Isabel "Isa" Rivera

“Little one,” he greeted with a slightly annoyed ring. Not because of her presence, as any other Demons were welcome to approach him anytime, or at least during nights like this when many other creatures were watching and understanding that only his own kin could walk in and feel like home.

He was annoyed because Isa was right. Naj sighed. “I have to admit it has been difficult lately…” He turned his head just enough to look at her out of the corner of his eyes. “But when have I said no to a human? Even more so now that they’re so well hidden.” Had Isa caught a strayed one? Perhaps she did know a small nest. Whatever the case, he wanted to know.

Painted fingers trail down the length of his arms, feeling the expensive fabric beneath as he speaks and Isa can’t help but curl the corner of her lip up into a smirk. “Too much work and you’ll forget how to enjoy yourself.” She tuts and walks so she’s next to him then sits on the arm of his chair. “Not if you know where to look.” The brunette motions to the guard she’d entrusted who tugs the scared human into view, tied up and gagged with a large bow wrapped around her neck. “I got you a little ‘opening party’ gift.” Isa opens her arms towards the gift before clapping her hands together. “I made sure no one fed from her, she’s all yours.” The demon goes to stand up, taking a few steps towards the trembling figure then looks bak at Naj. “Unless you’re too busy being the boss? I am feeling a little hungry.” She can’t help but tease. 

status: open | @calamitousstarters​ location: on the beach

So much had had changed in the almost full year Andrew was gone from Calamity and his underwater kingdom. The responsibilities of his title and heartache had begun to fuse together inside his chest causing a pressure that instead of turning into a diamond - something strong and firm - it began to crack and crumble. He knew he was on the verge of a disastrophe that would have left him either broken more so, bruised or dead. It wasn’t healthy the way he thought about himself as he looked in the mirror each morning wondering ‘why bother’. Everything good in his life was gone because of him, tossed aside because Andrew never saw himself deserving of any of it; a family, love, people that relied on him. So, again, he knew it was only a matter of time before he gave into that small voice that had always lived in the back of his mind so he left. 

Well he left after talking to his wonderful wife with a plan in his hand. 

He left to go find meaning for himself, to help the kingdom that he was now partly in charge of as a way to give himself a purpose. Moving from mer-kingdoms to mer-kingdoms that weren’t part of Calamity and The Forgotten, Andrew used his quick wit and charismatic charms to get them to help his kingdom should a war break out. He wasn’t a strong fighter, he honestly was a bit of a coward but this he realized he could do well. And so he did. 

Alliances joined their side, some more eager to help than others and eventually Andrew soon found himself looking into the mirrors in the morning and no longer thinking ‘why bother’. He had found his new purpose and passion for life and when he felt that not only was his work done, but that spark inside him was strong enough, he made his way back to The Forgotten. 

Back home. 

Andrew had been home for a few days when he finally found the urge to step onto land for the first time in almost a year. Scale exchanged he took his first steps assuming that it would be like riding a bike– It was not. Falling flat on his ass on the sand, he let out a dramatic sigh and rolled his head towards the nearest person because of course he wasn’t lucky enough to be alone for this moment of failure. “Care to help me up? Seems I have lost my land legs as embarrassing as this is.” 

The ocean, not somewhere she would normally go to but the demon was curious. The fight had been over enough for the water to leave her favourite haunts yet there was so much of it here, her immature mind suddenly wanting to throw a rock into it as though it would do anything. Her thoughts were interrupted by movement further down the shore and the demon focuses on the sight of one of the merfolk coming to land, but then he suddenly fell. Isa couldn’t help but laugh at him asking her for help and walks over slowly just to watch him struggle a little longer. “I don’t know.” The brunette crouches down next to him with a smirk. “I kind of want to see the fish flounder.” 

The Nepenthe Reopening | 01:41 am @calamitousstarters​ https://open.spotify.com/track/37kRP7ApXU1RUb2WO1OEj4?si=b466556a9ef249d6

Dark, lush and more enticing than ever, yet with a chilly feeling that warns you before stepping in. The Nepenthe looked richer and fuller than before, but it also spoke more clearly about the infernal being behind its wheel.

The reopening was a success, the club was filled to the brim and there was still a long line right at the gates. Tons of people waiting their turn to see what’s new and what remains the same. Najelon didn’t want to change it all, nor could his already emptied safe handle any more unnecessary excess. Still, the investment was worth it, he knew Raven had done her best to wipe off any sea remains, so he didn’t hold back with the expenses to honor her efforts.

Everything was going well, as expected, yet he had a nudging feeling, like he couldn’t let his guard down, not even a little, not even at his own home. Things hadn’t gone back to normal, not yet, perhaps not ever. Even the business that used to occur at the lowest level of the building was put on hold until time told of a promising profit. So, the Incubus stayed posted at his seat, the one only he and his special guests could use. Higher than others on a small platform before the main stage. 

Of course Isa would show up for a night like this, a chance to put on expensive clothes and mingle with lots of delicious people was far too tempting. The other demon didn’t look too happy and Isa was more than willing to go and tease him, even if he would bite at her presence. She walks behind Naj and brushes her hands over his shoulders then down his arms until her mouth is next to his ear. “Someone doesn’t know when to relax, want me to introduce you to a nice, fragile human?” The brunette smirks. 

where: any bar

who: open to all @calamitousstarters​

when: late at night

“You sure this isn’t mine?” Zane asked as he quickly snatched the glass and lifted it to his lips. He guzzled the drink without even looking at the other. After he finished swallowing, he sat the glass back down, licked his lips, and tilted his head to the side. “You’re right. That wasn’t an amoretto sour.” He shrugged before winking at the other. “Maybe the next one will be correct.” 

Isa’s mouth parts as she feels her drink stolen from her hand, ready to rip into whoever it was when she sees the familiar face. “If you’re broke, you can just say, I promise not to tease you.” She lies with a smirk spreading across her lips. “That was brave of you, what if I was a big scary monster?” 

Peyton laughed and shook her head. “No plans, I try not to make any after a shift. You never know when one day will end up terrible,” she joked, and then raised her brows at the other’s confession. “So this is a secret prison break huh? I’ll just…pretend you didn’t just call the merfolk ‘fish’,” she added. Peyton was up for giving anyone the benefit of the doubt, but seeing as her best friend was a mer, that one didn’t sit right with her. It was then that she felt a gentle wave of lust, she’d felt it before but not often, and it made her blush as she stared at the demon, forgetting to speak for a bit. “Oh,” she said when she finally realized she’d been quiet. “I would have definitely taken you up on that not too long ago,” she smirked. “But I have feelings for someone. I’m still free to be your partner in crime for the night though, if you want,” she chuckled. 

“That’s understandable, besides you can always be surprised by someone unexpected and have your night turned around.” Isa can’t help but chuckle, she’d been stuck with just the demons for so long she’d forgotten others didn’t always hold the same view as her kind. “For you I’ll stop, wouldn’t want you to scrunch up that cute face of yours.” The brunette leaning forward and gently gliding her fingertips along the other woman’s forearm while her aura brushes further over her. “What a shame.” Isa tuts and slowly withdraws her touch. “I bet you would have been delicious.” She smiles and leans back in her chair. “What kind of crime did you have in mind?”