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“Oh, Father, who art in heaven,” a soft whisper as heels clipped the cement sidewalk. A ring glistened on his white button-up, reflecting a sun which he could stroll under without so much as burned flesh. 

The young vampire was expertly making his way around the bar at Helium Nightclub, having quickly got used to the crowded conditions of the club since there never seemed to be a slow night. Noel had gotten quiet a few good tips today, although he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised. The cute/shy boy rarely got bad tips considering he tried his best to make sure everyone left satisfied and pleased.

“There is always the fear of not having control.” He admits, “There are plenty of reasons I don’t drink from humans. Whether it’s because I fear I will harm them or just depend on it far too much... I cannot bring myself to do it.” Erik had never been a particularly violent person and most of the time was probably considered far too passive for his own good. “I think I sometimes overcompensate for others like me... it’s why I want to do good. I refuse to believe this world is beyond any type of redemption. That would just be... too sad, y’know?”

This was different. Unusual in the tame and domestic life of the demon Kemuel, one fixated on commuting to work and then distracting himself with idle readings at home. Seeing the tall man, white-button up and ashen pants covered in dark red splatters while hands painted red, in such a state disgraced whatever slivers of angel that clung to him. It was in this instant that he understood how much of a sinner he was. A demon.

Vince had ended his shift at the brewing company rather early, there was still clear outside and the night was just starting to settle in. He had given it a thought about going to a club or the same bar he worked to get a good drink but then he didn't want to be somewhere noisy so maybe just the park would be a great place. With that thought in mind he went to a liquor store in the middle of nowhere and bought for himself a whiskey covered by a paper bag and then started walking towards a bench at a nearby park, he wasn't expecting any company but he wasn't against it either. Just as he had that thought someone took a seat next to him and he offered a smile. "Nice day isn't it?" He said just as a way to start some small talk while he took a sip of his bagged bottle.

      A new city meant new problems, new surroundings, new people. Sometimes the thought of that was exciting, other times it was just exhausting. Still, there was something poetic about a literal tabula rasa and Jonah intended to take full advantage - though, knowing himself, he’d still manage to just be the same asshole only with a new background. He’d always admired people who could truly start over - people who could create a new persona for themselves, a version they wished they were. But Jonah had always been authentically himself, for better or for worse.