The smoke that had been hanging heavy against the ceiling had dissipated somewhat during the volatile massacre that was now complete. The room seemed somber in spite of the jovial expressions playing on the Fallens features and cheers from yet another new comer into this little slice of a forgotten realm known as [i]The Inferno[/i].

	Even with the seeming sobriety of the situation Elishevas spirits were high, releasing that much pain and sorrow in a single exchange was freeing in a way she had never known. Centuries of angst and buried feelings had finally been emancipated. Blood bath or night of passion, it did not matter what form it came in. The burden lifted made her feel light as air and fresh as newly fallen snow.

	Stepping over the bodies that lay strone out on the bar floor. Each one beaten to nothingness, each step taken causing a sticky pull of boots as blood cooled and coagulated.  Sounds of the band playing a dirge softly strummed softly to the patrons ears, the members of [i]The Taint[/i] grinning as they played.

	The only remorse coming from either woman as they moved back to the bar was from Sera and that was only because of the clean up factor. She figured it could wait as she slid behind the bar and Elisheva took a seat; the Fallen of Wrath eying the human who looked like a scolded child after being yelled at. She tilted her head to the side slightly and gave him an approving smile.

	Seras eyes flashed grey as she Auraed the one untainted Seraphim in the room and perked a brow. Leaning against the back of the bar as her arms crossed over her chest and assessed the situation at hand. A Seraphim and a human being bellowed at. It didn't take a scholar to figure out scenario.

	"Well well, what do we have here? A Seraphim and his charge? I don't know whether to laugh, try to make you fall or try to bring your charge under one of our [i]wings[/i]," Sera quipped with a smirk playing on her crimson lips. 

	Elisheva perked a brow in interest as she looked between the two. [i]Oh how poetic[/i], she thought to herself. This was some sort of cruel irony in retrospect but she brushed the thought away as she shuffled her leather coat off and rested it gently on her lap.

	"So, what brings you two here this evening? Come to congratulate me on the Fall?" Elishevas voice was oddly joyous in her words and she had a glow about her; one women wore when they were truly satisfied in the most primal of ways.