Sin'rael's Story

The creature opposite to the Korean sat motionless in his chair. The dim glow from the ember of his lit cigar illuminating the man's features slightly, revealing what would have been a pristine and handsome face, though it was marred with scars. He observed the man through dark, cruel eyes. Black as the abyss, and devoid of any light, nor did the orbs reflect light, they almost seemed to repel it.
A long period of time passed as Sin'rael observed the man, not saying a word as he took in the man's demeanor, his expressions, smelling his 'stink'. His lip almost curled in disgust at this creature. 'Humans...' He voiced the word in his mind, dripping with contempt. Sin'rael had almost lost track of how much time had passed as he stared at a being he considered to be prey. What a wonder that something as insignificant as money changed this creature's status from cattle to customer. Though guy was unaware of the shadowy figure's spiteful thoughts, and the contemptuous gaze leveled at him, Sin'rael was sure the creature had begun to feel the predatory eyes that were leveled on him. It was then that finally, he broke the silence.

"I have no time for timidity or niceties, human..." Sin'rael's voice seemed to chill the air. It dripped with malice and hatred. the emotion almost seemed to... radiate from him. A palpable aura in the space around them.

"Speak."

The male new very well that he could easily be killed right there and then, but he still kept his cool about it and felt that he may as well be dead with his horrid leader still breathing. At this point it didn't matter if he would replace him or not, he simply wanted him dead. The leader was naive, uneducated, selfish and just a pain in the neck. The only reason he became the leader was because he took over his father's place, who in fact was a good man. The leader didn't seem to be saddened by his father's death, in fact he seemed more happy than anything; not that Guy really cared about how he felt. Either way, he wanted him eliminated.

After a few moments of silence, the Korean began to feel quite uneasy, he thought it might have been new, unfamiliar territory that made him feel this way, not knowing what they might be thinking is quite unsettling. The man, or what sounded like a man then seemed to finally speak. Guy scanned the figure before him carefully, taking in as much as he could; the way they sat, spoke and so on.
"Mm, Humans are quite problematic." Guy spoke with a serious tone. "Always getting in the way..." Especially spoiled, annoying Humans. He was quite aware that he himself was obviously a Human. Although he wished to be more than something so inferior, he couldn't help it. So he'd have to put up with himself and others of his kind. "I need someone to be. taken care of."

Sin'rael's jaw clenched in agitation. "We do not 'take care' of people." He said snapped, no longer being able to hide his contempt.
"I was clear before that timidity would only test my patience, was I not?" Sin'rael leaned forward, looking the human directly in the eyes.
The alabaster skin of the creature's face shone under the lamp light above the table. It resembled a human, but his facial features were much to lithe and sharp to be sure. An evil pair of eyes stared at him, one milky dead eye, bordered by scars gave the creature an even more menacing look as he pushed for the Korean to state himself clearly.
"I assume you seek our services because your target is well-protected or too powerful for you to . It would be a waste of our time, and your money if it were not the case."
He leaned back in his chair in an attempt to calm himself as he continued. "None can escape our blades, so you can rest assured that your target will meet his demise. However, our efforts do not come cheap."

Sin'rael placed a piece of parchment upon the tabletop before the Korean, along with a dagger who's blade seemed to be made of a porous bone-like material. The parchment contained the terms and conditions of the contract, which not only required considerable monetary compensation, but also a requirement of a blood payment which would be collected by Sin'rael at the completion of the job. There was a space where the man was expected to place his hand to produce a palm print in blood to seal the contract.

Sin'rael leaned back in his chair and observed the man's next move.

The ornate, double doors of the colosseum creaked open, the sudden gust of wind created by the change in pressure whipping up the drapes and rattling the chandeliers, their crystals clinking together like finger bones, a roar high up in roof an indication of the rain that was plummeting down in great sheets from the charcoal sky outside.
A hooded figure stood in the doorway, his cloak billowing around him. And with the dull thud of his loafers on the polished, wooden floor, he made his way to the bar, swinging his long, twisted staff like a walking aid, even though he needed nothing of the sort!
With a long, sickle like claw, he tapped on the bar. “Excuse me,” he said to the barmaid in a well spoken, English accent; but with a voice like blackened steel. “I am looking for the owner of this place. I wonder, do you know where he is? I have… a proposition to make.”

Taking over The Ghoul had been surprisingly easy. The Boss was apparently away on business, and so all Tesslar had had to do was take over the barmaid’s mind and she had been most obliging after that!
His prisoners (seven Jellicle wives, five fairies, a Mithrall Swan, a rare Origin Fruit Bat, a handful of Pokemon and a blue roan Alicorn) had then been shipped in, in the dead of night, via a blacked out minibus, and were now safely housed inside their bullet and magic proof glass cages.
In slightly better spirits, Tesslar surveyed his new, grand surroundings and rubbed his paws together. It was time to prepare for the show! It was just a pity that he didn't have his star performer...
"Don't forget, this is only a temporary stop off!" he told the prisoners. "Tomorrow, we ship out to our new place of resistance. And I am sure you will find it to be most... comfortable...!" And he started to laugh. A long, low, evil laugh...!

“Good evening everybody!” the man in the dark glasses and trilby hat proclaimed to the modest group of individuals who had bothered to show up for the scheduled night. “Thank you all for coming. I, Cassius Countdankworth, will be your host for this evening. And I do hope that you enjoy your evening, while you let us entertain you! And don't forget your free shot to get the party started! Now, without further ado, I bring you: the marvellous, the magnificent, Grinning Ghoul Extravaganza...!!!”
The music began, and with a sweep of his long, black coat, the man (whose hair and beard was also long and black) picked up the microphone and began to sing.
As soon as he began to sing, beautiful women started appearing all over the club, some twirling around polls and others twisting through the crowd as they served out drinks. Every male in the room was truly mesmerized, and by the sight of one woman in particular: A busty redhead who was burlesque dancing onstage, salaciously attired in spiky shoes, fishnets and a tight corset (which was being held together by sheer luck alone!)
Soon she was joined by others and, as the audience members watched the show, transfixed by the staff that Cassius waved as he sang, not one of them noticed The Rats filtering among them, emptying their pockets…!

#”Ow!
Come on!
Yeah!
See-see-see-see-see-come on!
Would you please look at this mother next to me
Frontin' more booty than Peru got keys
Damn, if I don't get that
Wait right there and I'll be right back
Got a new trick in the back of my car
It's kinda like a movie but you're the star
Lights, camera, make a scene
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby
The Endorphinmachine
Yeah, go baby (Go baby)
Tippy, tippy, tin my friend or shall we begin?
Step right up and I'll strap you in
Don't be shy, this won't hurt a bit
Unless of course you don't believe in it
As sure as the dippy dippy wave of my 'do
You'll believe in somethin' before this night is through
Press one for the money, press two for the dream
And get ready for somethin' that you've never seen
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby (Go baby)
Tommy Barbarella, turn it on
Hold up, wait a minute
Ain't no good unless somebody else is in it
You there with the cynical disposition
Perhaps you'd like to join us in a mission
Of fishin' for logic in a think tank
Unless, of course, you're feelin' like a punk and take the bank
But every now and then there comes a time you must defend
Your right to die and live again, live again, live again
Get up, get up, get in
The Endorphinmachine
It's alright, baby (Go Baby)
Don't be shy (The Endorphinmachine)
Yeah, I ain't gonna hurt you
Go baby
Come on, come on (Endorphinmachine)
Well, I told ya (Go baby)
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby, go baby, go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Don't make me!
Cass esta muerto
Cass esta muerto
Que viva para siempre el Poder de la Nueva Generacion!”#