Elishevas sadistic grin grew, spreading across her features like a morbid plague with each step that stalked towards [i]The Inferno[/i].
 
	The neon sign, flickering in a sickening fuchsia hue stained from the grim of time, hung over the decayed entrance; rocking ever so slightly with each gust of wind, threatening to fall from its precarious perch and crush whose ever time was up at a moments notice. 

	The door was worn and cracked beneath the peeling teal paint that curled at its edges. The brass handle turned to near algae from years of neglect turned with a banshee like whine as the Fallen pushed the door open.

	Inside a cloud of smoke hung heavy from the ceiling as an endless supply of carcinogens rose from the burning embered tips of cigarettes and cigars held by various patrons or burning away forgotten in tin ashtrays. 

	It must have been quite the place of meeting some time ago. Even through the build up of dirt, spilt drinks and other perhaps unspeakable fluids one could still see the mahogany and oak wood work that lay on the floors and built the long bar that stood against the left length of the bar.

	The door closed heavy behind her and heads turned, eyes peering towards her over the tops of half drunk bottom shelf whiskey and hands that should have been folded two checks ago. She noticed them not as she sauntered over to the bar and plopped down on a rickety barstool. 

	Resting her forearms against the rounded edge as her fingers folded together and her eyes locked with the bartender. The woman behind the bar was leaning against the back counter, a dirty rag swirling inside a tumbler in a futile attempt at cleaning. 

	Her eyes were a fiery blue and locks of raven hair streaked with grey fell to her shoulders. The leather bodice was cinched tight, her breast threatening to play peekaboo with the Fallen one who sat before her. Tight matching leather pants strained under the muscular legs as she took a step closer to Elisheva. 

	Her head tilted to the side as her eyes flashed grey for half a heart beat before a long sigh escaped her full crimson lips. Elisheva perked a thin brow, it arching deeply at the flash. She knew that glaze, she had just been auraed. The bar tender placed the tumbler on the counter, shoving the rag haphazardly into the hem of her pocket before resting both hands on the opposite side of the counter.

	"When did it happen?" a sultry velvet voice asked.

	"Tonight," Elisheva growled. 

	"And what do I call you now?" a inquisitive tone questioned.

	"Elisheva."

	"God is my wrath? Fitting, it was always in your blood anyways. How you fought it this long is beyond me," the woman quipped with a smirk on her lips as she tilted a bottle and let it fill a shot glass before sliding it over to the Fallen.

	"Well, I don't know if I should be sorry for the fall or not falling sooner," Elisheva hissed before tossing the shot back and letting the liquid burn its way down her throat. Cringing slightly before lowering the glass after she swallowed. "Sera."