William
Location: Red XXX District: Divine Chaos
Section: The Underground
Players: Hades and Rabbit
OCs: Syarbright and Aeolus
Harold
Divine Chaos. A location that Syarbright often found himself residing in. Whether it was his mommy issues flaring up or the fact that the lonely soul needed anything to feel the place was one of the only areas that felt like home. He wasn't sure why that was. Couples and lovers come to this area to gather in passionate nights of sin and lust. Others have more non-carnal desires that need to be itched. Syarbight wasn't there looking for sex and he wasn't there looking for some type of affection or even partnership. Syarbright was there on business. Green-dyed dreads stuck out among the crowd of sinners and lovers. Fangs shined on and off as the lights reflected off the grill in his mouth. His pockets were filled with an indistinguishable substance packaged in a Ziploc bag with "Snow" Written in Sharpie.

**"I already told you. It's the real thing. Nothing I bring to you is fake. Now you can accept the offer on the table or you can get the fuck out of my face. Unless you are trying to run the fade, Mr. Carlos? It would be a shame if I beat your ass and you have to go home to Mrs. Carlos and explain that you were here. What did you tell her? That you were working late tonight?" **

Loud silence. Syarbright wasn't the best at negotiating, but he knew how to make some money at least. He knew how to do whatever was necessary. Blackmail. Fighting. Even just taking it. Mr. Carlos was a regular customer of Syarbright. While Syarbright wasn't sociable, he picked up on key information about Mr. Carlos each time they had done business. He was a talker. Every time he bought something he would tell a story or two. He would talk about his day. Anything could come out of his mouth just so Mr. Carlos could feel comfortable and less guilty about the dirt he was doing. If tonight worked well, Syarbright was going to visit Matt. Try to get some more resources and increase profits.

_It doesn't have to be like that Syar. You know I just was messing with you. Please leave my wife out of this. I don't want to lose her. Here! Just for being a good supplier here's a tip. May Zeus look upon you with good favor_

**"Don't give me all that. Your money is good enough. I don't need any speeches about some false idol"**

Syarbright was serious. He didn't believe in the gods even though he was a demi-god. He never questioned his strength or any other things that may seem abnormal. He just felt he was naturally gifted, In reality, he still had much to discover. He was strong, but nowhere near the peak of a demi-god normally possessed. Mr. Carlos quickly moved out of the way and headed home. The deal was a success and there was nothing else for Syarbright to do but enjoy the rest of his night. Unbeknownst to Syarbright, some troublemakers watched the deal go down the whole time. Their eyes looked toward Syar's direction but did not approach him. It seemed they were abiding for time for an opportunity to strike. 

**"I'll take a gin on the rocks"**

His order was direct and straight to the point as he arrived at the bar. He figured it couldn't hurt to indulge in a drink or two. Money was placed upon the bar top and taken swiftly. The bartender checked out the currency before he started on Syarbright's order. Eyes still watched him, noticing that he was alone. This was the perfect opportunity to get the drop on Syarbright. Closer his enemies came towards him only stopping about 15ft away. Syarbright was none the wiser. Awaiting his drink, he wondered what to do for the rest of the night. He had messaged a few people but no one replied to Syarbright. He felt lonely, but he would never admit it to anyone.
Mary
_Aeolus snuck out._

It wasn't hard with her particular skill set. Her avians could feed her information and the wind could be silent when it needed to—a perfect combination to avoid the sight of those in Atlantis for the night. 

Living her life vicariously through winged things wasn't always the best teacher, and Aeolus had long since craved firsthand experience. A place like the Underground was the best place to keep those kinds of secrets, secrets about what she was really like when no kind sister or gentle stepmother was around. 

_Tonight. Just for tonight._ 

All she wanted was one night, away from divine abodes in the thick of war.

With practice from braiding her horse's manes in boredom, Aeolus managed to disguise her signature fluffy hair into short blonde braids. Sunglasses in the night time was more eye-catching than discreet so she opted for a simple half mask decorated by lucky horseshoe prints—a random buy that came in handy. It covered up her lower face, something many a patron favored in the Underground for various reasons, so she didn't look out of place at all. 

Unfortunately for Aeolus, she seemed too green, true though it was. As she walked in, her eyes couldn't stop flickering around in the thrill of forbidden entertainment. She looked out of place just from her reaction to every new thing, a fresh faced young female—an easy target for the wicked. 

