Lilith’s Club
@citrus-himmel
The pitter-patter of rain got louder the more he listened, droplets falling seamlessly onto the concrete around him, like an orchestra conducted by the clouds and thunder its accompaniment. Doflamingo breathed the air in, the pronounced smell of rain mixing with nature, the creation he could claim nearly perfect. Unlike the one swarming beneath him in masses, filthy creatures that dared breathe in the same air as him, corpses over which he would walk over.
His HATE for humanity, God and Heaven was fed every day, with every glance he took and every thought he had. He stood up atop the tower he was sitting on - always above the filth he walked upon, letting the rain touch his skin for the first time that night, eyes turning scarlet and chained fist clenching as BLOODLUST hit him. Lips stretched in a devious grin at what he had planned to do that night, aura trickling on his being. Until he stopped it.
Ah, that was reckless. It was a good thing he was so high up, still he figured a nearby hunter could’ve felt that wave. He had to be a bit more careful, at least until he found one more artifact.
Black wings stretched out and took flight, his next location of search being a local night club. Wherever there were crowds, there was money, and that coin could’ve been in anyone’s pocket. It irritated him slightly he couldn’t pinpoint the artifacts until he came close to them, but the compensation he took was the chaos he ended up creating.
The place itself reeked of filth, sex, alcohol and lust, nothing unusual for a night club. The lights weren’t to his liking, but then again, nothing humane was, and the music was sheer pressure on his eardrums. He hated it all, yet he remained calm, his appearance nothing but of a young normal male that ended up sheltering from the rain, or came to have a good time. Considering his looks, he figured everyone would deduce the later.
Even if the place was packed with young people dancing and grinding against each other, dancers earning extra money and those watching eating out of the palm of their hand, he pushed forward towards the cocktail bar. If anyone had any information around that place and people in the town, it was always the waiters. But before that, he needed a drink, and with a bright smile and a few water droplets sliding off his hair he gave his order to the young woman. ❝ One Mai Tai, if possible. If not, anything will do. ❞ Considering how much the filth drank, he wouldn’t be surprised if there was no rum left.
