately dodging in and out of alleys and behind trees to avoid being seen by a demon who would absolutely LOVE to destroy her. She ducked into a building and turned around, only to find herself in the presence of a few demons and god knows what else. Freezing, the girl's eyes went wide and she nearly stopped breathing for a few minutes. The look of fear on her face is very obvious to the fact that she's terrified right now. Screaming within her head, she remained silent on the outside. Casually, she tried to walk out the door before anyone noticed. Maybe she'll be okay... Maybe.

Braedan caught word of the "little" get together as those employed by the Arch whispered amongst themselves while working away to build him his own little oasis in the torn up city on the Earthen plane. This was just the distraction he needed to let loose and blow off some steam.. And perhaps see if the party scene in Hell has actually improved over the centuries. His arrival back into Hell was prefaced with that signature boom before the familiar sight of the plume of black smoke barreled down the darkened street and over the tops of the demonic beings of Hell. Landing, he would walk out, non-chalantly brushing off that black-on-black suit of his before making his way through the door. Sure enough that wall of flashing lights and music hit him all at once, though it made him smile.

Braedan saw that flame of red hair flicker in the strobes, and right when he took a step towards Liliana, here came a girl backing right into him. An unusually warm hand would touch her shoulder, causing Athena to turn and be greeted by those midnight orbs. "Trust me, love... You don't want to go out there.." That silky voice would say, somehow even over the din of the music. Eyes would look her over as that sweet scent of hers was inhaled slowly. "Let me get you a drink, yes?" And though she might protest, that hand on her shoulder had a way of convincing... Walking up to the bar, he would let her go, eyeing Nisroc with a small smile. "Scotch. Neat, please.. And anything for this one." Brae would say, lifting his eyes to look at Lili with a small smirk.

Criss X's nose wrinkled at a lot more than blood in the air as he entered the event heard both far and wide by the pounding of music and bodies packed wall to wall. Unlike the purported majority present drawn by the stench of death and debauchery, he was admittedly attracted to one of those aspects far more than the other. As for which, however.. that remained to be seen. He was alone this time, no other weres present when he likely needed them most, and needed no greater reminder of where he'd found himself than the presence of crimson-skinned demons and beings that could not only smell fear but thrived off it. Criss, however, was decidedly neither human nor afraid but it wasn't long before he bumped shoulders with a woman who belonged here even less than he did. "You look lost. Want me to show you around?" he smirked, as unfamiliar with his surroundings as Thena was.

Thena was already scared enough to the fact that somehow, she ended up in Hell. How the heck is she supposed to get back to Earth?! And it seems she's got one hell of timing.. There's a fucking PARTY in Hell right now. The hand on her shoulder had her jumping with a gasp and meep under her breath. Her eyes glanced over at the man, blinking. Right now, she's so scared, she couldn't even find her own voice. Honestly, Thena wasn't sure if he's right or not. Inside, there's a bunch of demons and other creatures who could very likely rip her apart, but there's also masses of them outside, too. "B..but.." She went to speak, only to find someone else running right into her, just as Brae asked to get her a drink. She yipped out another squeal and jumped, only further running into Brae again, "Uhg, sorry.. Uh.." Fuck this is all so overwhelming! "Drink.. y.. yeah, okay." What could she do? She could deny the offer, but at the same time, he could be a demon! Thena doesn't have an instinct that tells her what people are. However, she does have the power of empathy. She can tell when someone's got ill thoughts but right now? She's in a room full of beasts and it's hard to figure out who's thinking what. She's not immune to his ability to persuade her into drinking with him. Turning towards Criss, she didn't want to tell him no, but at the same time, she did. Honestly, he seemed a lot less dangerous than the others around. But then again, everything is dangerous to Thena right now. "Uhm, you could.. Join us? If that's okay?" Her glance went between the two men. The look in her eyes, almost a desperate plea that Criss would join them. Or maybe she's just setting herself up to die tonight. That's more likely, too.

Martinez didn't like being labelled as one who played in Hell, it wasn't...she wasn't the cookie cutter demonic type. She promised. Sure, she used mortals as a food source and hunted sometimes if they wouldn't play along, but that... Oh, whatever, enough excuses, a party is a party, and that's enough to lure Bethany out from whatever abandoned factory she's nested in. Feathers and satin, lace trimmed baby blue slip her version of dressing up. Talons clacking before she willed some heels into existence, Beth's eyes reflected the light and bounced off a grin. Oooh, yes. The bar was alluring, as it always would be, but dancing. Pushing hair off her shoulders and diving into the dancing, laughing her way into eavesdropping on those who'd rather chat. Might as well catch up on the gossip, places faces with names and just...try not too think too hard about...well. Anything, really. Not even letting herself pay attention to the bodies pressing into her's, nor any wandering hands that'd come with. Nisroc grinned. "Ah-ha, guests!" With a glance toward Lilianna, he grabbed a dark red liquor bottle. "Well, of course, we've got a little bit of everything. Beelzebub's tears, which is a personal favorite of mine; distilled blood, mixed with raspberry Schnapps, aged. I like it with lime. Or perhaps, with a sprinkle of...this stuff." Pulling out the bag of green powder, he chuckled. "Word is, this stuff comes from the Tree of Life itself. Gets you higher than a kite. I've seen people go rabid off of this stuff." Looking toward X and Thena, his gaze lit up. "Fancy a drink? We've got every type of everything." He twirled his fingers, and in it appeared an airborne mote of what appeared to be scotch. Snagging a bottle, it would trickle down into the glass, as Nisroc corked it off. "We're only just starting the night. How's a glass sound? It's on the house."

Lilianna's back was towards the door, but she didn't need to turn around to know who had just stepped through it. Her attention was focused else where, taking in the sights that was offered to her. The place was loud, dark - the perfect setting. Slowly a smile tugged at her lips, as her attention finally shifted over towards a familiar face. "You're too kind." Lili stated, as if she had just met the well dressed male. "Where there's a party, there's Braedan Black." She'd add, her gaze drifting off for a momen, tilting her head slightly as she repositioned herself to face him. Her emerald hues would fall upon Thena, she could smell and feel the fear that was resonating from the woman, slowly shaking her head with a slight tisking sound. After a moment of watching the woman practically cower in fear, her attention shifted back towards Brae, with her lower lip bitten as she leaned in to speak. She didn't want to talk over the music, "I'm glad to see you back." Lilianna's nose would brush against Brae's ear, before she'd pull back, and shift her attention towards Thena once more. The vampiress smiled softly, over hearing her suggestion of having Criss accompanying Brae and Thena for a drink. "Oh yes, please, the more the merrier." She'd say, glancing to Brae with that smirk of hers. "Distilled blood would be just fine, please." Lili would say, shifting her attention towards Nisroc.

Braedan shook his head with an amused smile as he glanced at her shirt. She might as wear a sign that says "Available for Corruption, apply within" Oh, that thought.. Had a wash of warmth echo across the back of his neck as he ushered her towards the bar. Eyes would glance to Criss, almost enticing him as well to join them. "Oh yes, the more the merrier afterall." And soon Brae would lead his small group of lost souls to the bar where Nisroc did a fine job welcoming them. Hopefully the drinks will settle their nerves. In all honesty, she might have been lucky to run into Brae since he was never the kind to indulge right off the bat.. Let alone "rip her to shreds". Need to watch the suit, afterall. Lili's comment had him laughing as he was slid his drink, shrugging in her direction. "I do try, love.. I do try." Just as she would lean in, he would as well, turning his head to her with a softer smile. "You should know above anyone.. That I'm like a bad habit."

