Tod looked over as a man walked in. Well not a man but an it. He couldn't quiet put his finger on what he was but he could smell the hunger on him. He then looked back over and watched as the demon and Micheal made their exchange. He wanted to wring Micheal up by his neck for taking such dangerous actions, that demon could do anything and....well he was fine now so all had to do was hope that the new character didn't cause any trouble. He straightened himself back up and watched Micheal and her cross the room to get back to their booth. He wondered what would happen next.

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Micheal did a short nod ans smiled. This one had a pleasant tone, but he wondered why she was here. The he herd the bells of the door and looked over and saw a true monster. He did not stop and continued to walk back over with one thing on his mind, Excitement. Micheal was sure he had met every king of monster out there but this one was different. He had an aura that made Micheal want to put him on a lobotomy table and cut him open. But for now he had to be satisfied with a distant observation. His attention returned to the booth were he sat down and let this demon sit next to him.

"This is Tod James and I am Micheal Von Jence." He said with a smile.

@DashingHeights

Zerena cursed under her breath as she struggled to get her key into the lock. Why was the thing so damn sticky? The smoker was talking to himself and staring at her. She wasn't really surprised that this place had gathered the crazy, she wouldn't be surprised if one more room over was a drug addict by the looks of this place. She only managed to get the key halfway in before she took a step back and kicked it. If it wasn't for the smoker, she'd probably just pick it and this would all be over with. It didn't help any that her ability to open this door now required more luck than it did force.

She pulled it out and looked at the lock, inspecting the handle. She sighed, "You know... At this point, you should probably just take a picture," She looked over at the man and cocked an eyebrow, "Or would daddy not approve of that?"

She normally found that when confronted about their own mutterings, most normal people decided to go back into their own little worlds. Not to mention, she wasn't really scared of him or anyone here really. She could easily handle herself against inebriated human, a piece of cake against the monsters and demons she had been dealing with over the years. She turned her attention from him to the key in her hands. Remaining crouched she started to pick some of the sludge out of the ridges. It looked like someone had tried to fix it and somehow failed miserably at the task, only making it worse.

She sighed and reached into her bag, she didn't care what this guy would say, she was done with struggling with her lock. Bringing out two long sticks of metal, she made quick work of the lock. She let out a sigh of relief when she heard the click of the lock and stood opening the door before she bent over to return her lock picks to her bag and gather her things.

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Madeleine leaned her head back as she walked down the street, reveling in her latest kill. The way the woman had beaten on the man thinking he had brought in a third woman. The look on the man's face as he watched her first walk to the bed before sitting on the edge of it. The way their screams sounded as she muffled them in her hands. They were in an apartment building after all. She couldn't let anyone burst in to spoil all of her fun. Boy, had she had fun. Something about the intimacy of an apartment had made the kill all that more satisfying. Sure, the screams were always nice to hear but the threat of her fun being disrupted and inflicting so much pain without allowing them to scream... It was really quite wonderful.

Her heels made a rhythmic clacking noise as she walked. Heel, toe, heel, toe. She didn't know where she was going... Maybe in search of another victim... maybe find another demon and paint the town red... Well, she had all the time in world to figure out just what it was that she was going to do.

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Olesya had been going to check on Atlas and make sure that he hadn't swindle the poor casino out of too much money when she saw the light. She pursed her lips and assumed this was something worth telling Atlas about... There was clearly another Angel. She headed into the casino and asked a waitress about anyone cashing out large amounts of money and was told about a man who had left moments prior but seemed to vanish. That was definitely Atlas, he must had turned invisible... Maybe he had seen the light, she figured it was best just to go to him. She stepped outside and in an instant was on the sidewalk across the street from the Archangel she was looking for. In the road, she noticed the man that she assumed to be their new arrival threaten a car with his blade. She barely had time to react though before Atlas ran in and pulled the Angel out of the street and onto her side of the road. She stepped forward then and placed her hand on Atlas's arm, "Be nice," She said, giving him a bit of a stern look.

She then turned her attention of the angel and smiled at him, "You haven't been to Earth in a while... Have you?" She asked, her voice soft.

