[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6666FF]Demetri Rowan Howell[/color][/b]  [b][color=CC00CC]Cassian Rudenko[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1125619539040813077/Copy_of_Black_and_Gold_Eye_Modern_Occult_Illustrative_Halloween_Virtual_Background.gif[/img][hr][b][color=6666FF]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=6666FF]Skills: Cassian: Panflute Playing, Chaos and Madness Induction, Magic Item[/color][/b] 
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Demi watched as Nancy had made her way past the pair of them. He didn't have to turn and look to know what she was doing, to know that she was about to barge in without so much as a plan or care for anyone else but herself. He closed his eyes, a white-hot tear forming at the corner as he knew what was about to happen next. She would open the door, and Zeke would follow, leaving him behind again as he wondered if he could ever measure up to her. But that wasn't what happened. Demi felt a tight grip against his hand, opening his eyes to see the determination in Zeke's. Not just for his sister, but for him as well. The words felt like sharp arrows piercing his heart, as if Cupid himself aimed two well placed shots at the young demi-god. One in his heart and another right at his throat. He couldn't speak, couldn't think, he only followed behind Zeke, trying his best not to fumble as exhaustion hit him wave after wave. 

They finally reached inside, the loud sounds and bright lights almost nauseating in comparison to what camp life had been like. Demi didn't have time to react, to do anything, before their first test had already begun. A southern woman offered them a platter of cookies, Zeke took one instantly and offered it to him but even then Demi didn't have time. Nancy shouted something before assaulting the woman before them, pulling his attention away just long enough to feel the press of Zeke's lips against his cheek. When Demi turned back around Zeke was gone, the waitress was on the floor, and Nancy was begging them to stop him. Janelle ran off and Demetri’s sluggishness was showing. He tried to chase off after him, to go where he said he would be, but as he made it to his boyfriend, as he watched Janelle place her hand on him, all he could manage was to scream out his name. [Color=6666FF]"Zeke!"[/color] And then…darkness. The days of not eating and sudden burst of physical activity had gotten to Demi and he passed out right before the pair.

Cassian hadn't realized just how right he was. Time wasn't on their side. As a matter of fact it felt as though it was actively working against them even on the outside steps of the Casino. Nancy came barreling past them like a woman on a mission, charging headfirst into the fray without so much as a word of warning. The rest soon followed after into what could only be described as a land of partying. It was no wonder Nancy was so repulsed by him and Alexios, their lineage was a reminder of all of this, though as flashy and bright as the colors may be, it couldn't hide the darker shadows he now knew plagued this party. He gripped his hand tightly, digging his nails into the skin of his palm when he thought about the repulsive act they were told of. Shooting a glance at Alexios and wondering why neither him nor his father could step in and help the demi-god in need.

Action soon broke out, and Cassian didn't know if it was because of his godly parent, but his appetite didn't seem to crave the Lotus cookies placed before him, even less so after they all had fallen to the ground. Instantly the party was split, two teams of 3 once more which was lucky enough he figured. But no one else could be tempted by these dangerous cookies. So he pulled out his panflute and began to play, trying to combat the music already pumping through the Casinos speakers. At first there was nothing, he needed something stronger to fight against the Lotus Eaters influence. Switching the tune, Cassian began to play Poker Face by Lady Gaga, channeling the magic of his music into the ears of those who served the cookies. Chaos and Madness would soon latch into them, making them want to go off and destroy the treats, whether it was by grinding them to dust under their heel or devouring them all in one go he didn't care, he just needed to cookies out of the way.