Criss X: Join them? Glancing at the other man for only the briefest of instances, in spite of a welcome reception the "no" was ready to drop from the flat line of his lips before Criss remembered that his priority lied with blending in. "Su-uure," he arched his brows in surprise, joining them but not making himself so comfortable as to steal a seat. It was from proximity that he paid mind to the design on Thena's attire, and he gave an appreciative nod of the head from where he stood. "Niiice. You've got a sense of humor," Chewing his cheeks as the host addressed him outright, the teen decided his best course of action was to play it cool. Looks like someone wasn't so fearless after all! There were perhaps infinite ways in which partaking in Hell's booze could go wrong, but Criss was seldom unable to scrape together a plan. "Beelzebub's tears," he recited, "Let's give that a try.. with lime." Yeah, he'd hold off of the mysterious green powder for now! Popping his fingers, his gaze seldom stayed on one subject for too long, and eventually landed on Bethany who was a notable exception.

Nisroc smiled at Lilianna, with a twinkle in his eye. "Of course. One moment." At that moment, he would go under the table, grab a steel plate, and a disembodied head. Yup, a head; that of a blond female, long hair, with an expression of terror on her face, as he grabbed the head by the hair, twirling his finger as blood dripped from below in a controlled stream and into a whiskey glass across the table, filling the glass. Putting the head back below the bar, he tapped the glass as it bubbled slightly, turning a more vibrant shade of red, then grabbing it and handing it to his patron. "I know my guests. They prefer it fresh." Nodding at X, he grabbed the head again, pulled another red liquid from the shelf behind him along with a lime, as it floated, slicing it with his bone cleaver into eighths, and mixing the two into a swirly red concoction, with a bit of black salt and a top of lime. Nisroc would then slide this down to the man, and turn his gaze to the rest of the party. He would set the bottle of Braedan's scotch next to him, in case the archdemon was interested in pouring a few more glasses of his own for his neighbors. His grin was devilish, with a hint of intent. "Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight's a rather interesting night indeed." He snapped his fingers, and the music turned up a bit louder. "It wouldn't be a festivity in Hell without a little bit of entertainment." He'd place the green powder, and start lining it up on some mirrors, placing a few down on the table. Of course, this wasn't all Nisroc planned. If it were all just liquor and dancing, it'd be a party no better than the surface. Oh, no, he had something more wild planned. He just wanted everyone to get ready for what was to come, first. He would continue mixing drinks as the liquid floated through the air, effortlessly using demonic magic to concoct various brews and cocktails.

Thena wouldn't have worn this shirt, had she known what was going to happen when she stepped foot outside, today. Could this day get any worse? It's literally all the girl had since all of her shit burned in the fire that Lucifer set after beating her. Following Brae, she made her way to the bar, looking back at Criss, who thankfully, joined them. Her eyes glanced over towards the redheaded woman. Did she just order blood? God damn it. The drink menu sounded like something out of a horror movie. Beelzebub tears? Uhg, she hoped that this shit was actually just creepy names for alcoholic beverages. Criss ordered his drink and Thena hesitated, "Uhm.." Thena doesn't drink hardly at all. The only time she's really drank was the time she found the pastor drunk and they all got stuck in the bar over night. And even after one beer, she'd gotten drunk. Good lord, she's in for a long night, "Something sweet I guess?" The comment on her shirt left her in slight confusion until she looked down. That look of horror returned to her face, "Shit.." She cursed under her own breath before looking back up, "Uh, thanks...?" Her arms began to wrap around herself for comfort. She wished she could just kinda... poof into her owl form and fly out of here. But that's hard to do when your wing's broken and shifting would really hurt at the moment. Her eyes found Nisroc, who used some sort of magic to mix the drinks. For fuck sake.. Could this get any more weird? The green powder was ignored for now. She leaned over to talk to Brae, pointing at the powder, "Do you know what that is?" She asked. If he didn't, she'd look at Criss and ask him the same question. Lilianna grinning, she'd tilt her head in Brae's direction, having her emerald hues search his face, "One that is very hard to break." She'd add in a soft murmur. That smile of hers only faded, shifting her attention to take note of Thena's attire, causing her to purse her lips for a brief moment. Interesting. It's one way to draw attention to yourself, if her frightened demeanor didn't. The sound of the plate making contact with the counter caught Lili's attention, and... what she had saw shouldn't have surprised her, but it did. "Oh my." She blurted out, her hand lifting to stifle her surprise, but that expression faultered as she found herself staring at the female head. It was in that moment, her confident demeanor waivered and she just stared. It seemed the Lili Brae knew before she came into her own was seeping through. Flashing a smile towards Nisroc, playing off her uneasiness, she'd nod. "..Thank you." brought the glass close, but hesitated in taking a sip. All she could picture was that poor woman's head. Closing her eyes, she shook her head for a moment, before finally taking a cautious sip. It was indeed fresh and not half bad. Green hues lifted towards Nisroc once more when he spoke to the crowd, before eyeing the green powder. Lili had the same question as Thena. What was it?

Conejita must have had a goddamn death wish, waltzing into demon central with neither fear nor concern. Caroline would have known better, but Connie? Connie could give a fuck less. Act like you belonged: and you belonged. "Just in time for the fun!" The human insisted, clapping the werewolf on the shoulder like they were old friends. Then again, out of all of these fuckers, he was definitely her best shot. Gesturing to the red faced demon behind the bar, Little Alice, freshly burped up from Wonderland still high on the good shit that Caterpillar (or was it a little birdy?) gave her, leaned over the counter with a charming smile. "Figured I'd ask the expert: if my intention is to forget at LEAST a decade of the shit going on out there, what would you suggest I drink, hm?" Gesturing to whatever it was he had just handed off to X like, maybe that?

Braedan held her eyes there as he always did as the smallest of smirks would be bitten, nodding a bit. Head would turn just in time to see that bottle be placed right in front of him. "Why thank you," He would say to the host, lifting his glass in the demon's direction. That voice of Thena's had him lean toward her with a small smile. "It's from the Tree of Life.. Or so the host says." Black eyes would twinkle a bit as he would take pleasure in her uncertainty of the situation. "Down here we tend to require drugs with a little more.. Bite to them." A moment would pass only to see Nisroc whip up that macabre drink for Lili, chuckling a bit as it was slid in front of her. "And I thought my drink of choice was flashy." Eyes would rise as the host would announce something about entertainment? Intriguing. Eyes would linger on the powder for a moment, and right when he considered it.. Something far more enticing wafted across his nose as blacks settled on Connie. Braedan would smile, calling over the music to her. "I think you should try the house special, love. It's Nisroc's signature, I think." Brae would say, eyeing the host with a bit of a smile. Oh yes, he could smell her mortality from here.. But shall he call all of them out? No. This was far too amusing, watching them all try to blend in. [e]

Martinez let herself get lost in the haze of bodies against her's before she popped out of the dancing to barely catch herself on the bar's edge, as if the momentum pushed her against it. A spin of an ankle while coming up on tiptoes on her other foot, harpy smiled as she just watched for a moment. Winking at any gazes that lingered her way, there wasn't a single ruffled feather to be found on Bethany as she considered ordering something. Ooh, powder. What's all this then? Climbing brows, a smirk, she's interested. But for now she'll keep her tongue from wagging with all the questions that itched it, instead fixing a slipping string of a dress strap back up her shoulder and flicking eyes over faces, lingering on were and his human friend with a bit of curiosity that more along the lines of a flicker of worry. Was this going to be trouble? Did Beth even know what trouble looked like anymore?