Ian got wided eyed when the girl that was trying to get into her room kicked at the door and mentioned that he was staring at her. Which he realized that he was staring at her a little too intensely. Clearing his throat while keeping the cigarette that had gone out, between his lips. "Sorry... Been a long couple of days.." Ignoring her comment on what he had just been mumbling about to himself. Turning his head to look at his car, fiddling with his keys in his pocket of which one hand had been placed in when he had returned his lighter to its designated pocket. Lost in his own thoughts again, no doubt from all the time that he had spent alone. He pulled himself back into reality fully when he heard the girl rattling around for something only to turn his head to see that she was now picking the lock. Which earned her a cocked eyebrow and a questioning look. On his first thought, she might have been a thief. Never did the thought of her possibly being a hunter ever cross his mind. Not once had ever met another female hunter other than his own mother.

Dominique

"Alright! Alright. Taco Bell it is." he let out an audible, distressed sigh as he slipped the phone back into his jacket. Breathing in the freshness of the mountain air, he decided what was to be done next. The roads were bare that night, with the occasional loading truck making its rounds around the area. Perfect to slip away unnoticed. Although, the demon was still conflicted as to where he was meant to go in order to find the nearest Taco Bell, so he waited. An idea began to unravel once he noticed a distant light inching closer to where he stood.

On the side of the road, he paced back and forth until the truck came by at an alarming speed. Dom paid no attention to its acceleration and proceeded to step in front of the truck's route with arms held high.

"HEY!" with a fraction of time to react, the driver had only managed to slam the breaks once the vehicle fully collided with the demon. He was convinced he broke the young man, but Dom planted his feet firmly into the ground, allowing the truck to skid along with the demon for a single second. The brunette swung around the corner, climbed onto the footstep of the truck and popped his head into the window, greeted by a jarred driver with a rosary clutched tightly in both hands. The man's entire frame shook, as Dom laughed at the expression on his face. "H-how are you--"

"Oh, well... fit, able-bodied young men like me can do wonders." he snorted. He gave the plump driver a once-over with a slight smirk, "...but I'm sure you wouldn't understand."

"Excuse m-m--"

With a rough jerk, the driver had his throat gripped tight by the unscathed demon within a fraction of a second. "Tell me where the closest Taco Bell is. If you hurry, I'll leave you in one piece for your family." The bearded man's eyes darted across and back as he struggled to breathe and get the words out. With a glance to his side and a fleeting breath, he finally stuck an arm out, pointing right ahead to indicate the location of the demon's destination. Dom allowed the darkness of his nature to cloud his eyes, revealing to the middle-aged man who his assailant was. This delighted him, as he knew this would be the driver's last image. A quick swipe sounded in the air, as an array of dark crimson spurted from the man's severed jugular which stained the dashboard and windows. An expression of agony flashed across the man's face, pleading eyes locked with Dom's own pitch-dark pair. "I only said I'd leave you in one piece." Dom whispered whilst the life left the driver's eyes.

This was his queue to make a break for it. Starting off with a jog, followed by a full-on sprint, Dom was happy with how productive that night turned out to be. Normally he would have had more time with the driver, but he figured he could have easily done the same thing some other night. Besides, he had a plan to unfurl with his buddy, so once that's done, mass killings would be a total breeze for him and the rest of the demon population. The moon shone its light high in the sky, which relieved him, knowing he still had enough time to make it before sunrise.

Dominique reached the tiny town, or rather, a mass of shacks and a couple of shabby restaurants within the next minute. He switched back to his meatsuit's original eye color and scouted the area for the Mexican joint. A glint of pink and purple just around the corner had him hyped, but not for the food of course. He casually crossed the intersection before he noticed two men flashing from one point to another within the blink of an eye. The demon's eyes widened as he quickened his pace. The young man stepped into the restaurant and noticed the presence of more than one paranormal entities in the area. Four, to be exact. Inwardly cursing at Paimon's favorite restaurant, he took a seat right next to the door and scanned the room to follow the unfamiliar scent. Dom realized there was another demon present, a lady to be sure. Two strangers approached her, and Dom wasn't sure whether they were hostile or not. Another 'man' had just taken a seat across the diner, from where Dominique sat. The smell emanating from him started to grow familiar as his dread rose. Regardless, he waited in silence to watch the events unfold as he impatiently waited for his friend, and anxiously hoped that the 'miracle-workers' outside didn't notice him.

