He enjoyed his job. To meet thousands of new people was rewarding all in itself. Personally welcoming each and every person was part of the fun. Being dead wasn't so bad. Gone were the priorities of every day life. Money was non existent, and anything could happen in the underworld. There were no laws, no regulations among the forgotten. Of course... Shayde could never compare this to a human life. He looked human, acted human... But he never was. No, he was born here, a spirit crafted from the core of the underworld. He didn't mind however, he only wished he could understand.<br/><br/>The young woman caught his attention. His eyes overlooked the bruising on her neck, sympathy glazed over his expression. Shayde sauntered up slowly, removing his hands from his pockets as he approached the freshly killed. He stopped short, his gaze resting on hers. A life too shortly, stolen by evil. She wasnt meant to be here, but shit happens. He stepped forward, closing the space between them as he leaned down to speak in her ear.<br/><br/>"Don't be afraid, Calista.... It's only death," he said in a low voice, his hands enveloping hers to feel the iced flesh. "It's over," he sighed, pulling back to lock eyes with hers as his thumb brushed her wrist. The scent of a human varied, but this one... And as different. The corner of his lips rose in a smirk, "you look like you could use a drink. Come." Shayde let go of her hands, turning around as he led her across the room.<br/><br/>"Did you know there are only about thirty five hundred deaths related to suffocation a year?" he asked. The man smiled as the succubus slinked off, leaving the bartender to his duties. Seeing the newcomer, the bartender was quick to prepare a cocktail and place it before Calista as Shayde sat down on his own stool.<br/><br/>"Please, sit. You may relax."