Nisroc flashed his bright, white teeth, spiky and sharp at Thena. "Of course, honey. One sweet one, coming up. Blood-free, methinks." He would grab some grayish liquor, and pour it into a shot glass, and then fill the drink with another type of black liquor, then garnishing it with little sugary yellow and red stars. It would look like an upside-down tornado, swirling toward the top, with the little bits held up in the drink. "Hennessy black, squished with Asmodean Onion, Minotaur's Spit. Not actually minotaur's spit, it's a type of sweet liquor. And of course, little maple candies for a finishing touch. Still plenty of alcohol, though. It's a favorite of Baal's." As the crowd began to question the powder, he smiled. "Of course none of you know what it is. I had to go to Hell and back to get it. Mind the pun. Not even Lucifer himself knows about this stuff. I call it Wizdom. Direct extract from the fruits of the tree of life, filtered and concocted in a little villa in purgatory.  The word is that this powder makes your entire body feel like electricity runs through it, and it feels great. Helps the demons get in touch with their feral side, and a mortal to get in touch with the sin that Adam and Eve streamlined down. Mixed with some stuff from Decarabia's psychedelic herbs stash, and psyche runoff from, uhh, the human brain, I think. It's the most potent thing I've ever seen, and a hell of a lot better than liquor. And other things. Makes you forget that there's even a war that's been going on for twenty years." Looking at Connie, another toothy grin would be flashed. "I can get you started with a mix of vodka, gin, rum, triple sec, curacao, and some sour mix. Mortals call it the Adios Motherfucker. It's a great way to start off the festivities." Nisroc knew there were mortals among the demons. Perhaps he would wait for them to all settle their nerves before he revealed the night's specialty. And it wasn't the drugs.

Criss X grinned as he received his drink in timely fashion, lifting it in thanks.. until his tanned skin paled as Nisroc whipped out a woman's head and drained it of its remaining essence. Dark eyes dropped to the counter as he turned from Lili to Braedan, from Bethany to Thena; was there not one among them there as equally unnerved by this sight? He surprised even himself with a bout of crazed laughter at the absurdity of it all; could he really have expected anything else in the depths of literal Hell? "Y-yeah, it's.. pretty clever," he reiterated to Thena because she was looking mighty uncomfortable all of a sudden.. which probably had a whole lot less to do with him personally than it did all the others present. In a room of demons, vampires, and creatures that stretched the limits of any human's imagination the were was relatively mundane! "He said-" his explanation was abruptly cut off by Connie's appearance, and the male was for the first instance the closest thing to "at ease". That wasn't to imply she was predicable-but she was more familiar where it counted, as he could depend on her not to pull any severed limbs out from under her now shorter dress. It looks like he wasn't the only one who noticed, and he went as far as to casually position himself between Braedan and Connie under the pretense of offering her a sip of his drink. He took one first as proof that nothing foul had transpired between now and the moment it was delivered in his hands, but did not swallow. "Here."

Conejita grinned as Nisroc made his recommendation. "Bueno!" the woman exclaimed, seeming to keep with the Adios theme of let's just pour all of these different alcohols into a single glass and see how long it takes for her clothes to fall off. Leveling Braedan's hungry gaze with twinkling amusement -- yes, of course she stuck out like a stinky sore thumb in hell -- Criss made his presence known there at her side, before she pulled up a barstool and sandwiched herself rather comfortably between him and Bethany. "Aww, sweetheart, don't look so concerned. Your face is far too pretty for worry lines." Cavalier as ever, Connie tilted her head and regarded Beth with a sort of subtle appreciation -- not for her looks, as suggested, but it seemed...Caroline, way down deep, saw something familiar in this harpy. Clinking her glass against the were's own, the human toasted the rest before downing hers (and a sip of his as a chaser). What? It would be discourteous to refuse the taste her friend had offered, right?

Thena blinked at Brae when he answered her question about the powder. Looking at it, she simply placed her hand in her lap and stared at it for a moment. Welp, she most certainly wont be trying that. Hell, the poor girl is so small, she would probably overdose by touching it. She can't even handle her liquor. Speaking of liquor, the bartender went on to making her a drink and she stared at it. Picking the glass up, she brought it to her lips, taking a sip. It wasn't bad but it's strong to her. Again, not really a big drinker. Coughing a bit, she set it back down for a second before picking it right back up and taking a sip. All after she saw the head of a woman, who's blood served the vampire next to Brae. 'I'm going to die tonight.' She thought to herself. Might as well make this shit easier on herself and drink. Setting her drink back down, her eyes glanced over towards the newcomers who joined the crowd. What she wouldn't give to be anything but a simple owl shifter right now.. Might as well be a damn human! "So uh... I hear there's a portal to Earth somewhere... Where might that be?" She asked for anyone who heard her. Subtle, Thena. Very subtle. Not like you don't already have a target on your back... But might as well ask while she can, right?

Lilianna smiled, her gaze lingering upon her drink as she occasionally swirled it within the glass, glancing to Brae. "Yeah." She'd state, letting out a faint laugh before taking another sip. The vampiress wanted to enjoy it, savor it. Not only because it was quite delicious, but she didn't want to see the female's head again. Heh, go figure. The explaination of the powder caused Lili to smirk to herself, hiding it behind the glass as she took another sip. Was she actually contemplating on trying it? It would seem though - however, she was curious. Leaning some what over the counter, she'd attempt to grab Nisroc's attention, "Call me curious, but what sort of an affect would it have on a vampire?" Lili asked, as she tucked her hand beneath her chin, propping her head upon the back of her fingers, eyeing the bartender curiously, while her other hand had it's finger slowly tracing around the rim.

Braedan in all honesty, wasn't looking to lose all of his wits. Still, it didn't stop him from taking a bit of the green powder and mixing it into his drink with a stir of the tiny black stirrer before taking a long sip. Eyes would turn to Nisroc as he would explain in detail the powder and the drinks he offered. All in all, Brae was impressed with the demon. A small sort of smile shadowed on his features as he mentioned the onion before he would turn to see a rather fiesty were position himself inbetween Brae and Connie. A light snort escaped as Criss puffed out his little chest. Tongue would run over incisors as they threatened to sharpen somewhat. Whether it was because of the drugs or that little display of Criss'.. Who knows. Thena's voice had him chuckle. "But the party has only begun, mon cheri." Looks like she wouldn't get an answer from him as he took another sip of his scotch. Braedan had to admit, that Wizdom as Nisroc called it, certainly was potent enough if Brae could already feel it's subtle tug on him. The arrival of Beth had those eyes lift in her direction, tilting his head as he shamelessly looked her over. As Lili would inquire about the drugs, Brae would stand, scooping up his drink and making his way over to the Harpy. He would stand on the opposite side of everyone else, leaning over to let that baritone voice curl around her ear. "You know you could have anyone here if you were hungry enough."

Criss X couldn't guess what the point of a party was if it wasn't to get shit-faced drunk, but then again, he wasn't holding himself to such expectations at the present, either. It wasn't just the fact that Connie took his offer-there was something notably off about her this evening, and he made it his secondary goal to find out just what. "Why? Leaving us already?" he teased Thena, feeling the mess of nerves out before (and IF) he intended on helping her at all. With his back turned he missed all but Braedan's laughter, but assuming this was the last of the stranger's attempts to speak to Connie, the reasoning behind his strategic adjustment would be forgotten soon enough. Idiot! You were supposed to be blending in! The look he gave his companion was undoubtedly significant as he went as far as to kick her stool; feisty indeed! No amount of boasting on Nisroc's part could convince him to try that which would dull his senses in what was already an incredibly vulnerable position he'd wormed his way in to.

Phaestus, the nefarious malefactor had risen from taciturn whereabouts on this evening to make an appearance to a particular gathering he'd heard talk of through what remained of the streets in the city. Dressed to impress in a casual fashion, he made a rather quiet entry into the establishment, making his best effort to attract as little attention as possible as he'd welcome himself to the bar, which seemed more crowded than any other spot within the room; making himself comfortable in a chair directly besides Thena. Dark gaze drifted about the faces which surrounded the bar with him, hardly offering any form of greeting except a faint bow of his head - except for Thena, who's appearance managed to bring a soft albeit eerie half-smile into the corner of his lips.