K frowned as he saw another arrival. Most likely an angel as well... this was odd. He would have quite a bit of news for his boss.

Responding to her, he said, "Well... no, not since the 15th century."

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Redmond was beginning to regret his choice of diner. The blatant
demon’s oder almost sent him back out the door. Disgusting…

The other two near it didn’t have much of a better smell either. They probably came from Eve... yes, that was it. Apparently the diner was a hotspot, he thought as he sat down clear on the other end of the diner, which he could at least tolerate. Only good demon is a meal. Come to think of it, that wouldn’t be too bad of an idea…

The waitress, obviously noticing some of the very things Redmond had noticed, came over, still looking nervous and throwing looks over her shoulder. He took a quick look at the menu. How do humans eat this stuff?

“Just a water for now, no minerals, just some real liquid if you please.” At least he could drink that, although humans spiked their water, too. He wouldn’t be surprised if they had one spiked with borax… although if they did, they wouldn’t last very long.

He saw yet another demon come into the diner. Damn things grow off crossroads these days… He ignored it and looked around for something that would be a real meal. The waitress actually didn’t look bad. Perhaps when she went on break?... There we go. Take her form, eat her, and put some of Roman’s only good stuff into all their drinks…

If just one more demon entered the bar, though… he gave a rather evil look to the female demon with the red eyes before staring at some steaks humans across the street out the window.

Wiping his still-bloody hands off on a towel, Paimon gave the corpse one last onceover before he headed on his way. From what he could tell so far, Dominique’s presence was marked by several others around him, many of them inhuman. Huh. Perhaps Taco Bell was more popular with the supernatural than he’d realised. Still though, he was too far away to be able to sense any specific details about these beings. But whatever they were, it was nothing he couldn’t handle, right? Shaking any remaining doubt out of his head, Paimon worked on honing in on Dominique’s location, and with a metaphorical swish-and-flick, he was gone.

The next thing he knew, Paimon found himself standing in an alleyway, asphalt slippery with ice and melted snow. He liked to think it was good practice to give your destinations a wide berth. After all, you never know just who or what you might encounter. Now that he was closer, however, the demon was beginning to pick up quite the array of signatures. The souls of every creature were different, and apart from the humans and demons, which he’d expected -- there were a few others. One in particular caught his attention, it was something primordial. Something ancient.

At that very moment, Paimon realised exactly just what this being was. How could he have been so blind? In all his years on earth, only one kind of creature gave off such an aura of hunger and agelessness -- Leviathan. What were they doing at a Taco Bell? Paimon had no idea, but he wasn’t about to stick around to find out. Part of him entertained the choice of getting the hell out of dodge before things inevitably went south, since you know, all-devouring monster from the beginning of time? Even if you were the commander of two-hundred legions of demons, cavorting with one of... their kind, was flirting with disaster.

Unfortunately, Paimon had never been the most cautious of demons, and a sick sort of glee welled up in him at the chance of being able to see one of these beasts up close. Of course, it probably wasn’t worth the risk it would pose to his life, but the words ‘sound judgement’ just didn’t exist in Paimon’s dictionary.

Sticking his hands in his pockets, he made his way round to the front of the building. The glowing sign was caked in a thick layer of powder snow, but it was a Taco Bell, alright. The purple and pink peeking through from under the frost was evidence enough, though the ‘50’s diner’ vibe it was giving off was a little weird. Quietly, he pushed opened the front door, stepping through the threshold. Paimon scanned the establishment for Dominique, and moved to join the younger demon at his booth as soon as he laid eyes on him.

“Did you see him?” Paimon questioned, not-so-subtly craning his head to look over his shoulder. He was almost bouncing with excitement. “The Leviathan?”

