The music that blasted through hidden speakers around the enclosed space suddenly took a turn for the slow and low, and Camael knew that it was the work of the demon in her midst. What the demon meant to accomplish with the change was unknown to her, but it soon became apparent that the demon was getting closer. She already felt the soft grasp of temptation pulling at her being, like a sweet tune that lulled you to a sleep that you wouldn't awake from. It felt like comfort in front of the hearth. It was no wonder that the humans fell to its clutches.

The sinners around her seemed to sway in content at the music, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss that was Hell. She would not allow herself to be swayed, especially not by smooth vocals and soothing instrumentals. And never in the presence of a demon.

The pull grew stronger, creeping up Camael's system like a vicious snake. She shook it off, sending a silent prayer to the Creator above. This demon was strong if his presence could cause such discomfort to an angel as high up in the hierarchy as Camael, and she hated it. She knew from the very beginning that entering this pit of sin was a mistake, but stubborness and curiousity had pushed her in. And now, she would pay for it. She would be around a demon, but not have a way to dispose of him.

She saw him then, moving through the masses as if he was Moses and the club was the Red Sea. She almost scoffed at herself, comparing such a wretched creature to a prophet of the Creator.