FFM15: Derailed
Baal might have murdered him, if she could. Lucifer, her on again off again partner in crime, and his bloody relatives that existed where they didn't belong- they were the only reason she was waltzing right into such a dive as if she owned it. Heels clicked against battered floorboards and for a moment, the air silenced and you could hear a pin drop.
It was simple, of course- one could not plot to take a god down a peg (or five) anywhere else. That being said, a Prince of Hell hadn't been seen in these parts in a decade, maybe more. Now, now there were two. Pace picked back up from a stray whisper back up to the slurred screeching of drunken patrons.
There he was, a stolen breath to slip away seated at the farthest bar stool. Shimmering under the light, his form took that of a wearied old man in desperate need of a shave, and a better bottle of whiskey. It spoke lengths at what he was, what he had been through and somehow didn't begin to scratch the rippled surface of it all.
Baal's bar stool scraped against the floorboard, deafening and numb. There were no words exchanged, not between them, only a nod towards the other end of the bar. Baal should have seen waves of blue hair on something unrelated, completely unaware she had a an audience.
Instead, Baal's eyes fell elsewhere.
Tattered, laced boots stomped up and down on an equally worn table, rallying up a crowd. Dark waves were in distress, thrown back carelessly as the lady lost herself in the atmosphere and the rum with a lyrical laughter. There was stomping, there was singing, and a sway to her hips that was entirely too enticing to resist. Baal was convinced this mystery woman, a rising new comer, was human. Perhaps too human, with a soft glow and a build of tells.
It was like a house of cards in a wind storm. She was derailed, at first by the sheer audacity and then by the sway of fabric against leggings in a way Baal wasn't familiar with. Lucifer muttered something dark an un-repeated before leaving, drink untouched. There would be no end to this now, not until Baal saw it through to the end.
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