As she made her way to the bar, she contemplated what famous drinks she could order, wondering about her tolerance for alcohol. _Could human spirits even make her tipsy?_

She was eager to find out. A foot stretched out and Aeolus stumbled, greedy hands touching her hips and waist in an attempt to 'steady' her. It was only when a hand brushed the side of her chest with a grabbing motion that Aeolus belatedly realized. 

_`Oh... I ran into the legendary bar scum...`_ 

A new experience, even unpleasant, was enough to put the Goddess in a good mood. But she couldn't tolerate the body odor, nor the bad breath. The hands that then tried to blatantly grope her chest again became the last straw. 

A frigid wind erupted from her body, slamming the 'good Samaritans' away from her body, creating a vacuum around her that seemed like a forbidden zone. "You're in my way," She said, subconsciously using the sweet voice she used to endear herself to others. Her actions were anything but sweet however, frost forming on top of the closest man's skin as his fingers and toes went purple, numbing rapidly before pricking, burning pain erupted. He screamed, but it was swallowed up by the wind, the disturbance never reaching the other patrons save for those who witnessed the initial interaction then turned their heads away indifferently. 

Aeolus felt a thrill of excitement at their indifference. No scrutinizing eyes meant no authority to follow! She hummed quietly as she continued toward the bar, ignoring the convulsing men behind her who eventually passed out in the vacuum she created, no longer her problem to fix. 

She proudly placed a few bills on the bar, "Bartender, a Mountain Breeze in a tall glass over ice, please!" Her memorized order was rattled off with confidence despite having no experience with the drink or its consequences.
Harold
The underground was not the place for the green and ignorant. People will take advantage of any type of weakness. Not knowing and being inexperienced was not an excuse. Drink in hand, whispers reached Syarbrights ear causing him to glance at the out-of-place goddess. If only he knew exactly who that was, he would rethink any type of engagement. Well she's cute. But does she know exactly where she is at? The question lingered on his mind for a few moments before he returned to his drink. He was no hero. He just hoped she was able to handle the wolves that were around. If she truly was as green as she appeared. Women were tricky and manipulative. Was this thought process a little biased because of family issues he had? Yes, it was. 

**"How much you wanna bet she isn't going to survive the night here?"**

The question was rhetorical as he caught a glance of the "Gentleman" Going for the simplest of moves. The ole trip and feel. If one isn't used to getting pussy, he or she should at least not try to go for the most simple and obvious trick in the book. But who was Syarbright to judge? If it works how can he argue with the results? Drink stinging his throat, he finished his gin and was ignorant of the altercation that occurred between bar scum and the goddess. His screams? Silenced. Whatever Aeolus did it was effective. 

`Do you still want to take that bet?`

Syarbright didn't answer the bartender. Instead, he turned to look at Aeolus after a small search. She was fine? The "Scum" Absent as she was ordering herself a drink. His first guess was that she just told him no and sent the scum on his way, but a person like that doesn't take no for an answer. Looking around, he noticed the result of the altercation. The miniature display of the knocked-out body called out to him. His body immediately gets up to go over towards the area. Upon arrival, he checked to see if the man was at least still alive. He did not need his hands on a dead body. Was he there to help? Hardly.

 Confirming that the man did not have a confirmed date with Hades, Syarbright immediately started to run his pockets for anything of value. Nothing of value was left on the man. Syarbright took his money, keys, credit cards, cheap cologne, miniature comb, and even the belt from his pants. Booty collected like a pirate, Syarbright spotted Aeolus and headed towards the bar to take a seat next to her. 

**"I'm unsure if you are the one who made this possible or some bystander just decked him, but your drink on me" **

His words came with a stack of bills placed on the bar top. He didn't know she already had an order in process. What would the bartender do about this? Make her two? Not take her money? It didn't matter. With the man's belt hanging around his neck like a lanyard, Syarbright started counting just how much he had remaining from his heist while trying to juggle small talk. If only Syarbright had checked the body more closely. The clues were all there and he missed every single of them. The frost over skin and purple toes and fingers completely glossed over. Yeah, the body felt cold but air conditioning was Syarbright's first thought. 

**"So little lamb, what brings you to this side of town?"**

No introduction. No asking how she was doing. No seeing if she was okay. Well, it wasn't like he had tact to begin with.
Mary
Maybe because he'd witnessed her ability, the bartender hadn't dared to shirk when making her drink, the cocktail placed in front of her before her would-be assailants could finish being robbed of their not-so valuables. 

