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Omki looked at her shocked. " YOu can't leave yet, my mom have been dieing to meet you and talk to you!" He Whispered. " Pluse my dad want to play a tune for you..." He siad Patrick looked over at them. " What a matter talking of deals with the deivl?" He asked with a slye smile on his face Omki ran across the room and punched his borther in the face. " SHUT UP!!!! MYYTH AND I ARE TALKING!!!!" HE yelled and walked back to her. " Sorry damn does he get on my nerves....." He muttered. " Any way how long are you going to be gone?" HE asked quitely.

Ash laughed angrily, she had turned out to be quite the opposite of what he had expected, but he would continue to toy. 'Flaw of human emotion... That's where you are wrong. I am the basis of arrogance, the lord of vanity. Those who brag bow to me.' he said. Patrons be damned, he would have her know who he was.

'You see, I am not Ash Tarotte, but the greatest of the Generals of Hell's legions! Astaroth, Lord of Vanity!' As he cried out his true name, his illusory mask dispelled, and his wings shot out of his back. his hair fell down to his back, and his scales shot out of his skin. he grew a tad in height, and his horns jutted out from his forehead, glimmering in the dim light. A darkened halo began to dimly appear over his head. His feet went from humanoid to draconic, with an extra joint.

His white clothes vanished, and in their stead was a simple black dress, not unsimilar to a Roman battle skirt. 'I ruled men's hearts and turned them from the Creator! Just as The Father of Lies turned me and my brethren from the Creator! Those who I ruled trembled at my name! They have forgotten my name now, and I blame Teslae! His blood will end!' His voice resonated beyond echoing, becoming burnt into memory.

He decided to stop showing off, though it was a hard choice to make, and put his illusory mask up again. 'As to who it was that morphed, it was Teslae. I did not know of his Lycanthrope until it happened. As I escaped from harm's way, his human form fell to the ground, and transformed into a wolf hybrid, picking up the dart that had reflected from my scales.

Omki sighed nad kissed her softly on the nose. " Then go then... just... don't be too long my Mom is going to be bugging me about you right when you leave.." He said ans sighed. " Plus it's not too often that my dad brings out his fiddle and plays for people... He's pritty good..." Omki said with a proud smile.

Omki looked at Myyth dum founed and smiles. " Hehehe I Love that woman...." He said to himself. Yuka looked at her shocked and smiled hugging her. " For my dauther to be, I will do anything..." She said. Patrick watched her as Myyth left. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was something off about her. He finally shruged it off and sat down at the bar and asked ofr another water.

As he continued bragging, she bared her teeth, wishing he would shut up, and that she had never made that comment. Her eyes darted around the room, scanning the faces, though despite he had gotten a bit of attention, she didn't see anyone moving towards the door. Then she picked up movement from behind her, and immediately jumped from her seat, reached into her trenchcoat and pivoted to face the stranger who moved. As she caught sight of whoever it may have been running, something flew from the hand that had been digging in the trenchcoat moments before (the arm now fully extended) A knife embedded itself in the back of the man's neck, pierced through to the other side, and he immediately fell to the floor.

She growled loudly, and turned her head to look around. Everyone now seemed to be avoiding looking in their general direction, and the bartender had moved calmly to get rid of the man's body before blood began pooling on the floor. She looked to the bar, and noticed that in her haste to stop the man her drink had been knocked over. Along with that, her wound seemed to have reopened from her quick movement, blood now soaking the side of her left pantleg. "Oh bloody hell!" she yelled, and angrily sat down, wincing a bit, and turned her glare to Astaroth. "You'll be damn lucky if no one else slipped through a window while my head was turned. I don't like the thought of being at a hotspot for a hunter raid," she coughed, raising her hand to her mouth to hide the blood that came from her wheezing, and to wipe it away. She seemed to calm from her fit of rage rather quickly.There was, however, a slight glaze in her eyes from fighting the long controlled blood-lust.

"Now that I'm awake...Astaroth, is it? I'm not fond of those who lie to me, but I suppose I've done worse" she sighed and continued. "So, this Teslae, he took the dart with him? Is it possible that he hired the sniper to shoot just in case something went wrong and he lost? Why else would he take the dart..." she looked over to her spilled drink, now dribbling onto the floor and gave a look of plain distaste, or perhaps a grimace, for in the next moment she had pressed her hand firmly to her left side, feeling slightly dizzy. "Also, if you plan showing yourself like that again, could you please do it somewhere a little less crowded? I don't know if you were trying to instill the fear of God in me, or what, but it didn't work. " She let out a slow shaky breath, and continued in a quiet mutter. "Only three beings can do that."

Willow chuckled, though it seemed more of a sad noise than a joyful one. "If only they were just mortals. Remember that not all who "become" Immortal are happy about it. Some seek revenge, and others only wish to annhialate those who give their kind a bad name. Once upon a time there had been a man who could have only been God's right hand, he was that powerful. He slaughtered many of our kind, and created a band of elite demon hunters that nearly wiped all of the demons off this continent," she said darkly. For a moment she seemed to nearly fall off the stool from dizzying blood loss, and so she reached out to grab the countertop to steady heself, and continued. "And it wasn't just mortals who sided with him. There were lycans, vampires, even a few strong Demons who wanted to clean up the disgraceful mess that had become our race. Although that...man...is now dead, and the Demon Hunter Masters disbanded, I'm certain that there are still Immortal hunters on this earth." She shook her head, and gave a weak smile, noticing some of the tension from the bar-goers slipping away at Astaroth's words.

"Whatever you'd like to call it, Astaroth. Perhaps next time you should keep that large head of yours attached to your shoulders instead of floating up in the sky. Being levelheaded helps in this city, it seems," she smirked, silent mirth evident from the twinkle in her eyes. Though that was gone after she pressed her hand harder against the wound in her side, trying to stop the bleeding. Thank god she wasn't on a period. She'd probably've been dead from blood loss long ago if not for that. "If you have no clue as to why he took it, then I can't say that I would know anything. Be careful, still. If not launched from a gun, its possible he might use it like a dagger. If this Telsae did imprison you, then he obviously knows a weakpoint, and could use the same weakpoint again." She noted that the bleeding in her side had stopped, but still, she kept her hand firmly over it to prevent another tear in the scabbing as she heaved for breath. If she were to get caught in a fight any time soon, she might as well lay down in a ditch and die. But no, that wasn't the way of the Empire, and she knew that all too well.

Willow rolled her eyes, and slumped against the counter. "No weaknesses, my a**," she muttered, watching him leave. He just proved one weakness, and she'd be damned if she'd let him keep waltzing around like a fool thinking he was invincible. Perhaps she'd teach him a lesson the next time their paths crossed, before he got himself killed with his own logic. A few minutes after he left, Willow slid off her stool, and hobbled carefully out, planning on heading back to the hordes to rest.