"Abyzu," her red eyes flashed with amusement at how uncomfortable Tod seemed to be, "Call me Abby." She extended her hand slowly, just testing the waters with these two. She briefly glanced an ugly looked flashed her way, but ignored it. She could sense him and she knew what he was. She had been around for a long, long time. What did peak her interest was the curious amount of paranormal around her crossroads today.

Tod took her hand, only because Micheal was still occupied. He was wonder what her angle was. Demons, in his experience, always had an end game and they used what ever means necessary to get there. Tod could feel the malicious intent coming from the monster in the corner and his hairs stood up. When two more demons came in he decided it was time to go, but Micheal was still eating so they had to wait.

"So what brings you to this city." Tod asked Abby. He only hoped it wasn't to start trouble with them.

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Micheal sat there and watched the two converse. He felt like a kid at a parent-teacher conference. The he looked over at mystery "it". He finally got his finger out of the cuffs and their food was brought over. While he ate he wondered why this city had attracted so many different creatures. Then he felt two more demons enter the establishment. This had begun to worry him but not to much to show.

"Not to be rude, but what is that over there. I ask because I know you know." He asked Abby with a smile on his face and excitement in his eyes.

@DashingHeights

"Buddy, it's been the same Earth it has been. I don't know where you've been, but it sure as hell wasn't on Earth." Atlas sighed, shaking his head as he took a drag from his cigarette. You would think whoever sent this newbie here that they would at least teach him about human life nowadays. Heaven was really being run by boneheads these days... Speaking of heaven, his darling angel had come to see him. More or less tracked him down from the casino he guessed, because the first way she greeted him was to be nice to the very unintelligent angel.

"Nice? I got this guy from being hit by a car, and the guy driving the car from being slashed to pieces by this nestalgic lunatic who thinks everything is a demon... I've done my good deed for the day." Atlas shook his head, blowing little smoke puffs into the air. "Not my fault he didn't get taught about humans by whatever kind of idiotic leadership they have going on up there."

"Atlas," Olesya warned slightly as he refused to play nice with the new angel and in turn spat upon those who worked in Heaven to send Angels to Earth. She released his arm and stepped between him and the new angel, a soft smile playing on her lips, "Well, as you can see a lot has changed since the 15th century and humans have made leaps about bounds in technology. Of example, instead of having to spend our painting, they can now," She paused as she pulled out her phone and quickly took a picture, "Capture the world around us far faster than we ever could before. Which also means, that we as visitors here have to be more discreet in our happenings. Even things that we believe will go unnoticed sometimes get caught by humans and it can cause... issues for everyone involved."

She held her hands in front of herself, "Now, why don't you allow me to get you up to speed a little on Earth so that you don't accidentally endanger more humans. I believe that would be in all of our best interests."

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Zerena slipped inside her room and closed the door behind her before she threw her things onto the ground by the door. The place was gross... She had a feeling that the sheets were not as washed as often as they should be and she was just about positive that blanket that lay on top of them hadn't been washed in weeks. She sighed and stripped the blanket away, leaving her with just the sheets on the bed, figuring it would probably be clearer that way.

Grabbing her bags again, she set her laptop on the desk in the corner before she grabbed her necessities out of her bag and headed into the shower. Once she was clean, the smell of grape wafting off of her a little, she wandered back into the main room and dressed herself. Then came taking out the last thing she needed to make this place her temporary home. Walking over to the door, she opened it and poured a clean line of salt just outside. If the door didn't swing in, posing a threat of disturbing the line, she might have done it inside but unfortunately that wasn't how most hotel room doors worked. Closing the door once more, she walked over to the window and did the same thing, pouring the salt along the window sill. With everything somewhat more secure, she walked over to her desk and started to look for another job to take on in the morning.

