Snazzy The Reaper
After Snazzy's not so classy remark towards his once love interest, kabillions (tens) of the vampire countess's thralls attacked the helpless personification of death. They all grabbed a joint or a vertebrate, Snazzy would attempt to teleport but not with tens of thralls in physical contact with him, that would fry the time-space continuim out of the pan. Instead Snazzy tried to snap necks as fast as possible, all the while more duplicates were made by the elusive shapeshifter.
Finally with John Doe's request for the Angel Blood Elixir Cocktail drink, Snazzy snapped and went into full bartender rage. Just in time the duplicate servents poofed into smoke and Snazzy turned into a demonic form, with a scarier visage and double his size.
This allowed the thralls to fly away, some shot into the chandelier in the lobby, the other into the pool outside, and another through the ceiling and into the first floor. The thralls slowly backed away in reason and went to sit close to their queen.
Snazzy turned back to his normal form and shook the blood off his robes, smiled as he started mixing up a drink for John Doe.
"Wait why the hell am I attending the bar? The Lord didn't even bother to invite me!"
"What?" The other zombie bartender said.
"I know! He says this party is only for monsters and beasts, he said I was a biblical being, bullshit." Snazzy served the drink to John Doe, "I mean the only reason he never invited me is because he still has feelings for the countess, and he don't want one of her old fuckbuddies around."
At that point Snazzy swallowed his sigh and jumped to the other side and sat on the stool, overwhelmed by sadness. "I can't even cry damn it, dry eye sockets"