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In a world you thought you knew, secrets remained hidden in the shrouds of time and destiny. In the age of the internet and television, the characters of your childhood fairy tales, your favorite movies, or even your wildest desires are all reality. Humanity has found itself no longer alone. The monsters are out of the closet. Magic is real. Society has found itself divided into those who have accepted the 'others', and those who wish to send these creatures into a fiery grave.

Here you'll find a church that promises lasting life by embracing the eternal curse of the vampire. There are groups of humans who have risen up to create hate groups to destroy the supernatural. An eternal struggle between angels and demons amidst it all, threatening destruction of the entire world in the cross-fire. All the while, most of society works, lives, breathes, right along side monsters and beautiful creatures from their dreams. Who are you among them?

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Lucy didn't often treat herself to nights out. Running an entire nest was a lot of work for one woman, but she'd taken on the responsibility. It just meant that she didn't get out as much as she'd like anymore. A karaoke bar was just what she needed. Her little old ford chugged through the night as she got more and more excited about the fun she was certain she was going to have.

She entered the club wearing a skin-tight number in bright, neon colors. Thigh-high boots and a high ponytail graced her body as her only accessories. She watched with interest as a man hogged the karaoke machine, but he was funny. She laughed and cheered along with everyone else when he was finally taken down from the stage. There was a massive smile on her face and just one too many drinks in her stomach when she herself got up on the stage and requested her song. Sure, it wasn't quite an 80's hit, but they had it, so she was gonna sing it.

Her breath was already heavy due to the alcohol and it only added to the sensuality of her husky voice when she took the microphone and the music started playing.

"I love myself, I want you to love me
When I feel down, I want you above me
I search myself, I want you to find me
I forget myself, I want you to remind me"


Her eyelids fluttered a bit before they closed and she really got into it. Lucy held onto the mic stand like her life depended on it and gyrated her hips a bit. It was obvious that she was just a bit tipsy, but not so drunk that she was slurring her words.

"I close my eyes and see you before me
Think I would die if you were to ignore me
A fool could see just how much I adore you
I'd get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you"


Her eyes opened again and she scanned her rapt audience, searching each expression. Lucy had come out to have fun, and so she sent that million-watt smile out to everyone who was paying attention to her performance.

"I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
Ooh, I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself"


The serpentine queen rolled her hips and swished her long, dark hair as she reached the final lines of the song, not worried about whether or not she was making a scene. When she finally finished, Lucy handed the mic off to whoever was next in line and headed back to the bar, a little winded and ready to grab herself something a little stronger since the buzz had already worn off.

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Posted on: Dec 2 2017, 12:38 AM

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She'd just sat down and was about to order a drink when the guy next to her cleared his throat as if he wanted to say something. Lucy turned to face him. He was cute. Mid-thirties, blonde hair, green eyes, in nice shape. She smiled sweetly, the dumbfounded expression on his face exceedingly adorable. "Yes? How can I help you?" She smirked when he started stuttering. The Keiserin kept a friendly smile on her face. She knew why men had such a reaction. Just because she was kind didn't mean she was completely humble.

"I uh... Um... Hi. My name's Clyde." His smooth southern accent was only broken by the nerves in his throat. "Well hello there, Clyde. I'm Lucy." He gave her a big grin and was about to say something else when someone came and told him his car was being stolen. Lucy had been about to get up and rush out to help when the man sat next to her and told her she'd been cheating. All thoughts of Clyde left her mind when she looked at the newcomer and felt immediately drawn to him.

Her nostrils flared as she drew in his scent, eager to place this man, only to find that he was human. Her face pulled up into a grin of her own and she laughed. "It's not cheating if it's on the machine." Lucy leaned an elbow on the bar and rested her face on her hand. "Then again, I would expect such accusations from a man who attempted to hog the machine all night so that no one else could play."