The ice cubes against the red concoction in her glass brought Aeolus a refreshing thrill of emotion as she reached for it and took a tentative sip, subtly inhaling the lemony scent brought by the wedge on the glass's edge. _Her first drink!_ 

...But it wasn't at all what she was expecting.

Her eyes watered instantly, and her nose and throat stung harshly before an enveloping warmth soothed her straight down to her stomach. The mix of sour and sweet, and the spicy lingering aftertaste were far more than she bargained for. Still, Aeolus had seen mortals downing drinks without reluctance—and there was no way she was worse than a mortal! 

The Wind Goddess continued to drink like enduring torture, sucking on the straw with aggressive gulps in hopes of finishing sooner. When the ice cubes finally rattled at the bottom of the empty glass, Aeolus sat back with a puffy breath, her eyes watery but filled with triumphant light, with a bright smile adorning her reddened lips.

It was then that some random stranger she hadn't taken notice of before slapped a few bills onto the bar. 

She tilted her head as he mentioned her handiwork, observing him curiously. "Why would me teaching them a lesson make you responsible for my drink?" She wondered out loud, pondering if it were some strange human custom she had yet to come across. The bar was filled with chatter all around them yet her voice was clear to his ears, like it was sent right to him on the wind. 

While they exchanged words, the bartender slid Aeolus's second drink of the night her way, and she somewhat reluctantly accepted it, wrinkling her nose in reminiscence of the bright but overwhelming taste.

Aeolus bit the edge of the straw as she processed her new nickname, wondering where on earth she resembled those cute wooly mammals whose calls resembled children whining for their mothers. _Was she just insulted? Or complimented?_ 

She couldn't really tell at all. Blinking her big brown eyes, she observed the man before her carefully before finally responding, "If I'm a lamb, does that make you a butterfly?" She gestured to his wildly colored hair and flashy look, a playful smirk hanging on the edge of her lips as her eyes curved joyfully. She swirled her drink around and held it up for him to see, "Is there a better reason to be here than this?"
Harold
_Maybe I am just focused on her_

For some reason, he heard Aeolus clearly without some interference or background noise. All the sounds of the world cut out except her voice. The demi-god was ignorant again of the force that he was messing with before him. Despite this clarity of voice, it wasn't anything to raise suspicion. It produced more curiosity. A natural allure? Possibly. 

**"It's simple really. It's a sign of respect. Gratitude. Instead of leaving here today a couple of bands richer... I am now a couple of racks richer. Double my profits and I didn't even have to lift a finger. Why would I not at least buy you a drink."** Maybe the male was explaining it wrong. **"It's not a responsibility. It's because I want to." ** The addition he hoped made the action make more sense. 


The nickname was harmless. Maybe prejudicial in how he saw her. She seemed like a lamb in a sea of wolves but was that correct? She seemed to be the true wolf among them all. She had held her own already, but was there a need to correct himself? No. This could end in two or three ways. A risk he was willing to take. When she finally responded, the Goddess showed she had just as much bark as she did bite. He had never been called a butterfly because of his appearance. 

_Damn. She grilled my ass_

Silenced by her words, he tried his best to come up with a comeback but nothing materialized in his brain. Luckily for him, he was rescued by an interruption. His lips separated to try and fake a response similar to the one when he was interrupted. The group of men that was surveying him all night finally came up to make their move. One came around and sat on the other side of Aeolus. Three made an arch covering the backside of Syarbright and Aeolus while the leader sat on the other side of Syarbright. 

**"Well. The drinks here are lovely... Too bad they come with a few extra packages. I can think of other reasons to bring you here. You can get drinks anywhere but only in a few places can you satisfy other needs such as lust. Or the need to get some anger out if certain people don't back the fuck away..." **

`SYAR!!! Long time no see buddy. The last time I saw you, I was owed about 3 grand. I'm sure this reconnection means you have my money. Don't be so shy. Why don't you buy us a drink and introduce me to this beautiful woman here? She certainly is breathtaking.`

Oh if only this man knew how ironic his words were. Hell, if only Syarbright knew. He held up 2 fingers signaling that he wanted 2 bottles of "Grey Goose". Annoyance tattooed on Syar's face, he decided to give this man everything he wanted. He just wish his words wasn't like nails to a chalk board. His breath smelled like a mix of alcohol with rotten eggs. Maybe a hints of onion in there. What the hell did he eat before deciding to approach Syarbright and Aeolus with his buddies?

