[center][h1]Damian[/h1]
One Night in Hell Club
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[b]Day 1 (Arc 2): Around 7pm[/b][hr]

Fear. Genuine fear, the scent of it thick and cloying, rippled off of the girl's Vis in waves and further affected Damain's mind. His grip would tighten momentarily as he struggled to get a handle on himself, all too aware of the people taking notice of the girl's hysterics. He felt more than heard Killian's approach, his senses becoming heightened as the latent predatory instinct started to come to the fore. Luckily, before anything occurred, one of the party goers walked up to Damian from behind, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, can you hurry up and take that brat out of here. I came here to fuckin' relax, not listen to a kid scream their damn-GAH!" The man's complaint would be cut off with a shout of his own as Damian intercepted the hand with a too-tight grip, his glowing eyes leveled at the customer as he spoke.

[color=Thistle]"Sir, I apologize for the disturbance, but I can't fix the problem if you don't let me do my job. Now please, enjoy your the rest of your evening."[/color] The words were polite, but the tone that spoke them was likely fiercer than any Damian had ever spoken before, with a hint of a growl present behind every one. The man, visibly paled as he realized what he might be talking to, was quick to back off after that. Taking a breath, Damian then turned to Mercy, trying his best to block out the feel of her fear-drenched vis as he got down on his knees so he was more at her level. Unfortunately, the proximity messed with his head even more, but he forced it down, looking her in the eyes as he tried to get out some hopefully calming words. [color=Thistle]"L-look at me, okay. No one is going to kill you, and no one is going anywhere. I don't know who this guy is, but I can tell you're scared. Really scared, and it isn't just because of him. Tell me what's happening here, and I promise me and my boss will keep you safe. Me and my partner here swear on it."[/color] 

Damian cast a glance to Killian, almost pleading for him to agree. He didn't know if he was handling this as well as he could, but if him and Killian took a united front, it might be enough to convince the kid to fess up. At least, Damian hoped it would. If he could focus, he would've projected his aura to try and help calm her down, but with his mind as frazzled as it currently was, he knew that would likely make things even worse, if he could manage to bring it out at all. Between the club-goers that surrounded him, their enjoyment slowly turning to irritation at the kid's thrashing, and the kid's own sense of fear, he was finding it difficult to really focus on anything besides the gnawing feeling that he felt churning inside him.

[@Fallenreaper]