Thena sighed under her breath in a huff. Brae didn't want to give her directions to the portal, and Criss seemed to give her the same kind of reaction. Uhg, why is this hard? He huffed and set her elbows directly on the bar top, perching her chin up on her hands, staring at her drink. After a few moments, she took another sip. Welp. If she's gonna be forced to stay here... It wasn't until Phae decided to sit next to her, that it took her out of her own thoughts. She could practically feel his eyes on her. Slowly, she turned to look at him, placing her drink down. Well, this is weird, "Uh..." She hesitated, looking around. Maybe he's not looking at her? No.. He's definitely staring at her.. "Hello..." Could her nervousness be any more obvious?

Conejita laughed out loud as Criss kicked her stool hard enough to teeter totter her featherweight. Infinitely amused at most everything, even being told to STFU in such a physical manner, Connie grinned over her shoulder at X with a confoundingly confident expression that he could be sure he'd never seen from her before this night. What the hell had gotten into this girl?! Or...gone out of her? "I'm not sure that drink was strong enough to be called an adios, Nisroc--" she had picked up his name from Braedan's earlier suggestion, thank you, "--maybe an hasta luego, motherfucker." Hah! Spanish jokes. "One more?" Bad decision in a glass? Yeeeeeep.

Nisroc would lean in to face Lilianna, giving a softer, more shifty voice as he raised his eyebrows. "Well, I've never seen a vampire try it. But I would imagine it would be like Vlad Tepes walking into a Red Cross stash on Christmas morning." He chuckled at his own humor, and smiled. Those who would ingest the green powder would begin to feel a burst of energy almost immediately, sharp, and wild, increasing their perception and their senses, with a little bit of desire to be more, well, physical. As Thena mentioned a portal to Earth, Nisroc would only laugh. "You must have come in through the portal between the two worlds if you're already here, missy. Just retrace your steps and try not to get eaten." Arduous laughter would come from the red-faced devil, as he continued pouring drinks. He looked toward the wall, and muttered, as growls began to come from the stone wall behind them. "Careful now, boy. If you're any louder you'll spoil the surprise." He hit the wall. The growling would then immediately stop. If the head wasn't already alarming, anyone with hearing capable enough to hear the low growls might catch on that there was something a little weird behind that wall. Turning his gaze to Phaestus, his Nisroc smile came out again as he leaned elbows in to the incoming patron. "Well hello there, handsome. Fancy tonight's special? Or are you looking for something a little more standard?" He began working on the brew, his eyes toward Braedan. The wall behind Nisroc began to creak. "Shut up, you. It's almost time. Not yet," he would whisper. He shuffled behind and traced his steps, looking at the others in the bar, before pouring Connie another of the ame drink, sprinkling it with a dash of cayenne, pouring the glass a little taller. "Well, I'm assuming a good chunk of you have slipped into drunkenness. Perhaps you've prepared yourselves to cheer on the main event for tonight?"

Martinez tipped a smile at Connie's glance and let herself continue to watch the show as everyone reacted to the act that was a demon playing with ingredients. Drinks or powder, Nisroc seemed to have a way with both, from the way they went on listing ingredients. A raised brow to Criss as she found a seat, leaning forward to watch his shock. "You do know where we are, yea?" Like, was it a surprise to see a head, really? That's like being shocked at a bong in a dorm room or mirrored ceilings in cheap motels. Pretty commonplace, actually. Approached by Braedan and surprised by it, Bethany mostly hid it in a smile and turn of body toward's his, making themselves their own little bubble so she could whisper back. "I am hungry enough, but I've got spoiled tastebuds. Not just anyone would do." A smirk to match the hushed tones hints, harpy's gaze barely moved off him as another joined the fray, and distracted poor Thena from escaping. "Any idea about this main event?" She'd considered asking for a recommendation at first, but those growls pulled her away from those dark eyes, reminded her there was a full house tonight. Even if by now she'd lost heels, a single foot sliding over Brae's leg as if she didn't even think twice about teasing right back, chin in palm and the most amused attempt at innocence on those birdy features.

Criss X didn't at all recognize the man that situated himself beside Thena and donned a creepy stare, quirking his brows and swirling the near full glass in his hands. Nope, still didn't trust it. But Connie.. she was a different story. Between her devil-may-care attitude and the pounding behind the back wall, the were was equally aware of the sweat that beaded at the scruff of his neck as he was of their present location. "Not a clue, chica," he spoke facetiously to Bethany, planning never to come back here again. The look of alarm on his face was quite humorous as his "friend" went ahead and ordered a second glass and he felt more and more inclined to throw his. "No hints?" he pressed Nisroc in regards to the so-called surprise, his foot growing more and more persistent as it knocked against Connie's chair.

Lilianna would glance towards Brae when he took his drink and moved else where, knowing someone, or something drew his attention. Lowering her gaze towards her glass, before lifting it towards Nisroc as he answered her. She couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, but couldn't bring herself to try it. There were just... too many unknowns for her. "Interesting." She'd whisper, but her voice trailed off when she heard the commotion hidden behind the wall. This intrigued her, but also concerned her. Eyes were narrowed and focused on Nisroc for a moment longer, before finally sitting back into her stool. Glass was picked up, and she took her final sip, before sliding her glass away from her, signaling she was done. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she'd let her gaze shift towards the rest of the guests, seeing everyone mingling with one another... Maybe she should get another glass. Reaching for the glass she had slid away, she gave it a gentle tap, "Can I have another?"

Conejita went from amused to annoyed as Criss's tap-tap-tapping at the seat of her stool persisted. He was obviously trying to signal her, but considering she was halfway into her second drink, what normal would have been apparent to the sharp-as-a-tack brunette went waaaaaay over her head tonight. Adios, indeed, motherfuckers. But rather than turn towards the coyote with her usual, testy sort of contempt for his company, she regarded him instead with an almost frightening...flirtation? "If you want a taste of mine too, you could just ask," Connie insisted, gesturing to X with a single come hither finger as she licked the stray sprinkling of cayenne off the rim of her glass before offering it to him. And what was this main event everyone was going on and on about? She didn't know she had shown up for drinks and a show! Should she clap now? Cheer? A little premature, but surely Nisroc would appreciate her inebriated enthusiasm.

Phaestus would frequently shift about his seat, maintaining his right shoulder as low as he could bring it without causing himself any sort of strain, hopeful the deformity wouldn't attract too many locking stares. His own gaze drifted from Thena for a moment as Nisroc's words fell upon his ears, that eerie smile growing and coming to part to reply, "I'd like to start the night off with a hot blooded, if yah'd be so kind." Facade and body carried kind and pleasant aspects to them - perhaps too kind for an apocalyptic surviving-fiend to have about him - there was certainly something unhinged hiding behind that welcoming and charming smile. Focus returned to Thena with the same warm smile planted within his mouth, confidently pressing on to the woman with his response to her greeting, "And good evenin' to you, too." Arms extended forward to lean into the counter, still holding that deformed right shoulder as low as he possibly could; crossing over each other to easily support his leaning mass, his fingers laying out at his elbows. "I take it you've never been to a party?" He continued on, a curious tilt of his head chasing his questioning words.

