Post by Belial on Sept 7, 2012 7:07:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/belial1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 512px; outline: 2px solid #7a756a; padding: 0px;, bTable] He had just nabbed himself a few contracts, a group of women wanting their own little 'convent' of witches as they called it because they idealized that movie 'The Craft' a movie which yes, Belial had put a hand in to move the idea along just for this very purpose. Teenage girls were just so impressionable, he loved it. Either way, that was four contracts in one go right in his pocket, he was collecting them, the plan was to gather up his own little army of witches, keep them in hand for a while until the time was right. Because this time he wouldn't allow the chance to pass him by. But he entered the diner now not in search of more wayward souls to pull under his black wings, but instead to reward the hard work and planning he was doing with a banana split. Yes, even demons had to eat, and he found that he has a taste for ice cream. Or was that his little vessel having a certain say? Every now and then he'd let the man awaken just to hear him scream, feel him struggle for control in his own skin. But! That was a game for another day, right now he wanted an ice cream, felt he deserved the little pleasure and the demon walked into the small dinner with a certain charming grace, a devilish smirk being sent in the direction of a few waitresses as he sat down and waited for someone to wait on him. Nasty little creatures, they had better start getting used to the idea now because sooner as opposed to later Bel would be the one running that show, and when it came down to it, they would all be his slaves, just as they should be. Until then he hopped that the little blond with the curls would stop eye humping the other dopey blond in the corner. It didn't seem to be happening so he cleared his throat, "Excuse me, service please," The question was in a smooth, accented timber, but there was the hint of annoyed bite to the sentence and he found that it garnished more attention then just the one he had been going for, as everyone turned to eye the tall man in a suit. With a start the waitress came over, apologizing so much it made him want to rip her throat out, instead he waved the useless words away, "Banana split," And with that he essentially banished her, looking around the dinky establishment with a bored, critical eye, just what did a demon have to do to have some fun around here? Maybe he'd kill everyone there before the hour was up. Good practice. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Location:hole in the wall diner Music: Am I Demon - Danzig Outfit:He always looks good Notes:yes the demon enjoys ice cream |
