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i’ve moved daebyeol over to my multimuse. it’s just much easier for me to manage one blog over a few.

Seok Ju couldn’t help his eyebrows raising as he blinked a moment in understanding. This man not only bought him one top shelf, rather pricey glass of whiskey, but then wanted to the by the rest of his drinks for the night? It was enough to say, he needed the next sip he took from his glass. “ So, trying to get me drunk then? ” Seok Ju gave the stranger a quick once over before continuing his sentence. “ It’s not every day you find a rich handsome guy trying to buy you drinks. ” He smirked, “ I guess it’s a deal. ” 

- - - Perhaps it was a bit RUDE of Daebyeol to sit back and watch the spectacle that playing out in front of him—to simply witness the men who had stalked the vampire they wanted so desperately to get rid of. Enemies always were a fickle bunch but they did bring an interesting spice to a world that was often so  m e d i o c r e  in ancient eyes. The god was perched atop a fence, hands gripping the cold metal as a grin pulled across plump lips. “Come on, Noah. I want to see throats torn OUT already,” he whined from his elevated view, bottom lip beginning to stick out in a rather theatrical pout. He trusted his fellow immortal could handle the situation ( as he had witness the vampire do many times before during their years of  t w i s t e d  friendship ) yet he was still ready to step in at the blink of an eye. It had been a good while since he took a soul himself and quite frankly, the feeling had been MISSED. But he would be patient and let Noah take care of his own problems.

     Adrian rounded the corner his gaze not bothering to look behind him, to pay her attention would be to ruin the game. She was following because she wanted it, she craved it, the denial the toying. A masochist posing as a sadist, how unfortunate, for the blond would have gladly given her the time of day—if she hadn’t been so displeasing. A cheap painting could be sold for millions but it was the true beauty of the original that drove them insane. Adrian was a true muse for Dante’s Inferno, the seven levels of Hell brought upon the mortal realm as demons dragged innocent souls down upon ragged rock. As they engulfed pale flesh with their forked tongue, speared bone with the talons upon their disfigured hands. A carnival of lust and blood, a desire that the blond craved, indulged in as his darkness grew like a fond lover upon his flesh. Turning blood into searing Ichor, icy hues into midnight storms of lightning strikes and thunderous claps.

     He stretched his neck as the voice whispered inside his ear, rolling his head slightly as if it had gone stiff if only to appease the shivers running down his spine. To quell the hunger that wanted to turn and devour her where she stood like a true monster. But Adrian was not one to make a mistake, not one to slip up in his haste to create art out of trash, out of the filth that the world had to offer him. Like a god of creation, they were his muses, they should have been lining up for him to destroy and rebuild. To turn into something greater than themselves as he opened the metal door. Darkness poured into the hallway and she hesitated, her heels pausing as Adrian finally turned a delicate gaze upon her, heat building behind his eyes as he smiled. “ Afraid are you ?” He purred, “ come, let me give you a taste of temptation. ” Emerald hues rolled at his words, as if he had bored her with such cheap talk.

     Adrian smirked, flicking on the lights as she neared, illuminating the space below with its dusty, rarely used entrance. Her lips quirked in distaste, heels clicking down the stairs as the blond flicked the lock in time with them. Not a soul would hear her screams with the music in the gallery, with the chatter as they moved to the main hall to auction off the pieces. Not a soul would miss such a woman with her too tight dress and her waxen lips, a doll would have better presentation. “ This is where they bring the art in and out when they are finished, ” he began, “ such a befitting place to take someone as gorgeous as you. I mean, art should be appreciated should it not ? Given the treatment that it deserves, a living breathing embodiment of beauty. I’ll make you into something worth looking at. ” He whispered, the words dying off in a quiet chuckle as he slipped his fingers into his pocket, toying with the small pocket knife he had carried in with him.

- - - The RUSH of observing the predator lure his prey was growing with each passing moment as the god watched in admiration for the way the corrupted mortal operated. The ease at which the woman followed the blond into the room that would ultimately be her downfall was COMICAL. She was so naïve—so unaware of the horrors that were just waiting to be unleashed upon tender flesh. His light footsteps would come to a stop, only to allow a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure no others were looking. When the coast was clear, the god VANISHED, slipping comfortably into the world between worlds that he so often lurked when simply wanting to observe the mortals at a close distance. It was easier now to enjoy the show, no longer having to worry about getting too close or making a sound to disrupt the crime that was beginning to play out. Daebyeol was behind the locked door as he phased through the wall, the mortal plane being no match for GODLY gifts.

A pleased smirk was present on plump lips as he watched, silent footsteps moving him around behind the blond who was all too ALLURING with tempting words of subtle warning. “She can’t escape now,” the voice whispered once more, Daebyeol’s lips still as ever as his mind did all the labor. He was half tempted to lean in—to press against the blond’s ear and share TWISTED commands openly. Ah, but he couldn’t reveal himself yet—no matter the strength of the urge. Instead, he carried himself around, comfortably positioning himself between the locked door and the duo. It was solely a precaution should things go AWRY and the blond needed assistance in his adventure, the woman would suddenly find herself lacking any escape when the lock jammed to leave her helpless. “Look at her—you can practically hear her heart leaping in her chest.” A smug smile was present on the immortal’s face, arms moving to fold across his chest as he spotted the way the male fiddled with something hidden inside a pocket. It had been far too long since Daebyeol had been so entertained by mortals, this little blond acting as a BEACON of sheer interest for the god. He wanted to see the human work—witness just how demented that blackened soul truly was. “Stop it’s beating. Carve her into a masterpiece like no one has ever seen. Do it for ME.”