Braedan didn't lift his gaze as Beth turned to face him, closing them off to the rest of the bar it would seem as she whispered back to him. A slow smirk would make it's way across features as those eyes fell to lips. "Refined tastes... A woman after my own affections." Strategically selected words, of course as he would take another sip of his scotch. Even though he could hear that curious growling, he didn't lift his attention to it. At least not yet. Those eyes were still taking her in, not so much in a distasteful way, no.. Perhaps out of intrigue since she was the first of her kind that he has seen in a place like this. Her question had him glancing at the wall once. And though lips parted to answer, that bit of tease had him smirk a bit as he would shake his head. "Sometimes mystery adds to the experience." Dark orbs would linger another moment onto her before breaking away to listen to the host now only to see Lili order another drink. Well, now…


Torment it was easy to slide around this place; fancy little things as her hand worked the severed finger across sharp teeth. Eyes gleaming against the din of the secreted away bar. Tongue slipping out slowly in the most predatory of mannerisms, allowing the corner of her mouth to curl up in a small smile. A smile could have held really anything at that point - hers, however, was just pegged as sinister, conniving and sensual. Sticking the rest of the digit into her mouth, chewing the flesh left over into her craw before. Whatever may have happened to the rest of the body may have been as well a mystery as nostrils flared in a feral mannerism that may have been. What kind of shindig was this? the old ladies knitting club? It oozed with boredom as people pretty much shook hands and were singing kumbayah around some invisible camp fire. The creature slide herself into an empty table, a few paces behind the bar region and cluster of live bodies. Scoping them outh much like a hunter, Teeth grinding the bones around in her mouth, sucking on them like a bunch of ice cubes. Before lips proffered them right with the least of best intentions. Fingers plucking them out, tendons still there scarcely holding it all together.

Nisroc smiled at Lilianna. "Why, certainly mademoiselle." He grabbed the head again, squeezing a little bit more blood out of it into a cup before passing it back. He grunted. "I might be running low on supplies. At least, for now." He looked to the back of the wall, as the patrons began to ask Nisroc about the main event. "Well, I've been giving drinks for free. I think that's part of the fun, because anything free is good. But what I have in store is a bit more, er, shocking. Artistic, mind you." He would pull a lever behind him, and a chain would move around, with a grunt coming from behind the wall, still low enough that only demons could hear. "Once we've gotten ourselves all of our drinks, then I'll begin the spectacle." Looking at Phaestus, he smiled. "One Hot Blooded, coming right up." He pulled an orange and a jalapeno, with some cinnamon whiskey and agave, slicing the orange into eighths as a dark red color was on the inside. Mixing it together, he would garnish the whiskey with the orange and leave a Jalapeno slice on the top, a habanero weighing itself at the bottom of the glass as it came from the mote of liquid in the air, passing the dark red drink to the charming demon. "A personal favorite of mine. I've always enjoyed the kick, myself." He then turned his gaze to Torment, his smile lighting up at the mangled creature. "Well, helloooo there beautiful. Stunning one, you are! You've made it right before the big show, too. Complements from the chef. Care for a Wolpertinger Screamer?" he said, mixing some more blood and some of the green powder, and what appeared to be gasoline and vodka, plucking a bright blue eyeball from the head below, with two Bobcat femur bones sticking out, offering it as a drink. "Without further ado, the display shall begin!" The chain behind began cranking again, and the groans grew louder. A thud on the ceiling was heard. Something very sinister was about to happen.

Thena stared at Nisroc. Retrace her steps? Perfect. This place is like a maze. It's going to take her all night to figure out how to get back. Most of the time, she was trying to dodge and run from demons. Fuck, if only she could shift! This wouldn't be a problem, "Great." She huffed sarcastically. Not getting eaten is easier said than done when you're a virgin in Hell. The arrival of Phae threw her off a bit. Especially with the uneasy feeling she got from not only his staring, but him as a whole. A pretty face in this city is dangerous it seems. And why is it that all of these fucking demons and creatures that want to kill her or corrupt her have to be so pretty?! Bringing that cup to her lips, his question rang through her ears. "Not one in Hell.." Has she actually been to parties? No. She was born into the apocalyptic world and she's heard that the 'parties' she hears about now usually end in blood shed and unwanted drama. But this party is one she didn't expect to be at, at all... Finally, she looked at him straight rather than out of the corner of her eye, "I kinda.. Fell through a portal and don't remember how to get back to it.. So.. I'm not even supposed to be here." Why the fuck is she telling him this? Maybe the alcohol is already getting to her. Shit. "One sec," She pushed her bar stool out and hopped down, immediately regretting it and damn near fell over, had it not been for the bar she grabbed onto. Abort mission. She positioned herself back on the bar stool again and sighed. She was going to leave but uh... The alcohol in her system wasn't going to allow that right now.

Criss X: Can you believe that there'd be one iteration of Criss in some universe that'd derive discomfort from her uninhibited suggestions and outright flirtation? "What, right here?" His palm met the cool condensation of the glass as he took it but did not-could not-bring himself to drink. "Thanks," he smirked, trying to make humor out of stealing her drink instead of starting a scene; indeed, beneath his smug look annoyance was but scarcely obscured in the gritting of teeth and continued nudging of her seat and could at any instance manifest in only the worst of ways. The clink of Nisroc's personal favorite on the counter made him immediately regret indulging his curiosity as the eye freshly torn out its socket bobbed in its liquid like an apple. He wasn't like them, but he had to try.. he wasn't like them, but he definitely, absolutely, at all costs had to try.

Martinez hummed an affirmative at his smirk about her tastes and watching Brae take a sip reminded her she never got around to ordering a drink of her own. Nah, wasn't worth it now. Seemed barkeep was busy keeping the show going, and Bethany was fine with that. No, easier to just reach out, hand over his and giving him a smile as if asking if she could steal a sip of his scotch when Braedan shook his head before going on to answer her second question. "I'm fond of surprises, this is true. Been a bit since I've had any fun." Said in an apologetic tone as if confessing a grevious error in judgement, Bethany did feel truly regretful in not seeking out a little more excitement. Remind her again why she didn't come out to play? Tip of chin to move her eyes off him, Beth scoped out the rumbling of the oncoming event and the reactions it was bringing. As well as lightweights who couldn't step away from the bar. Oh, poor dears.

Braedan did indeed hand over his scotch to her since she seemed to be without. "I hope you are thirsty." Brae would say, summoning the bottle to slide on down the bar, knocking a few glasses not over but out of the way in it's path to Brae's grip as he offered to refill it for her. Brow would knit together at her admission. "That is quite tragic. Nothing that a night like this can't change, I assure you." It would be then that Brae felt that swell of energy surge through the room. Ones of fear, excitement, even hunger as Nisroc pulled that chain and caused unseen anguish to occur behind that wall. At least, that is what Brae could only assume what was happening. It was all so delicious to take in, that swirl of chaotic emotion, something that only made those fangs want to appear even more. But Brae had a very high level of control, and for now, he merely took in the sights of the show that was about to unfold before his very expectant eyes.

Conejita seemed to have no qualms about playing the same game Criss was, just far less subtly. As the were continued to kick the human's chair, she sought to pay him back with overt grab for his...?! Given that the coyote was manspreading on that barstool, she snatched at the space between his legs where the wooden seat peeked through. Gripping there and linking that once dancer's leg (leanly muscled and unwittingly strong despite the fact that they were no longer used for that purpose), she yanked his stool -- and him with it, given that he'd prefer to just go along with the ride rather than land on his ass -- up against her with the smallest, and most smug smirk she could muster. "Teach you to steal my drink, sticky fingers," the hunter insisted to the thief, snatching it back now that he was so close and draining the rest before turning her attention back towards the lurching and groaning of...whatever the hell this main event was.