With a raised eyebrow and a snort to the girl that just went into her room, seeing that she didn't say another word to him. Ian shrugged his shoulders. Turning around to relight the cigarette that had gone out while he was distracted. He pulled out his keys while walking away. Set on getting something to eat. It didn't dawn on him till he was to his car that he still was smoking. Ian didn't like smoking in his car. He might have been smoking, but, he didn't want his car smelling like an ashtray. Growling and mumbling his frustration to the cold, hunger, and wanting to finish his damn cigarette. Looking around, he didn't think that anything was going to happen here. Not yet anyways. To this, he decided that walking to the diner that was up the street didn't seem like that bad of an idea. Putting his keys back into his pocket, he headed off in search for a cheap meal.

Schaeffer casually flicked the blade on his wrist, with a little blood coming out as was normal. He showed almost zero reaction; this was standard procedure, after all. He then raised the vial like a toast and effectively cleaned the wound with the liquid. The blood washed away normally, with no strange reactions whatsoever.

He frowned as he was asked about his connections around here. "I've always had a bit of a trouble finding allies around here. I had one trusty asset that hasn't responded since last month, and if anything, this place tends to lure the young and the monsters more than good connections."

"I heard something about an artifact... a tablet... around here." He quickly checked around him right after he said that, attempting to pass his reversed procedure as normal. "Have you heard anything about that?"

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Kaephypton nodded reluctantly. "I suppose so... it is a strange world these days. Talthael never mentioned these... cars." he wondered why this place had, from what he could guess, three angels including himself.

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The waitress came back out with a full cup of water. When she put it down, Redmond took a good look and sniffed at it. It wasn't the strangest thing that the waitress had seen all day... but it didn't help her sanity, either.

"I asked for water, yes? And I did mention what I wanted?"

The waitress nodded.

"Then what... is a lemon... doing here?" he pointed at the lemon while giving her a stare. He didn't raise his voice, but his tone was clear enough.

"Uh... sorry... I can get another one." she moved to take the cup.

"No... no... leave it." he glared at her. You're lunch....

She almost broke down as she walked towards the bathrooms on the other side of the diner, vanishing into the ladies room. Half a minute later, Redmond got up and walked in that same direction. Time for lunch.

"I run the crossroads outside," Abyzu waved her wrist nonchalantly at Tod. It wasn't a lie, but she was purposefully omitting information from them. For now, at least. She glanced at Michael briefly before following his mention and chuckling. "Leviathan," she said hoarsely, watching the creature get up and follow the poor waitress, "and he's about to eat the pretty red-head."

Dominique

"Yeah... wait, that dude's a levvie? Oh shit, so that's what the weird reek meant..." Dom buried his face in his hands, chuckling at his own incompetence. His eyes stayed on the ancient creature, stare intensifying as he watched the leviathan follow the waitress to the back. "Looks like shit's about to go down. Or eaten. Good thing it's not us." he snorted.

Dom sat up properly in his seat, pried his eyes away from the unfortunate girl, then leaned in towards the older demon. "So, word on the street is, there's this relic- 'Demon Tablet', to be precise." he said in a hushed tone. "Some oddball brought it up to me during one of our hunts and never have I ever been so eager to hear more about priceless knick-knacks. It's just not me, y'know? But anyway, dude said that all our information was engraved on that damn chunk of rock. Some 'Word of God' bullshit." emphasizing 'bullshit', Dom scoffed. "I don't ever wanna mess with that guy, daddy Lucy said it won't be any good for us. However, I think we have to. Now, the big deal is that if it were to land in, let's say a hunter's hands, that would mean the eradication of hundreds of us a day... aaand this is where we come in. It may sound like a long shot, but hey, almost everyone in Hell knows about it. So if we can't locate it anywhere, maybe at least someone else can. So what do you think? Why don't we contribute some elbow grease to the search? Imagine the feeling of having the right to brag about saving our kind! Oh and, actually saving our kind." he suggested enthusiastically. To be fair, he wasn't even sure if Paimon had heard most of it after having started the speech without ordering anything off the menu first.

