Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

Shut up you're just drunk

"Don' be so grumpy angel, maybe you'll get a girl on your dick tonight." Mammon smirked at me before getting dragged away by two men, each in fits of raucous laughter.

A nightclub. He brought me to a damn nightclub. I knew I should have trusted the squirrel. Not to mention how he just left me here on my own as well. The smell of alcohol and sweat had permeated the entire club; there were flashing lights everywhere, even under the bar counter. What type of club was this? It was so lurid and, off-putting. My eyes flickered around the masses of people, red hues irradiating them. Hands were crawling around waists—some even going lower—whilst others were grinding their bodies against others like their life depended on it. Their roaring mingled in with the obscene music being played.

"Would you like a drink?" a woman asked softly. Her mouth curved into a smile as I turned on my heel to face her. She wedged her breasts between her forearms, and rested her chin on her palm. I shuddered, lowering my gaze.

"No thank you, I'm alright," I answered, about to turn back until she swiftly seized my wrist.

"Come on! You're supposed to have fun, and plus it's on the house," she cajoled, the grip around my wrist loosened as she gestured for me to sit down. I was hesitant, but quick to sit on the black swivel stool, considering my options. If I were to stay in this damn nightclub, I needed to be anything but sober.

"Well, what would you like? I can make anything."

"Surprise me."

She set a circular glass cup down in front of me before heading towards the back-counter. The beverages were neatly displayed on the shelves for people to choose from; each type of alcohol had its own box-like shelf and were put to one side whilst the sodas were put to another. I looked at the woman as she drew a bottle. She had this beguiling aura to her, telling me that she used the art of deception quite often. But there was something else, something more sinister. Her aura, not only was it tainted, but it had the spoor of a demon—and I knew it wasn't Mammon's. It couldn't be Zalgiur...surely not. Since this woman worked as a bartender, she could have easily made contact with the demon by unknowingly serving him.

I ought to keep an eye out for him.

The woman spun around, shaking the steel shaker as she strutted over to me, her heels clacking against the tiled floor. "So, what's your name?" She poured the yellowish liquid before putting a metal straw into the glass and spewing the crushed ice.

"Luka, you?"

"Sabrina, but you can call me Bri." She wedged a lemon piece into the ice, and placed a dark red cherry on top before pushing it towards me. I tentatively picked up the glass as Bri's hazel eyes bored into me. The aroma of lemons filled my nostrils as I brought the straw to my lips. Even with the lemon juice masking the taste, I could tell it was whiskey as it left a warm burning sensation on my tongue.

"Well, do you like it?"

I nodded, taking another sip to verify it. "It tastes pretty good."

"Yeah, it's a personal favourite," Bri answered before she pushed her blue hair back, exposing the tattoo of a snake spiralling up her salient collarbone and biting into it. I wasn't sure why, but it sent a chill down my spine. "I saw you come in with Dante, how do you know him?"

"He's my friend," I replied, moving the straw around the rim of the glass. Had she not had that strange aura, I would have told her that we were cousins.

"Friends...what type of friend ditches you?"

"He didn't ditch me," I averred, "he's just catching up with other friends."