Person: @samrathx Location: A Party (That's a Codename for a "party") It's been a couple of weeks and while things at Eden are always somewhat interesting and worst case scenario, he can always entice someone to the back room, but Asmodeus can't deny the boredom. All of the decadence, all of the orgies, all of that temptation was easy. It was nothing to look at someone and convince them to steal something or take another glass of wine, say something that was on their mind. Where was the fun? Where was the challenge? The dying man at the foot of the bed has nothing to do with Asmodeus, not directly. The party consisted of a decent amount of vampires who were more than happy to drink their fill of the man who'd shown up to the party in khaki's. That alone was enough for perhaps the entire room to think he had to go. There's ample wine, there's a lot of skin on display, the place itself is beautiful, the lights dimmer around where he sits perfectly perched (with the usual leather pants) on the bed. "You know, I didn't get your name last time." The reaper once again strides into the room as the man at the end of the bed, still khaki clad, fades away as three separate pairs of fangs go to town. Asmodeus doesn't pay attention to them after waving a hand to shoo the vampire's who pout but know better if they want to get invited next time.