Mayla had about given up hope that she would see someone walking down the street that would be willing to take in someone that looked like a dog. Everyone had been driving around in cars. There wasn't going to be anyone walking around this late at night. Especially when it was this cold. That was all till she found someone, finally, walking towards her. He seemed to be busy with his own mind. Tossing the cigarette bud away to start pulling out another one. Letting out a whimpering yell for help to the young man, getting his attention when he looked up and around to see where the noise had come from. Letting out yet another one finally got his attention to look at her directly. For a moment, they held each other's stare. She asking him for help, he wondering if she was just in his mind or if she was really sitting there, as shivering Pitbull pup. Seemingly abandoned and alone.

After the third car passed. Ian put his cigarettes back into his pocket. Having made the decision that this poor thing looked like she needed his help. The shelters were all closed with how late it was. He just couldn't leave her sitting out here to freeze to death by the time morning rolled around, or to leave her out here to have someone else find her. Slowly he approached the dog, not in a million years would he ever think that she was a skinwalker, not no normal dog. Something did set off a warning flag when Mayla came right up to him. He quickly dismissed it as his warm hand softly petted her over to make sure that she wasn't injured.

Redmond slipped into the ladies bathroom ((Wait a minute?...)). He pulled a small vial of blood out of his side pocket and put it by the door. It was from the body that he was currently presenting himself as; it would be useful if he ever had a run in with a hunter, if only to fool them for a little while. He preferred a male body by nature, but he would shift into female form just so he could eat the other employees. Lunch time.

He realized that eating her on the spot would make some noise, so he planned to knock her out for a little while and eat her after he took the appearance of the manager and shut down the diner.

With his plan in mind, he snuck around the corner, staying low so she wouldn’t see him in the mirror. Not that she would anyways; her face was buried in her hands and she appeared to be having a mental breakdown.

He stood back up when he was behind her at an angle. A few seconds later she finally looked up, surprise filling her face quickly. He smacked her cleanly on the side of the head so she wouldn’t start screaming.

He winced as she fell solidly onto the floor, hitting her head again and knocking her out for good. Noise… he dragged her to a stall and positioned her on there. Don’t go away…

he touched her shoulder, assuming her form and shrinking a little in size. If he wasn’t what he was, he would be very weak indeed… how does she survive in that crappy sized body? He didn’t even see muscle on it.

He (or, as of now, she) went back out the door. She was glad that his power allowed her to copy clothes as well - that would be an annoying extra to deal with.

Lets have a little fun… she considered going into the back and luring people, but there was a host of nasty beings to… what did they call it?

Oh yeah, troll.

Ian looked around quietly while resting a hand on Mayla's head. Searching around for someone else that might be a better choice to take the pup that was in front of him. Only turning his attention back to her when she let out a whining whimper mixed with the slight irritation that the boy was taking to long in decided on what he was going to do. What Ian didn't know was that it was too late for him to change his mind. Even if he got up to walk away, Mayla was dead set on following him wherever he was going so that she could have some kind of shelter for the night. Just so that she could figure out what she should do next.

Ian sighed, "come here." Standing up while bending down to scoop up Mayla so that she didn't have to walk on her already frozen paws. When she was in his arms, he grunted while shifting around the unexpected weight that was now in his arms. "Holy shit!!" Mayla didn't react to it other than glaring absentmindedly over Ian's shoulder, putting her full dead weight into him to tell him that she wasn't as heavy as she could be. Making the boy fight to keep her in his arms and from slipping on the slush as he continued up the street. No longer having the idea of going to the diner, tonight, he was going to the store to pick up a few things so that the pup can eat something.

Micheal was as curious as a cat right now. With 3 demons, a Leviathan, and a now dead human in the residence, the night was shaping out to be a fun one and he hadn't even killed yet. Micheal was sure that what he was looking for was in this town, it would be ludicrous if it wasn't. Now all he had to do was find it and have some fun along the way.

"So how are the hunting grounds in this town." Micheal asked while he ate his food.
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Tom watched the two interact carefully, he didn't trust her one bit. Both him and Micheal had run-ins with demons in the past and they never ended well. Now the Taco Bell had three demons in it, and old as dirt Leviathan, and who knows what else that he had not noticed. Tom wanted to leave now but knowing Micheal they were bound to get into some kind of trouble before they leave.