Nisroc laughed. "Without further ado, the sacrifice!" Oh, shit. A sacrifice. Everyone here would now realize exactly why this was Hell and not a downtown bar in New York somewhere: a second pull came. With that, the ceiling opened like a trapdoor. What was seen was a terrible sight. A young, dark-haired, olive-skinned man would fall from the ceiling. His chest and head were stuck with nails and darts, and everything above his torso would stop seven or eight feet short of the ground, held up by meathooks attached to chains. His complexion was going green, and his eyes had gone white, with his eyes holding literally no color. His teeth were rotten, and of course, his waist and below just happened to be on another set of meathooks, with a fire axe sticking out of it. But that wasn't the worst part of it. The upper body, and lower body, despite being disconnected, were flailing. The man should be dead, yet he was screaming in a way that was not human. Blood dripped from his eyes and mouth. "Behold, the undying curse of man! A man afflicted with a disease so great, no amount of torture or violence can seemingly kill him! So tonight, we're going to try!" Nisroc would shout, as the meat-man continued to flail in the center of the room, held together rather poorly, as it seemed to scream, trying to attack and reach others, like some sort of zombie. But he wasn't a zombie. He was clearly, somehow, alive, being kept afloat by some sort of odd curse or virus, perhaps. The patrons would be reminded that no matter how calm it may ever seem in Hell, not a damn thing was going to be remotely, humanly normal. Nisroc snapped his fingers, and gasoline began to trickle down the chains. "Might want to get a little high on that powder, folks. It'll keep you thorough through all of this." He snapped his fingers, and the chains would ignite, igniting the man as he began to flail more. " He was clearly in a hellish amount of pain. This was horror at its finest. The victim would let loose more inhuman, demonic screams, twisting his body in unnatural ways, foaming blood at the mouth, and his pupils spinning through the back of his head. Whatever monstrous affliction plagued this man, it was probably clear that the devil would smile at the punishment of this sinner. "We found this one crawl into Hell, with a sort of plague that made him crazy, invulnerable, and was clearly in a lot of pain. I amplified it. I am also, besides a bartender and chef, an artist! And this, here, is one of my live pieces. I call it the 'Enfermedad con sufrimiento'. He smiled and began to look toward the party, as the man continued to suffer more. "It's also interactive. I invite you to torture this man as you see fit. With that aside, would anyone care...for some scotch?

Lilianna flashed Nisroc a small smile, but adverted her eyes else where when the head placed back into view. She tried to hide her discomfort, by quitely clearing her throat and repositioning herself upon that stool she was sitting on. "Thank you." Lili would say, Nisroc a side glance when the glass was handed to her, but even before she could take a sip, she was startled by something... someone falling from the ceiling. Her eyes widened, as she let out a gasp, her hand quickly lifting to stifle it. The sight was so vulgar, so frightening to the poor vampire, she found herself standing from her stool, visibly distrubed by the sight. The fact that the man was alive? How? Quickly, she'd look to Nisroc, then towards Brae with a 'What the fuck' look, but it didn't last long. The screams that came from this.. being only caused Lili to quickly turn her head and attention away, with her mouth being covered by the back of her hand. It seemed this party was becoming too much for the vampires. How could someone put someone else in so much pain? This was not what she was expecting, but honestly.. she didn't know what to have expected. This was hell after all.

Phaestus's smile broadened as Nisroc delivered his beverage, flashing those fine pearly whites his mouth harbored in his direction as he extended his left hand out, just ever-so-slightly, to collect the whiskey cocktail he'd delivered. "You have good tastes, my friend," he'd retort, lifting his glass to the crowd's crimson bartender with his thanks for the drink, taking an impressive beginning sip from the glass before glancing over his shoulder to notice the arrival of Torment, his predatory eyes naturally exploring her entire figure before he'd manage to collect his focus and return it to Thena once more, a single eyebrow rising with a curious amusement to her stumbling before he'd set his glass down before him, still holding a faint smile to those lips of his. "Ah, so you've never been to a real party, then." Phaestus proceeded to then push his weight against his own seat, forcing him to rise to his two feet, closing in on the intoxicated Thena within just a moment, one arm daring to reach around her upper waist while the other remained out before her. "If you're looking for the exit, let me help you." Open hand made itself noticeable in front of the woman, offering it as a means of support if she was comfortable enough to take hold of it. If she'd accept his fake act of a courteous offer, he'd guide her to the exit, practically carrying her away in his hold. "If you travel south for about 20-something miles and then venture left, you should be able to find the portal you seek..." He paused, releasing Thena by the exit doors. "..Though, I do hope you stay 'round a while." That same warm smile flashed itself to the woman once more before he'd offer her one final confident bow of his head then proceed to return to the crowd at the bar for the rising event.

Criss X didn't appreciate having his mischief thwarted so easily.. or having her hand fly so close to his junk. With one leg tangled in the rungs of the chair and the other perched upon her own, he was in no position to push back when even the slightest exaggeration of force could land him on the floor or in another partygoer's lap. Well, now that they were close and anything but at ease he found himself not only facing the loss of his leverage.. but an absolute absence of words as Nisroc unveiled that which he'd so patiently withheld from his audience. The details of the curse went in one ear and out the other, drowned out by the agonized howls of he who was subjected to a pain the were could scarcely imagine.. and never wanted to bear witness to. The sight of a disembodied head and its torn out eyes served to warm him up to the idea as to what he was about to do next, and the teen would cross the room in a matter of seconds to free the axe and with a decapitating blow attempt to end his suffering once and for all. Swift. Purposeful. Probably not successful.

Conejita felt every bit of her courage, liquid and otherwise, go right out the window the minute that body dropped down and swung like Miley Cyrus on that Wrecking Ball music video. Yep, just as traumatic, for sure. Caroline would have cried out, but Connie choked that shit down, way down, like the bile that bubbled up in the back of her throat. There and gone and then there again, the hunter ducked, grabbing at the hem of the coyote's shirt as he swung the axe over her head and lopped off someone else's! She didn't look, she didn't dare, she had already seen one head too many in all of this, and nothing sobered you up like decapitation in the name of Nisroc's artform and X's notion of prompt mercy.

Thena looked at Phae curiously. A real party? This is what a party is? Shit, then the girl never wants to come to another one. And just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, a fucking sacrifice?! What is this shit?! Her eyes widened, watching as the body descended on the meat hooks. His screams, only shoving memories into her head that she hopes she could someday forget. Looking at her drink again, there's almost a voice in her head telling her to finish it. Maybe if she did, she would black out and forget about what she'd just saw. Grabbing her drink, she downed the rest of it, making a facing from the strong taste of alcohol that lingered towards the bottom of the glass. She had gotten up and wanted to head for the door, but then Phae was quick to offer his assistance. It actually took her by surprise and she stared at him. Taking his hand, she squealed a bit when he picked her up. Fuck, that made her head hurt. But in a way, she's thankful. Now to get out of Hell without someone killing her. Or something. She smiled back to him and looked out the door, "Uh.." She sighed, "I don't think it's a good idea for me to stick around.. But uh.. If you're ever on earth.. I'm usually in the black market place.." Thena coughed, "That is, if I live getting back home." Being drunk and trying to navigate your way what feels like a maze? Yeah. Good luck. She may have to curl up and take refuge in a hole somewhere. But with that, she took her leave.

Torment was a rather busty lady, lanky curves that were more benefitted for the brothels even tho her actions was anything but lurid. Teeth biting mauve lips with a little bit of amusement, taking up the drink from the rather flamboyant chef; tilting her head at the concoction in her hand that fizzed and hissed. Tongue coiling right out of her mouth with such delight. " Oh cher, you are so nice" Crooning exotic voice with ember eyes sliding to watch the human meep and stutter with alcoholic delights coursing through her veins. Sipping at the beverage like a champ, eating up the neon blue eye without any provocation that it disgusted her. Nothing disgusted Thalia though surely the poor little Thena would have been nauseated simply by watching her jump at the chance of consuming an eye. Giving her such a damnable stare before watching the show with a coo, setting down her drink with bones clitter clattering with a clapping and laughter. " Beautiful" Was she the only one taking such greatness, as the body writhed and screams oozed right out with a jingle of chains. fingers tuttling together, it had seemed she was really the only monster who didn't give such a damn about the condition of the body. This was a party for demons after all and those faint of stomach and heart need not apply, not even looking as Thena left with a cough and attempt at striking a friendship, maybe even a little annoyed by the femmine squealing. As one of the other monsters accompanying a hunter? attempted to mete out sympathetic justice on the form. Pouting just a little bit " Looks like it didn't work" alloing the questionable man helpin the gal to jus keep lookin.