**"Well my dear Lamb, this man's name is unimportant. He is similar to that idiot from earlier, but much worse. Probably just as fucked up in the head but you know he thinks he can get what he wants because he has an admirers club following him which he calls a gang. Just ignore them. Now before I was rudely interrupted... My name is Syarbight. Your residential butterfly"**
Mary
Aeolus listened carefully, giving the stranger her full attention. When her bright brown eyes focused on someone, it gave the illusion of being the only thing she saw, the center of her world for that moment, shrouded in the warmth of a spring breeze. 

She didn't quite understand what she had to do with his gains for the night, oblivious to the happenings between the time she sat down and the time she finished her first drink. But she did understand it wasn't some strange custom. This person was simply being generous toward her for his own reasons. Aeolus didn't have the breadth of experience to suspect those reasons, it only made her smile warmly at the man, pleased by his attitude. "I see," She murmured softly, "Then I thank you for your offering." 

She raised her glass to the man as she'd seen so many mortals do, taking a few gentle sips and realizing the taste wasn't so striking when you grew used to it. Placing her elbow on the bar and adopting a lazy posture, her eyes remained focused on him, eager to know what surprising thing this 'mortal' would do next. 

The seat on her other side was suddenly taken and Aeolus glanced over her shoulder curiously. Then the space around her suddenly shrunk without warning, occupied by strange men forming a human cage. The Goddess's lazy posture slowly became frigid, her smile dulling and her eyes growing cold. 

If there was one thing that could trigger the storm that she was, it was the feeling of being trapped—like right now. "Syarbright, is it?" She said softly, slowly setting her drink on the bar, "I am called Aeolus, named for the island Aeolia where I was born. You said these men are like the trash on the floor?" She nudged her chin towards the fallen men she'd 'taught' earlier, lips curved in a gentle smile that didn't reach her eyes, "So then no one will bat an eye at what I do to the rubbish around us, I suppose." 
``

She swept a gaze over the men caging them in, like she was looking at dead things that didn't matter. In the dark corners of the Underground where no one questioned, sought or stuck their nose in... It was the perfect place for Aeolus to be Aeolus. 

The small radius around their group suddenly went silent, all sound disappearing as it was swallowed by the invisible vortex around them. Maybe they couldn't see it, but the men inside this soundless zone could certainly _feel_ it. The one directly next to Aeolus felt the temperature drop below freezing, his skin instantly numb and painful at the same time. 

"C... Cold! W-w-why is, is it, so-so cold?!" His teeth chattered uncontrollably, his lips so frozen that they began to crack and bleed, filling his mouth with a sickening metallic taste. He experienced Boreas's frigid domain, the one that reaped weak lives each winter, even now in the modern day. The air grew thin around him and his lungs felt strained like they were about to collapse. The man curled up on the ground, rocking stiffly to generate a warmth that wouldn't spark. 

By Syarbright's side, the air turned unbearably muggy around the leader of the crew and he choked on his taunting words, his body feeling unbearably dry and parched as Notus's sultry, summer domain fell upon him. 

"The... The fuck did you do?!" He rasped out in horror, clawing at his dehydrated throat and coughing violently. Vapor rose from his skin as he sweated and it evaporated instantly, over and over again. The ends of his hair curled up in the humidity before drying out and breaking away like pieces of burnt hay, the smell of burning hair invading his nose and making him gag. He fell on his knees, rasping like a man who hadn't touched water in days, his head throbbing painfully, his body feeling weak and his mind delirious from the heat exhaustion rolling over him in waves. His vision blurred and he collapsed on the ground, reaching for Syarbright's ankle desperately. "H... Help..." 
``

The trio that had previously trapped Aeolus and Syarbright in place found _themselves_ trapped. Horrified by the happenings before them, with no thought to resist, just the urge to flee. Aeolus cut their resistance away, quite literally, with Eurus's domain. The three men found themselves trapped in a dizzying vortex of violent wind, slashes cutting through their clothing and drawing blood as they screamed painfully, tossed about like ships at sea about to be wrecked. 

