[center]The thin slice delivered to the windpipe of the devilish cretin brought his lugging frame crumbling to the restroom's glossy obsidian floors. Like the majority of souls in Aeternus, he wouldn't be missed. Perched on this cumbersome corpse, the young devil hunter went through a limited brief of Ixxa but afterward chose not to dispose of the body. There was no telling how long she planned to stay in this den of demons but anyone stumbling upon the striped-horned, pot-belly demon’s undead body has certainly seen odder considering where they were. 

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>Name: Ixxa -/Redacted/- (Full name plants seeds of lust into hearer's souls) 
>Age: Several Centuries
>Demon Classification: Succubus 
>Bio: ˙uoᴉʇɐʇdɯǝʇ puɐ ǝɹᴉsǝp ɟo qǝʍ ɐ uᴉ sɯᴉʇɔᴉʌ ɹǝɥ ƃuᴉɹɐusuǝ 'lnos ǝɥʇ ɟo ǝɔuǝssǝ ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ǝƃuɐɥɔxǝ uᴉ ʎʇnɐǝq ƃuᴉsᴉɯoɹd 'sʇɔɐd ɹǝʇsᴉuᴉs sǝʇɐɹʇsǝɥɔɹo ɐxxI 'sɹǝqɯɐɥɔ ʎloɥun ǝsǝɥʇ uᴉɥʇᴉM ˙ʍolƃ uosɯᴉɹɔ 'ǝᴉɹǝǝ uɐ uᴉ pǝpnoɹɥs puɐ 'ʇuǝɔs ƃuᴉʇɐɔᴉxoʇuᴉ uɐ uᴉ pǝlᴉǝʌ 'sʞlᴉs ɥsᴉʌɐl ɥʇᴉʍ pǝuɹopɐ ǝɹɐ sllɐɥ ʇuǝpɐɔǝp sʇI ˙uoᴉsuǝɥǝɹdɯoɔ lɐʇɹoɯ ɟo sǝᴉɹɐpunoq ǝɥʇ puoʎǝq sʇsᴉxǝ ʇɐɥʇ lǝɥʇoɹq ɥsᴉɹɐɯʇɥƃᴉu ɐ sᴉ ɯlɐǝɹ s,ɐxxI

>˙uoᴉsᴉɔǝɹd pǝʞɔᴉʍ ɥʇᴉʍ slnos s,uǝɯ ɟo ʇɟǝɥʇ ǝɥʇ ƃuᴉʇɐɹʇsǝɥɔɹo ǝlᴉɥʍ uoᴉʇɔǝɟɹǝd ƃuᴉʇǝǝlɟ ɹoɟ slnos ɹᴉǝɥʇ ǝpɐɹʇ oʇ uǝɯoʍ sǝɔᴉʇuǝ oɥʍ ssǝɹʇdɯǝʇ ɐ 'ʎʇnɐǝq ɟo ssǝɹʇsᴉɯ ǝɥʇ sᴉ ǝɥS ˙uoᴉʇɔnpǝs ɟo qǝʍ ɹǝɥ oʇuᴉ slɐʇɹoɯ ssǝlʇunoɔ pǝɹnl sɐɥ ʇɐɥʇ ǝzɐƃ ƃuᴉzᴉɹǝɯsǝɯ ɐ 'uǝǝɹƃ ƃuᴉʇunɐɥ ɟo ǝpɐɥs ɐ ǝɹɐ sǝʎǝ ɹǝH ˙uoᴉʇɐʇdɯǝʇ ɟo ǝɔuǝssǝ ǝɥʇ sǝᴉpoqɯǝ ɐxxI 'ʇɥƃᴉl lɐǝɹǝɥʇǝ uɐ ɥʇᴉʍ ɹǝɯɯᴉɥs oʇ sɯǝǝs ʇɐɥʇ ɹᴉɐɥ ǝpuolq-ʍous puɐ uᴉʞs pǝɹ ʎɹǝᴉɟ ɹǝɥ ɥʇᴉM

>˙ǝɹnllɐ ʇuǝloʌǝlɐɯ s,ʎʇᴉɔ ǝɥʇ ɟo uoᴉʇɔǝlɟǝɹ ɐ 'ʎlpɐǝp puɐ ƃuᴉʇɐʌᴉʇdɐɔ ɥʇoq sᴉ ʎʇnɐǝq ǝsoɥʍ ǝɹnƃᴉɟ ɐ 'ɐɯƃᴉuǝ ƃuᴉɹnllɐ uɐ sᴉ ǝɥS ˙ǝuᴉʍʇɹǝʇuᴉ ǝɔᴉʌ puɐ uoᴉʇɐʇdɯǝʇ ǝɹǝɥʍ ʎʇᴉɔ ɐ 'snuɹǝʇǝ∀ ɟo sɥʇdǝp ǝɥʇ uᴉɥʇᴉʍ sǝʌᴉɹɥʇ oɥʍ sǝɹᴉsǝp ʇsǝʞɹɐp ǝɥʇ ɟo ssǝɹʇɔnpǝs ɐ sᴉ 'sǝssǝɹʇ ǝpuolq-ʍous ɥʇᴉʍ snqnɔɔns pǝuuᴉʞs-uosɯᴉɹɔ ǝɥʇ 'ɐxxI ˙ǝsnoɥ lǝɥʇoɹq lɐuɹǝʇƎ ǝɥʇ ɟo uǝǝnQ[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