Martinez angled herself so she could enjoy the scotch and his voice, as well as the show that dropped down. Oooh, wasn't this just lovely! For all her attempts to play Swiss and be unbiased, the pain radiating off the hooked man was delicious enough to tip her moral scales. Another sip of scotch, she leaned into Braedan's space to grin up at him. "Oh, you weren't kidding!" Propping herself forward to let glee show as she ate up the sight of Criss going in for the axe, hand to mouth as if that was enough to smother the amusement. "Come on, don't ruin it so soon!" Another burst of laughter, harpy ate it up either way, didn't lift a finger to stop the mess from getting worse, tongue between teeth as she grinned more and more. Beth wasn't regretting a minute of this, finding herself unable to keep down how it thrilled her to watch other's find fear and disgust in this performance. "Talented, you are." She'd gush to Nisroc, simple but honest. Well, her opinion.

Braedan would watch as quite suddenly the human fell from the ceiling. Now, normally Brae would most likely gather his drink and keep it far away from the spectacle. Instead, that drug-infused morbid curiousity kept his focus on what Nisroc was doing and saying.. For a moment, those blacks locked onto the pale, pale eyes of the human, silencing his screams in that second. That was, until Nisroc ignited the chains and tore the human's attention from Brae. "Interesting." He would mumble to himself, watching that skin bubble and pop under the flames. Eyes would look over the bar to Lili who was, understandably, not feeling the vibe so much anymore. Rather than walk over and see if she was alright, the smallest of amused smiles graced his features. Seems as though what he was drinking was certainly calling forth that darker side of him as he stared endlessly at those flames that reflected in black eyes. Braedan breathed in the pain of the human, hypnotised a bit at the torture. If one looked at him, the beginnings of crimson irises would start to glow in the black space of those orbs until quite suddenly it would be blinked away with Criss' attempt at saving the being from anguish. Though, Beth's heckle pulled another smile from Brae, bringing him out of the haze a bit. "What a merciful bunch we have here..." He would snicker, leaning over to take a sip of his scotch through stirrer as Beth held it. Head would lift as he would smirk, winking before turning his attention back at the show.

Phaestus returned to the very same seat he'd originally helped himself to and departed for Thena's assistance, his grin now sporting a confident and proud appearance to it. Gaze drifted to Thalia as he passed her by, muttering towards her in response with overconfidence pouring off his tongue, "Oh, it worked," before bouncing to the descended tortured specimen with little delight flaring within those nearly-black orbs; it may have been odd that he showed no sort of heavy emotion in response to the mortal's appearance - by his relaxed body language and eager eyes, it almost seemed like this were the sort of circumstance Hephaestus was more than used to. For the time being, he'd simply sit and observe, interested in the other patrons' reactions to the delivered meat bag that was offered up as the public's plaything.

Nisroc smiled. "Ah, I love the touch!" Nisroc would tout with glee, as Criss would decapitate the body. The head would scream even more, while it was in flames. Suddenly, boils would begin to form on the head, swelling up, its teeth falling, its eyes shaking and melting, the hair falling out, and the head began to inflate...exploding all over the room, all over anyone near it. Nisroc began to clap with glee. "Such wonder! It's amazing! They'll talk all about Nisroc the Incredible on the morrow once they hear about tonight." Criss' attempt to kill the man most likely ended his suffering; but in the demon's eyes, it merely improved the display. The torso and legs of the man became slightly greener, and still continued to flail, the neck from the torso oozing blood. "Seems our once-low supply is now back up." Nisroc would pull out a large, glass bin, and snap his fingers, the blood from the neck spiraling into the container, perhaps filling it up about halfway. Looking toward Beth, Nisroc smiled. "Why, thank you! I did put my heart into this piece. Personally, I think it's amazing. The stage is set, and the fear in this room is fiery indeed. And look, it's getting even more intense!" The torso was now grabbing at its disembodied legs, attempting to grab at where the axe was removed. One could still hear the screaming, almost, as if the soul of the deceased was still clamoring at the world, begging for at least a little bit of mercy. The mixed reactions of the room, filled with both awe and terror, amused Nisroc. Chuckling, Nisroc looked at Braedan, spoke, "Haha, how is this guy still alive? It's crazy." Nisroc would snort a line of powder off of one of the mirrors, and his eyes would widen. "I want to tear at him, almost! Just claw at his chest and open his heart like a box. What wonder, what amazement! Ahahaha! Hoo, wahahah!" Nisroc was clearly crazed. The room was filled with psychopaths; this much was now evident. The torso and legs were now spinning around, back and forth, as if it was a ballerina, doing pirouettes, airborne, and in a fashionable style. Nisroc shrugged, breaking a bottle of empty alcohol and pinning it right in the side of the torso, the bottle digging an inch deep into the flesh, sticking out. He jumped up and down with a childlike glee, giggling and clapping. "My goodness, this is incredible! Why won't he die?!" The torso just continued to spasm. "I wonder if there are more test subjects like this avant-garde piece." Turning his attention back to Torment, he raised a brow. "I've got another eyeball if you'd like me to pour you another cold one.”

Criss X's regret was both vast and infinite having severely misjudged what he was capably of stomaching. Two decades of war on the surface could not compare to a sunny day in Hell, and Criss knew without further remark that this scene would haunt him forever. He did not understand what force it was that willed him to action, but the worse of it was that it took several swings to disconnect the man's head from his body. Thus the act was neither as quick or clean as he might've hoped, the neck a meaty pulp of battered flesh and bone as the head rolled and left a fresh smear in its wake. Bespeckled with the blood of the project, the presence of Connie emboldened him as he clutched the weapon in both quivering hands and finally spoke up, "Primer sufrimiento, luego silencio," he proclaimed his own personal touch to the project.. just in time for the diseased's agony to increase tenfold. Criss could do little but blink as he was promptly showered with bits of rotting flesh, brain, and bone. And when he realized what had happened, he stopped doing even that.
Lilianna couldn't do it, she couldn't just sit here and watch this form of entertainment. No matter how much they tried to 'save' this human, it was merely making it worse for the male. Shaking her head, she needed air, she needed to get out and since she wasn't in the middle of a conversation with anyone, it would be easy to slip out unnoticed. Turning, she'd make her way for the exit, attempting to silently slip out into the night. Taking a deep breath in, she'd find herself leaning up against the wall beside the door, with her head tilted back. All this did was remind her that Hell was definitely not a place for her.

Torment slid off of her stool and slid right in, right between Phae and the girl who looked so appalled -- a vampire appalled by the clever violence of a devil in a chefs hat? Eyes were craning for the moment as blood splattered them all like participants of a rave, laughing trickling out of her throat with such an odd dimensional echo. However, the woman had risen with shaking and a nauseated ooze from those poors. Shoulders rolled, looking at the Chef " Well I guess this aint for every one hun" Before leaning on the bar, they were all crazy here it would seem but hers seemed to top it as fingers smeared a swipe of blood licking it up with a hmmmm. Surely eliciting a bunch of nasty little stares though those intense eyes flickered and rolled staring down what was the hunk back looking kid at the bar, dripp dripping in black magics. How curious. " Seems like we all got our little quirks" She hummed, fingers wrigglign in the air, pushing the mutilated body around. Thank heaven (hah!) she was not a gawker, or else she surely would have ended up with bits of brain matter and bone shrapnel in her gaping mouth. Jaw clenched and set, Connie recommitted and flicked a piece of zombie virus scalp off of the side of her glass before toasting and repeating the poetic bit of Spanish sentiment shared by her moon bound companion. "Primer sufrimiento, luego silencio." Surely Nisroc would appreciate some spoken word to go with the undead, avante-garde performance of that thrashing headless corpse that willfully kept performing despite lack of most everything that made a human human. Drinking the last of her drink (what? She checked for floating chunks before consuming the rest of it), the once dancer stood and swung in a clumsy but redemptively balanced pirouette as she followed the pretty vampire out the door. Maybe she should have considered herself the source of X's emboldened actions, but instead she took it with her, whatever it was that kept them stuck like flies in the same spiderweb.

