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Adrian walked smoothly into the bar, brushing his hair back when he heard someone exclaim:
"Mr Campbell, you came back!"
The voice was extremely feminine, but as the figure neared it was revealed to be a very dainty and girlish looking guy. He couldn't have been older than 16, and his neck had multiple bite marks on it, his pupils dilated from the venom.
"Hm," was all Adrian said in return. It was a shame to have to kill him, but he was in an atrocious mood.
"Mr Campbell, you came back!"
The voice was extremely feminine, but as the figure neared it was revealed to be a very dainty and girlish looking guy. He couldn't have been older than 16, and his neck had multiple bite marks on it, his pupils dilated from the venom.
"Hm," was all Adrian said in return. It was a shame to have to kill him, but he was in an atrocious mood.
Daemon trotted after Adrian, still holding the phone even though he was pretty sure Melanie had hung up on him. He shot the boy a look that could kill. "Sir there's no point in gorging yourself" he scowled.
"I do this twice a year," said Adrian, "I think it's more than necessary to gouge myself. Daemon this is Pan, Pan, this is Daemon."
Pan arched a little and very competitive eyebrow at Daemon as the latter glared at him.
"Drinks, Mr Campbell?" he offered.
"For him, yes," said Adrian, "For me, you will suffice."
The boy glowed, and began to pass Daemon to get to the bar.
"Game on," he whispered angrily.
Pan arched a little and very competitive eyebrow at Daemon as the latter glared at him.
"Drinks, Mr Campbell?" he offered.
"For him, yes," said Adrian, "For me, you will suffice."
The boy glowed, and began to pass Daemon to get to the bar.
"Game on," he whispered angrily.
He glared right back at Pan. Challenge accepted. "It's not even a game. He's with me the rest of the year" he replied nonchalantly, leaning back on his chair.
Pan glowered at Daemon before fetching the drink, placing it in front of him.
"Drink up," he told him, "You'll need it."
With that, and another glare, the boy sat down on Adrian's knee, who arched his brow for a second before sinking his teeth into the boy's neck. Pan's eyes widened with the delight of the venom coursing through him.
"Drink up," he told him, "You'll need it."
With that, and another glare, the boy sat down on Adrian's knee, who arched his brow for a second before sinking his teeth into the boy's neck. Pan's eyes widened with the delight of the venom coursing through him.
He rolled his eyes. "If you want to be his day old whore, that's fine by me" he shrugged, studying the drink suspiciously and knocking it back, draining it's contents in one go. This was going to be a long night.
Adrian stopped before the boy passed out, leaning back to let the blood take effect. It made him look and feel healthier. He rolled his head back, his hair falling with him.
"I don't know how I'll make it home tonight," he mumbled.
Pan's eyes glinted.
"I'll help you home," he promised.
Adrian would have told him then he wouldn't survive till the end of the night, but alas, he didn't want to spoil the boy's peppy mood. He opened one eye, glancing at Daemon.
"You drank that fast."
"I don't know how I'll make it home tonight," he mumbled.
Pan's eyes glinted.
"I'll help you home," he promised.
Adrian would have told him then he wouldn't survive till the end of the night, but alas, he didn't want to spoil the boy's peppy mood. He opened one eye, glancing at Daemon.
"You drank that fast."
"I"m bored. We were supposed to play halo" he grumbled. "And don't worry, Pot. I can take him home. We're sharing the apartment anyway" he snarled.
"Halo?" mused Adrian, eyes glinting, "I'm rather good at that."
"It's Pan," corrected the boy, "And Mr Campbell, is this your little brother, he's a cutie."
"It's Pan," corrected the boy, "And Mr Campbell, is this your little brother, he's a cutie."
"Right. Pot" he waved a hand. "I was hoping to challenge you." he murmured, ignoring Pan before his gaze narrowed. "No, I'm not" he snarled.
"But he called you Brother earlier," said Pan, feigning innocence, "Did I say something wrong, Mr Campbell?"
"We're not related," said Adrian, "He's my prodigy. I was angry at him for playing with my things so I dragged him back out."
He nodded.
"I accept your Halo challenge."
"We're not related," said Adrian, "He's my prodigy. I was angry at him for playing with my things so I dragged him back out."
He nodded.
"I accept your Halo challenge."
Daemon smirked at Pan, raising an eyebrow. "Awesome. I'll get pizza" he murmured. That woudl be his fourth pizza, but he was still hungry. "Mr. Campbell is the father whilst I am the brother. And you...you can be the prostitute"
Pan's expression faltered for a second before he put the sweet smile on his face.
"Okay," he replied, "And Mr Campbell can be my daddy."
"Oh lord," muttered Adrian, sensing the tension already.
He shrugged, tapping Pan on the thigh.
"Up you get, poppit," he ordered, "I'm going. Halo calls."
"Come back anytime."
"Okay," he replied, "And Mr Campbell can be my daddy."
"Oh lord," muttered Adrian, sensing the tension already.
He shrugged, tapping Pan on the thigh.
