8604/Demon Knight

Demon Knight
Date of Scene:	08 November 2021
Location:	The Public House - Hellfire Club
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Jason Blood, Satana Hellstrom, Saeko

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Jason Blood has posed:
Jason Blood enters the pub area. He notes the other occupants and smirks a bit. "You all meet in a tavern... how many Godawful stories start that way? How many people have I met this way? Thousands." He steps up to the bar and orders a vodka martini then seeks a quiet dark booth to grump. Not a people person by any means. In one hand his drink, another his walking stick, held reversed, almost like a sword.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
It's time for Satana's favourite game!: 'Bankrupt the corrupt old man'. Her target for the evening is the octogenerian Phineas Coleridge, a banking magnate of ... negotiable ... virtue suspected by many of being the force behind many a market crash and *known* to be single-handedly, practically, behind the creation of thousands of homeless people through hostile mortgage takeovers.

And Satana is practically entwined with him in the booth next to the one Jason has selected.

"Tell me," she purrs, bending her will onto his and making him lose all ability to refuse her. "What does Old Rip Van Winkle 25 taste like, darling Phineas? And does it mix well with Armand de Brignac Rose?"

The world's most expensive bourbon and the second-most expensive champagne.

"Let's buy a few bottles and do some mixing and matching."

Phineas raises his hand was Satana squirms against him, his face red, sweaty, distracted and passes along the order.

"You'd love me when I'm drunk, Phineas," Satana lies. "I'm a Hell of a lover." A bit more truthful there.

Saeko has posed:
Saeko herself was a late arrival to the 'party', pulled aside by her own commitments to Inari. Sometimes she was as much counsellor as she was magicial deliverence after all, but now? It was time for a little 'her' time. A little simple concealment of her tails and ears, her form wrapped in a figure-hugging red backless dress while she ventured into the Hellfire Club's bar. Last time she'd been here as a 'Plus One', but for the moment? It seems like she was able to get across the threshold with a little smile and batting of her eyelashes.

One sweep of her gaze had her spotting the familier sight of Satana, a little knowing smile offered to the other woman as she makes her own way up to the bar.

Jason Blood has posed:
Etrigan frets and fumes in the mirror. Then he grins and slides over to the mirror behind Satana's booth. He looks over the succubus' shoulder and enjoys the view indeed.

    <<I've no truck with your dad Marduk Kurios.

    I find his claims against Satan spurious.

    Notice me, you ginger tease!

    It is Etrigan that you could please!"

In his booth Jason Blood nearly drops his drink, sweat beading on his upper lip.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Phineas, when did you learn to..."

Something happens that rarely happens to Satana on the hunt, just shy of landing a kill. (Likely literal even if she didn't suck a soul. She's ... active.)

She loses her composure.

The will-bending weakens and Coleridge starts to become more aware of his surroundings. Indeed aware enough that he stares at Satana and stumbles to his feet, trying to figure out how he got tangled with a woman under a third of his age. One who dresses THAT way.

"Excuse me, Madame, I seem to have mistaken you..."

"Oh SHUT UP, Phineas!" Satana snarls, glowing eyes turned on the old man, causing him to step back in alarm and right into the path of the server coming with multiple bottles each of expensive bourbon and champagne.

Which is great cover, the ensuing chaos, for Satana to do something she also rarely did.

She checks her wards. Then amplifies them.

"Etrigan. If you're not the real Etrigan, pup, you'd best beware because the real Etrigan will tear you into your atoms. And you'll feel each bond break." She looks at the mirror, more composed now that her defences are up to full and she's got a fistful of soulfire ready to go too, just in case. "And if you are Etrigan, the real one..."

She peers more closely.

"...well, you owe me a meal."

Her off-hand gestures to the octogenerian behind her on the floor at imminent risk of never having a shot at being a nonogenerian.

"I was planning on sending him off to Daddy as my tithe."

Saeko has posed:
It seemed she hadn't been noticed by Satana, that much was fine given the woman was almost certainly focused on obtaining a drink or two of more than one sense. Perhaps she should consider the same, it had been a while now since she'd drunk in the life-force of another. For now however, the vixen seemed quite happy to work with a more mundane option.

Obtaining her own drink, the Kitsune suddenly twitches as she senses something...other among them, that voice on the edge of perception.

Etrigan might not be talking to her, but between his aura and Satana's sudden outburst? Well, -something- was up!