Nisroc began to laugh at the corpse just wiggled and wobbled, finding himself amused as the mangled woman pushed the tortured man around, as it desperately grabbed at air, trying to find the source of what was pushing it. "Primer sufrimiento, luego silencio. What an incredible analysis," he would say, shedding a tear of what appeared to look like blood from his eye, as he wiped it away. "Such brilliance! First suffering, then silence. So beautiful! This truly is a show." Nisroc would look at those leaving, and sigh. "Guess it's not for everyone. But I love how some can appreciate it. But alas, this is your night, not mine! Feel free to deal with the remains of this wobbling wiggler." Nisroc would whip up another eyeball cocktail for Thalia, smiled, and below him, dark purple smoke would fizzle up, and without further ado, the red-skinned demon disappeared, but not before burning "CALL ME, -NISROC DA GREAT" into the counter next to the cocktail. This had been a wonderfully gruesome night.

Criss X willed the two pillars beneath him to walk, but found them still as stone. Why couldn't he move? It took Connie's departure to free himself from this assumed trance, and even then he ambled right on in to any furniture, person, or once person that stood in his way. The axe slipped through his loose fingers and landed with zero regard for the hazard it posed as he was in little shape to consider anything but what he had seen as it replayed endlessly behind dead-to-the-world eyes. No bow nor pride was taken as the so-called artist admired his words. Criss would count himself lucky if he could wash all the skin out of his hair tonight.

Martinez lifted the hand away from her mouth in a teasing wave goodbye as each person found themselves needing to leave. Hey, no offense taken. Not everyone was all about fire and gore. More for her to enjoy! Bethany toned down the glee into a shifting that was her finding the need to rub thighs together before crossing legs, watching that licked up blood of the other woman enjoying their event and lighting up. Oooh, what an idea. That waving hand reached out to find a streak of her own, licking fingertips clean as Braedan winked. Was that a flutter in her chest? Nope, couldn't be. "Mercy and hell don't really mix together, I don't know why they'd bother..." Amused twist to her tinted lips, Bethany couldn't hide the smiles, only letting out a giggle as Nisroc left them and the human followed after the amateur executioner-lumberjack. Poor kids, at least they have stories to tell if they get out of here alright...

Braedan had to admit, Nisroc's energy was very contegious. Yes, Brae was starting to see the art in it, perhaps. Afterall, torture could very well be an artform in it's own right, let along the aftermath of when it's finished. Eyes would watch that flesh start to expand, only to widen as a hand would lean Beth back just in time. Though.. unfortunately a bit of the human did land on the lapel of his suit. Rather than let it go to waste, finger would wipe that bit of blood off only to lick it off as narrowed eyes would watch the human writhe even without a head. It would be then that the sudden movement of Lili caught his attention. Form didn't move at all, however, as Connie followed her out the door. No, not for everyone, indeed.

Braedan's attention would be brought back to the bar as Thalia would play with the corpse. Soon, Nisroc would make his exit and Brae would clap, although.. One could very well see that he was somewhat distracted as those eyes would periodically glance at the door. Jaw would clench. He fucking hated this. Why was he worried? He really shouldn't be. Beth's voice pulled him away from the door, thankfully. a bit of a smile would flicker across his face. "Either a mistake or a dare... Both of which is a product of foolishness." Voice was low, almost annoyed as he glared at the door. Yes, that frustration still boiled under his skin. Damnit.
Lilianna had debated on heading back in, but that image of that man was etched in her mind and she didn't want to interrupt anything. Quickly shaking her head, she'd lift her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose for a moment. She let out a exhale, her hand fell, tucking a few strands behind her ear as she watched as the a few of the guests left. Pushing off the wall, she'd adjust her dress, before her attention would drift down the street, biting her lower lip. Without a word, her arms were crossed over her chest, giving her bicep a small rub as she started down the street, heading back to her place.

Phaestus collected his drink to his palm once more, enjoying the live entertainment presented before him, though he'd continue to fail to express his great pleasure, hardly putting up another smile for all to see as random sprays of the party victim's blood made contact to his flesh - yeah, this guy was surely into some sort of dark activities done regularly in his leisure time for pleasure, but that surely wouldn't alarm any in his presence, considering they clearly found similar interests to his own. Focus found the scattered bits of the victim's flesh about his feet, eyeing them with a bit of a hungry stare. With a sharp inhale and exhale of his breath, Hephaestus finished off the delectable beverage with his possession, still observing each and every detail to the action before him. As other guests began to make their exit, he'd prepare for his own as well, lifting his figure from his seat once more, abandoning the empty glass atop the bar top. "I must say, this has been much more pleasurable than I had expected!" He declared for all those surrounding him to hear, especially to Nisroc, their generous host who had offered up so much to share through the entire duration of the event. Adjusting his coat, he'd give a farewell nod to all of those who'd accompanied him this evening, taking a moment to present just a little more for Thalia, flashing yet another famous devilishly charming smile her way - curling his lip to bare his fine teeth with a tempting flicker of his tongue, almost as if to suggest he'd like to find the woman again later on... With that, he'd begin taking his leave, lingering within a darker location of the establishment for a brief amount of time to selfishly collect a handful of the sacrifice's leftover body parts from the floor before rushing to slip out through the exit doors. Perhaps Nisroc wouldn't of minded him picking up the scraps of the corpse, but at the chance he did, Hephaestus would, as per usual, take anything he wanted with no questions or hesitation.

Torment gave the dark man, a charmer - a bad one at that a curling; curdling smile. Had seemed that the party had been rather strenous at best for most as she just quirked those brows. with a mockery of sympathy for the squirming form and for the pleasure of guests who reacted on their own volition. Already the host had left and onc emore she had drank the cocktail down with an alarming rate. It had seemed there was nothing to see but a wriggling corpse of a damned man; some one who probably deserved every  inch of this torture. And some where down the line a devil would just reset him bodying just a little bit to others and mostly to the body a cackling laughter had perpetrated the air. " Well....this was interesting." But nothing more before making her way towards the door and in to the bustling night.

Martinez gave another wave and took a healthy sip of scotch as more and more slipped off; the party's winding down fine by her. But Bethany's brows lifted as she watched Braedan's glances to the door. "Need to chase, dear? I won't stop you." Go on, then, if you must, said her eyes, even as they shown with humour. Teasing him, another slow lift of glass to mouth as her eyes went from his face to the door and back. Which one was it? The one she stole his attention away from? Or the human and her pet, wanting to further their suffering? Bethany would keep those questions to herself, rolling them around to mix with alcohol before swallowing. "I think foolishness is a flaw that even we can't escape."

Braedan took a nice, long inhale of breath.. Feeling her walk away, down the street. Though Beth's question, drew his eyes away from the door and back onto her. Yes, she had a way of pulling him back in. "I don't chase.." Anymore. Brae would state simply, though the hint of a smirk made it seem softer than it really was. Rather than edge himself to the door, he did quite the opposite and slid onto the seat right next to her. "Perhaps, then... Tonight we should embrace it." Hand would pour more scotch for her as he now found himself his own glass as well. "Should we end up doing something foolish, so be it." Mischief flickered in his eyes as he would clink that glass with hers, before lifting glass to his lips. Rather than a sip, he completely downed the drink, refilling it. Though this time, he would slide one of those mirrors over to add that bit od Wizdom to his drink. Fuck knows Brae needs a good amount of it right about now. "Truth be told I just want to get lost in it." Brae would say, lifting those black eyes to her with something lingering in there. "With you."