[right][h2][color=8493ca]Damien's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Stanifly][@spiral origin][@Tlazolteotl][@Object 452k][/right]

[color=8493ca]Damien blinked, his awareness starting to tune into his surroundings. So he [i]was[/i] in a bar. Was this... Was this another Hell!? Damien groaned. There really was no rest for the wicked.

A bug-like sinner appeared across from him. Probably a sinner, right?[/color] [color=808080][i]"You brought your own drink. Would you like a different one?"[/i][/color] [color=8493ca]Damien's gaze slowly slid down to the glass in his hand. He was surprised to see the red hue and catch a whiff of alcohol. He had mixed tea, hadn't he? Well, he could probably go for a drink now.

[b]"No, thanks,"[/b] he said tiredly, taking a sip of his new refreshment. Cranberry margarita. Nice.

Then, [color=39b54a][i]"My, my, aren't you an interesting sight? Pray tell, what manner of creature[/i] are [i]you?[/i]"[/color]

Damien turned to his left, noticing the dragon-like creature with no change in expression. [b]"I'm a baphomet,"[/b] he said flatly. [b]"It's like a 'satyr' or something but I'm [i]all[/i] goat."[/b] Damien waved an arm in front of himself, gesturing across his legs. This guy sounded like a fancy prick, like some self-entitled goetia or a sinner from an upper-class background. He'd probably be just as irritating as the rest of them. [b]"The fuck are [i]you[/i] supposed to be, some kind of kaiju?"[/b] He took another sip of his drink, the smallest twinkle of mischief lighting his eyes as he leaned forward against the bar counter.[/color]