She watched as he ordered an apple juice... At a bar... Full of alcohol and other drunk people... And turned to ask what she'd like. Lucy chuckled and chalked it up to him maybe being the DD for the night. Never one to turn down a free drink, she wouldn't. "I tend to be a whiskey kinda gal, but if you've got some recommendations, I'm all ears." The serpent looked up toward the stage where a girl with darker hair than she and black lipstick began singing some song about lost love. She tilted her head a bit to the side in curiosity. She almost sounded... Angry. Why would someone sing a song like that out of anger, she wondered. "Wow, sounds like somebody's pissed." Her eyes traveled the crowd for who might be the culprit, but she didn't see anyone acting like an ass, so she figured the lady had probably come out for the sole purpose of blowing off some steam.

Stormy eyes settled back on her new neighbor and she smirked. "So Mr. 'Hungry Like the Wolf', I didn't catch your name. I'm Lucy." She extended her hand in greetings, wondering what about this guy drew her attention. Sure, he was attractive. Who wouldn't be attracted to tall, dark, and handsome? It was something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

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Posted on: Jan 18 2018, 09:25 AM

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She couldn't help but giggle. Of course he liked Karaoke... Anyone who came to Kashmir and didn't must be either stupid or looking for some kind of punishment. Shaking her head, that was when the girl with the black lipstick started singing angrily. Her eyes widened at her companion's words. "Hey now! It was on the machine. No one is allowed to get mad at me for it... Especially not after the show that I gave everyone." She grinned at her own expense. It was nice to be sitting next to someone who seemed as unashamedly goofy as she was. Refreshing, even.

She waited for his recommendation as he took a moment to think and she couldn't help but preen a bit, flicking the long pony behind her head to expose a length of pale, smooth neck and folding one leg over the other to show off just a bit more thigh. He went ahead and ordered her a whiskey and she chuckled. "How do you know I wasn't looking at the guy next to you, huh?" It was true... She'd found him among the crowd and her gaze had lingered for a moment, curious as to who he was.

Lucy wasn't disappointed so far. The conversation was fun and interesting and he hadn't groped her, so that was a plus. He also wasn't a stuttering mess like poor Clyde who had already walked by with a dejected look on his face when he saw her sitting next to another guy. It really was too bad... Clyde was cute.

What she hadn't expected was his firm grip on her hand when he shook it. She was used to being treated like some limp little girl by big strong men who underestimated her... Or just didn't know she could crush them with less than the effort it took to shake their hand. Her lips curled up in a smirk. "Constantine... A lot to live up to with a name like that." She leaned toward him a little and her eyes glinted mischievously. "Tell me... Did your momma succeed in raising the saint she named you after? Or do you tend to fall into your namesake's earlier works such as decapitating your opposers and leading great conquests?" She sat back with a smirk and grabbed up the glass that had been sat on the bar in front of her, taking a dainty sip.

What she didn't expect was the sprinkling of some sticky, fruity concoction that had been targeted at Constantine. A small gasp escaped her parted lips just before she turned to stare at the woman who'd done it sauntering away as if she'd done something amazing. Lucy almost sputtered until Hungry Like the Wolf spoke up, saying something about an evil twin. It made her chuckle and the hiss that had risen up in her chest and threatened to lash out at the bitch with the horrid lipstick calmed and the serpent coiled in her belly curled tighter, sufficiently convinced that there wasn't a threat.

His attempt at getting her number was one that she hadn't heard before and had her giggling, so she nodded. "Fine, but you're only allowed to use it if you're in dire need of protection." She only waited a few second before rattling it off, not caring if he was ready for it or not. If he was, good for him. If not, he'd better remember long enough to record it somewhere. Lucy looked him over and noted his virgin skin, wondering if he'd ever given thought to decorating himself with ink. It wasn't everyone's cup of tea and she was well aware of that, but she always liked to offer up her business to people she liked. Reaching out, she ran a finger down his forearm and smirked. "I assume you're a virgin?" She... Hadn't meant it that way. It just came out... And she didn't even notice.

