First Ring of Hell: Lust (5)
"Am I high as well?" The man lightly chuckled to himself before cracking out a cigarette and lighting it with a pink flame that practically burst from the tip of his finger. "Must've been something else… a noble arrived or something."
The demon with sunglasses descended the grand staircase, returning to the pulsating heart of the infernal nightclub. The ambient music, a rhythmic pulse that seemed to reverberate through the very core of the labyrinth, guided his steps. The crowd, aware of his presence, parted with an unspoken deference as he made his way to the bar.
Taking a seat at the opulent bar, the demon's attire melded with the crimson and onyx surroundings. The bartender, a demon with horns that curled like wicked spires, acknowledged him with a subtle nod. Without uttering a word, the demon with sunglasses conveyed his desire, and the bartender swiftly prepared a selection of potent liquors arranged before him.