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Started September 18, 2019 by Deleted user

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Tyson was holding a glass but as Sadao talked about Aiko it shattered in his grip. Tyson's hand curled up into fists. "What does he want now?"

"He wanted to hang out. I said absolutely not." Sadao said putting the phone away and staring into the wall.

Lilith had vanished for a bit, while she was gone, another goddamned chaotic bastard showed up. "Ew, this place looks like a rat in a dumpster fire."

"Wow, thanks." Sadao snapped. It wasn't his place but it felt like it. It felt like a college dorm room, everyone owned it but only one of them truly owned it.

"Maybe one with rabies too." The new asshole remarked, raising an eyebrow and grimacing. "Definitely rabies."

Sadao growled. Instinctive, he stepped closer to Tyson. Sure, he hated him but he still cared about him. And he also wanted to make sure Tyson didn't try to eat the newcomer right then and there.

Cassowary turned to the newcomer. Their expression was unreadable due to the helmet and all, but they stepped from the wall, metal claw-like feet scraping against the ground as they stood to observe.

Hiryur didnt even bother turning his head towards the newcomer, probably scanning him with his eyes hidden behind his long bangs. Virion and Mahiru greeted them silently, with a slow acknowledgeable nod

The man poured something out of a bottle and it became solid and formed a chair, he sat into the chair as soon it was done. He looked over the group, sorting them one by one.

Peran flipped around in his chair so he was facing the right way and stared at the newcomer. "Oh, look, another one." He said, partly to himself. He stared for another few seconds, then shrugged and leaned back in his armchair.

Tyson sniffed the air for the newcomers sent but then quickly stood in front of sadao and growled. Still standing in front of sadao but looked away from the newcomer and leaned against the wall.

Sadao took a step away from Tyson and looked offended. He pushed Tyson behind him. "Tyson, you may be the immortal son of Satan but I'm meant to protect you, not the other way around. Now sit down and be a good demon." He glitched a chair behind Tyson who fell into it. He tossed the demon something that looked like a Happy Meal. Sadao sat down next to Peran again, looking like he hadn't slept in weeks.

"So… what's going on between you two, hmm?" Peran asked, glancing lazily over at Sadao. "Are you his," Peran gestured at Tyson, "babysitter or bodyguard or something?"

"Ugh, his dad thought it'd be best for him to get some above-ground experience and I was assigned to watch him." Sadao growned

Tyson looked disgusted at sadao as if him standing in front was a gesture of kindness that was just thrown away like it was an insult. "I need to check on something" he said as he stood and walked out the door slamming it behind him.

"I should probably go after him." Sadao said, following Tyson out the door.

"Helloooo?" Someone said pacing in. He was around 21 and definitely not sane. His eyes were all black apart from the iris on his right and the pupil on his left which just couldn't seem to decide what colour they were. His hair was shaved at the sides and the middle stuck up at weird angles, each chunk a different colour. He wore a leather jacket with spikes along the shoulders. Two jet black wings were folded neatly on his back.

"Helloooo!" Peran said, looking over at the newcomer. "Who are you? Nice wings!"

"Oh thank you! I'm Showtime!" He spread his wings, revealing coloured circles that changed along with his eyes.

"Showtime? Nice to meet you. I'm Peran. What brings you here?" Peran asked, grinning madly.

"Seemed like fun! Also can't open the nightclub during the day. Sadly." He said, looking around the room.

"You own a nightclub?" Peran asked, leaning forward . "What's a nightclub? I mean, makes sense you couldn't open it during the day, seeing as it's a nightclub." He shook his head slightly and looked back at Showtime. "Nevermind all that."

"A nightclub is… well… Like a giant party with very loud bassy music and plenty of drinking. And flashy colourful lights everywhere." He said, opening his wings. The rings on his wings lighting up and shining colours all over the room.

"Oh, I own a club! It's a mafia/drug ring/maybe strip club, but it's still a club!" The man hummed, tipping a weird but fancy hat, his eyes flashing.

"Oh, strip clubs are fun indeed. Alcohol and ladies are quite sought after by many. I own some myself but i mostly own gambling dens. People's addictions are guaranteed to bring you cash, if you know how to play it." Virion hummed, leaned back on his chair with his legs overlapped.