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She asked about his name too, and he couldn't help but laugh. He was alive far before both figures, and both were quite opposites in their belief in christianity. Regardless, he grinned and leaned against the bar. “Who’s to say they weren’t named after me?” Though meant as a joke it was, in fact, a possibility. He wouldn’t be surprised if the saint had been named after him, after all he was an angel once. Maybe the saint fancied himself as a rebel like Constantine himself. When she rattled off her numbers, he pulled out his phone, typing criminally slow, so slow in fact he was barely halfway through the number when her finger ran down his arm and she asked if he was a virgin. He stopped typing. Some men may have been offended, maybe even upset or angry, Constantine just grinned. “You’ve caught me. I didn’t pay attention in sex ed and now I'm too scared to try it.”He felt like things were going well, he enjoyed her company and had a big grin on his face. She shared his humour and witty tongue, and was actually enjoying himself on what was meant to be work. Oh shit. Work. He’d forgotten about that. In a flash Constantine was sent spiralling off of his seat, over the bar and into the rack of drinks behind it, the thrown table that had sent him over the bar landing atop him. Face down in a puddle of broken glass and booze he gurgled and moaned, half a beer bottle poking out of his neck and blood pouring from the mouth of the bottle. After a few minutes laying there feeling sorry for himself, he pulled the bottle loose, standing up and turning towards where he’d been hit from, now sensing the demons presence. Stepping on the table and onto the bar, he looked to Lucy with a smile. A confident smile despite the fact he should probably be dead. “Hey so I’ve gotta kill this demon guy or whatever, but this isn't over. Hey!” he shouted over to a man standing idly on the karaoke machine, watching the fight slack-jawed. “Give me some fight music!” he demanded with a point of the index finger. The man began to sift through the songs. “Everybody wants to rule the world?” “Not a fight song!”“Safety dance?”“No!”“R.E.M?” There was a grin and Constantine nodded, the fast pace intro kicking off as Constantine stepped off of the bar, crowd clearing the way for him as he walked towards the hulking 8ft table-thrower that had been waiting impatiently for him. “Hey there big guy.” he greeted, and the beast swung a chair his way, a blade forming in Constantines hand, yet he didn’t use it, instead spiralling over the chair with a corkscrew through the air, landing besides him. “Woah! No need to wreck the establishment.” Swinging a fist at him next, Constantine swung the sword back at him, blade getting stuck in his hefty demonic knuckles. With that, came a kick to the gut and he flew through the air, spinning and turning until he landed on a chair in a seated position, the momentum sliding the chair past a table, and Constantine placed his feet on said table as the chair slowed to a stop, placing his hands behind his head and looking at the sword that the demon pulled out and gripped in his shovel-sized hand. “I’m gonna need that back.” When he ran over and swung the sword downwards, towards his legs, Constantine rolled backwards off of his chair, landing on his feet and catching the chair with his foot as it tipped over, inches from the floor. He then kicked it up into the demons face, punching it when it hit, shattering it into splinters and his punch colliding with his nose. Using the moment he was stunned, he kicked the pommel of the sword, sending it flying up into the air. Two punches to the gut, a roundhouse to the chest and an uppercut later, the demon stumbled back, and the sword fell in between them, and Constantine kicked it straight into the demons chest, pinning him against the wall. He struggled against it, clawing at the blade as Constantine approached. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a shipping label, placing it on his chest. With that he ripped the blade upwards, cutting his head in two. Its the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fineReturning to the bar he took his seat, reaching for his now shattered glass uselessly. Turning on his stool to Lucy he put an elbow on the semi-broken bar and leaned on his hand. “So, there a Mr Touch-myself or is it still open for applications?” Constantine seemed oblivious to the chaos surrounding him. The bar was a mess, the club was wrecked, Constantine was covered in blood, and a mysterious pile of ash now lay in a pile of clothes with a label attached reading “Return to sender.”Lucy Freidrichson∎ ◣ ◥
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