"Up you get, poppit," he ordered, "I'm going. Halo calls."
"Come back anytime."
He scowled again and flipped Pan off. "Well...you know you are just someone's bitch when Halo is a higher priority than you" he purred, getting to his feet and walking after Adrian.
Pan put a hand on his hip and smiled.
"Perhaps," he agreed, "But I'm his bitch. What are you? A personal assistant?"
Adrian was out the door by this point, waiting for Daemon to stop bickering and come and join him.
"Tell Mr Campbell he left one of his socks in my bedroom," Pan said smoothly.
"Perhaps," he agreed, "But I'm his bitch. What are you? A personal assistant?"
Adrian was out the door by this point, waiting for Daemon to stop bickering and come and join him.
"Tell Mr Campbell he left one of his socks in my bedroom," Pan said smoothly.
Without warning Dae turned around and punched Pan right in the nose, effectively breaking it. He shoved him into the bar before trotting after Pan, positively fuming as he growled to himself under his breath.
When Daemon got outside, Adrian arched a brow, leading him down the road.
"Did you just have a bar fight?" he asked bluntly, "With Pan?"
"Did you just have a bar fight?" he asked bluntly, "With Pan?"
"So you liked him then?" asked Adrian, "Not that it matters. He does have extremely sweet blood though, I'd recommend it to you if you were interested in such a thing."
Adrian shrugged, enjoying the feel of the cool air and his full tummy.
"But honestly," said Adrian, "I felt like there was tension back there, do you two know each other?"
Adrian shrugged, enjoying the feel of the cool air and his full tummy.
"But honestly," said Adrian, "I felt like there was tension back there, do you two know each other?"
"Oho yeah. There was tension. But not for what you think" he muttered. "I don't know him, sir. I met him when he greeted you. And he challenged me to a little game"
"A game?" questioned Adrian, "And you left me out? How rude. I'm guessing he won if you threw the punch, or am I wrong?"
"No, I won alright" he sighed softly. "But he provoked me into it. So he kinda won too" he muttered.
"Good," said Adrian, "I don't take home losers. You shouldn't have punched him though, silly, his face is his job."
He shook his head.
"Oh well," he said lightly, "I told you that you wouldn't like it, and we weren't even there that long, you distracted me with Halo."
He shook his head.
"Oh well," he said lightly, "I told you that you wouldn't like it, and we weren't even there that long, you distracted me with Halo."
He smirked "I know....I like halo...I had it set up and everything but you were gone longer than expected"
"Halo," sighed Adrian, "Inspired much of the Underworld's architecture. I'm more of an Elder Scrolls guy myself but that didn't quite fit the image."
He smirked.
"I'll have my castle when we've got the world though," he vowed, "I'll have many - I can summer in England and winter in Romania."
He randomly decided to do a flip in the middle of the street.
"And yes," agreed Adrian, "I killed forty-seven people and spent at least an hour with little Pandemonium, I was gone a while. You seemed fine though, hacking into all my precious work with a goddamn screwdriver."
He smirked.
"I'll have my castle when we've got the world though," he vowed, "I'll have many - I can summer in England and winter in Romania."
He randomly decided to do a flip in the middle of the street.
"And yes," agreed Adrian, "I killed forty-seven people and spent at least an hour with little Pandemonium, I was gone a while. You seemed fine though, hacking into all my precious work with a goddamn screwdriver."
He smiled brilliantly. "At least it was my arm's mobility on the line and not yours" He replied calmly, still proud of himself. He hadn't tried out his modification yet, but it seemed to be working. "The pizza was just delivered at our apartment" he murmured suddenly.
"Did you order it before we left?" asked Adrian, and then he got it, "Don't talk to me for a while."
Adrian pouted. There was nothing that irked him more than people tampering with what he'd done. It was offensive, not that he'd ever admit it. He was going to destroy this boy. At Halo.
Adrian pouted. There was nothing that irked him more than people tampering with what he'd done. It was offensive, not that he'd ever admit it. He was going to destroy this boy. At Halo.
He snickered, nudging him. "Aww...I"m sorry I upset you sir..." he murmured gently, not meaning it at all as he raved about how he upset Adrian like that. "Whoever wins the game gets the best bed"
"Out of the question," replied Adrian, "I get the best bed. If you lose you have to wear a maid's outfit when we go shopping tomorrow."
He smiled. Revenge would be sweet.
He smiled. Revenge would be sweet.
"Do I get the wig and makeup too?" asked Adrian, "Oh that takes me back to a whole other time when I was bright eyed and bushy tailed."
He scowled. Fuck you, Stiles.
"Deal," he said, "I can make cyborgs, beating you should be child's play."
He scowled. Fuck you, Stiles.
"Deal," he said, "I can make cyborgs, beating you should be child's play."
He scowled "You're going down" he growled, reaching their apartment and grabbing the controller, setting up the game.




Bar with good music, and home to the courtesan Pandemonium. Come for a drink, dance, meet the love of your life - an enigmatic name for an enigmatic place.