Yet, Syarbright and even Aeolus wouldn't hear a thing, enveloped in the sweet spring domain that was Zephyrus's, feeling warm and refreshed. 

Aeolus watched their suffering expressionlessly, and when she felt they had enough, she flicked her wrist and Zephyrus's blessing blew the violent winds of the other three away, letting the five men drop to the floor limply, with no consciousness left and just enough breath to stay alive. They were covered in the fragrance of lavenders, like a mockery to their previous plight, a stick followed by a sweet, to remind them of their place before the Goddess of Wind. 

A soft hand reached for the drink on the bar but the bartender pulled it back and replaced it with a freshly made one. "On the house!" He exclaimed cheerfully, his smile bright but his back covered in a cold sweat. _What the fuck did these guys provoke and why did it have to be on his shift?!!_ 

Aeolus smiled instantly, returning to her bubbly self from before the unpleasantness, showcasing the fickleness of her domain to its fullest as she scooted closer to Syarbright, "You were talking about things you could get here other than drinks?" She leaned closer with eager eyes, like an excited kid told about a new game, an innocence within her that contradicted her cruel acts against those that called forth her wrath.
Harold
Syarbright had her full attention. Was it because of his charm? Hardly. He was an interesting person that was for sure, but in truth, the curiosity of Aeolus was carrying him. However, Syarbright could have not confronted her and kept to himself. Syarbright might have deserved more credit. While appreciative, he had never seen anyone raise a glass to the demolishing and robbing of bar scum before. It was ironically comical to him. A make-believe scenario came in over his head. Just imagine someone toasting over the fact you got your ass beat for trying to cop a feel. The male on the floor had to be embarrassed. If only he was conscious enough to know the full extent of it.

The men that joined them were trying to act tough and made a major miscalculation. Aeolus did not like to be trapped or caged in. Syarbright thought she just disliked men who couldn't be honest with their intentions. Her smile faded. The beautiful glow is gone and replaced with something more wicked. At least he wasn't the cause of it. _She is not happy that we have company..._ He thought. Confirmation came as Aeolus addressed Syarbright with a question. "Nope. If anything they will probably continue with their lives" He answered simply. His eyes focused primarily on her to see what she had planned. Was she going to break their face in? Leave some blood on the floor?

The display that occurred was nothing short of horror. Pain. Unimaginable pain came among them and Aeolus didn't even lift a finger. The leader was pleading to Syarbright for help. The grasp at his ankle signaled a desperate attempt for relief. For help. However, it never came. Syarbright would not help the man for he couldn't even hear the plea. Syarbright only felt the ankle touch as instincts kicked in causing the demi-god to kick against the leader. How dare he try to touch him! But their punishment was far from over. The blood that Syarbright was looking for came through razor-sharp cuts from the air. Their ichor is just nothin

G but sacrifices to the wind goddess among them. At least she allowed them to have their lives. Was she truly so cruel if she didn't take the most valuable thing imaginable? As if Hades needed more company. 

There is no way I just saw what I saw. She said she was going to do something to them, but she didn't do anything. At least... I didn't see anything done. It's so hard to tell. But why... Do I feel rejuvenated? Almost like I'm outside in some field? It feels so warm and relaxing. All the weight and tiredness from the night is... Gone. I feel like I can go for hours!? Did I take some drugs? Did she do this too? I don't want to believe it, but I just saw all those men become victims. It has to be her. But how? 

He couldn't finish going over all the possibilities. Aeolus was coming in close and hot! Syarbright felt powerless around her, a weakness and a fear of his. Not that he thought he had any reason to fight her but the fact she could do that without any type of movement. If his theory is correct it would make her the scariest person he knew. While the fear never left Syarbright it was trumped by the knowledge that she wanted to know more. What could he teach her? She wanted to learn the wickedness of the area all while having a smile and a childlike eagerness. How could he say no? 

**"What's with you? Have you been locked up or something? Or are you some rich girl?" **He asked letting out a little nervous laugh before getting serious. **"There many things you can find here. What experience are you looking for? I know the perfect thing actually" **He started while going into his pocket and taking out a few tablets. He placed one in front of her. **"Try this. Tell me what you see. Many people say it lets you see some lovely things"** LSD and acid was placed before her. **"There are fights, alcohol, drugs, and chaos that you can get into. Lets start with drugs. You look like someone that can enjoy a lovely night. So let us have a good night no?"**