The doors dusty and rusty with age and looked after as well as the demons toenails swung open to reveal what looked like a bar with tables chairs and a scene of silent dust moats chasing the light. He had been in many bars before this one and ran a Nightclub himself so knew that where there is a bar there is booze. yet the lights off looked more like no one has been sweeping the bar in years and dust bunnies and moats would dance the night away.
He closed the door behind him and looked about the place creaking on the floors old boards.
He croaked out covering his nose and mouth to not inhale dust and go into a coughing fit.
Watching people walk in he looked as the dist stirred around him and spun a full 180 degree to face the people. His poison honey golden eyes fixing on each breathing soul with a gaze fit to study and dissects the aura's.
" Well and here I thought a dark angel would be all alone"