The information wasn't easy to process, but she got it. The instant the bathroom door closed, from the other side of a glory hole, uttered in a grumbling voice [i]"Wrong Password."[/i]

Upon hearing that voice, it was enough to have Selena unconfident in her kill. Even worse, to some degree, that fat slob might have enjoyed her sitting on him and caught an unsolicited whiff or two with his monstrously hooked nose. That was not the biggest of her troubles perhaps, considering the jazz music literally stopped in the speakeasy.

The leers of several dozen demons were alone enough to stop a mortal's heart but it was uncertain how strong the young devil hunter's nerves were. Perhaps she had nerves or steel but in the hallway where the chandeliers hung oddly low, its blood-red baccarat crystals reflected thousands of futures. Some more gruesome than others, but many if not all unanimously leading towards the aftermath of drawing the fiendish ire of the crowd.

[i]"Wasn't it too easy to get in?"[/i] An almost comical, stereotypical New York Italian accent came from the crowd.

Walking down the hall, a DeVito-sized minotaur-looking devil with rigid, curling sabbatical goat horns smoking a Mayan Sicar bellowing unnecessary amounts of yellow brimstone spoke out to the young woman. The amount of sulfur in the air was suffocating, yet the mustard-skinned demon took a ridiculously long hit to the point where the plumes masked his quizzical expression.

[i]"This is a Sarcoen spot. In quite literally a den of demons. I don't think a demon hunter stands much of a chance."[/i] Rubbing his unmanaged stubble, Ceven visibly pondered.

[i]"I assume you're working under some angel bastard, no? I generally like to work behind the scenes but [b]everyone[/b] knows not to walk to the back uninvited. Maybe you're that stupid. Or maybe…you're interested in how we do things here."[/i]

[i]"You want to make a pact with Ixxa Ludirs Auðr Ivayla Nettuno Irenka Kalyani Tyche Morrigan Brechtje Cecílie? Most demons can communicate telepathically, you know. You just have to leave your line open. Since you heard this I assume you now know the depths you ignorantly plunged into. The only question is whether I can convince the humble folks here that you're not a threat. Let's see what ya got."[/i]

Ceven hawk spit, knocking down one of the supernatural chandelier's fuchsine rhombus-like crystals, snatching it casually out of the air. Examining it for a moment, the minotaur mumbled [i]"Hmph, not bad,"[/i] charging the crystal with a fiery violet. He slung it directly at Selenas's bosoms overhand like a throwing knife, watching it briefly knuckleball before erupting into a pink plume of smoke.

[i]"How do you handle this distorted Future?"[/i]

Exploding out of the crystal at Selena was an alternate version of herself bearing elongated fangs, newly protruding horns, and glowing amber eyes hurling themselves like a spear. At the last moment, concealed sword-like black bat wings sprouted as she spun like a deadly top, dicing through several of the irreplaceable paintings littering the hall's walls. 

The souls trapped within the landscape beneath the painting's starry nights finally ascended, floating majestically towards the heavens, flooding the air with hundreds of [i]"thank yous" [/i]just happy to move on.

There was no telling how long this distortion clung to the world but make no mistakes, in the meantime, this apparition threatened to turn Selena into a fleshly rain of confetti. Regardless of what came of this exchange, the party went on.

Meanwhile…

As soon as Dangerrutito knocked, the door quickly lost its aura.

[i]"What's the password?[/i]

On the other side of the totally not inconspicuous door, a nightmarish gaze leered from the sliding peephole. A Gorgon's eye staring into Dangerrutito’s soul with malevolent intensity. Its mystifying amalgamation of serpentine pupils and swirling, deep, blood-red irises seemed to consume the light around them. Normally the moment eyes met the Gorgon's, an icy shiver slithered down their spine, but considering how far Dangerrutito had come, this was probably nothing at all. On the bright side, at least the creature was female.

Before Dangerrutito could come up with a witty retort, the creature behind the door shifted gears. [i]"I propose a game of entwined gazes, a duel of captivating intent, where our eyes lock in a dance of seductive fascination. Will you accept this invitation, where the boundaries between desire and surrender blur, as we share a forbidden contest of yearning gazes?"[/i] Which was a very fancy and longwinded way to challenge someone to a staring contest.

Becoming a fan of their alluring eyes began a dreadful transformation. It starts subtly, with an inexplicable stiffness climbing from your fingers into your limbs as its petrifying power travels through your very nerves. This was obviously a test, but how would Dangerrutito fare against it before his body was met with agonizing paralysis and he became the subject of a fancy hell tableau?[/center]