A rather rude coldness permeated the left side of his face.  His curiosity demanded to know what was the material triggering this iciness.  Tile?  Stainless steel?  Marble?  At this point in time, did this insight truly matter?  Of course not.  An even frostier liquid (with ice cubes, no less!) splashed across his face.  Simultaneously blinking and spluttering from the boorishness of his awakening, Zuureth could now see (though by no means clearly) his antagonist for the moment.<br/><br/>“About fucking time you woke your drunken ass up,” Orias spat derisively.  “You never seem to learn, do you?  Whether it’s through sheer stupidity or hubris, you always find a way to fuck things up, Zuureth.”  The prosecuting demon beheld the alleged guilty demon with a mixture of disdain and disgust, with a mild pinch of amusement thrown in for good measure.  Zuureth could only gape back at him wordlessly, as he still had no clue what Orias was referring to.  A quick glance downward confirmed something for him, however trivial it might be.  Stainless steel, just as he suspected.<br/><br/>With but a glance from his visitor, the jukebox fired up Audioslave’s<i>Gasoline.  </i>Approaching the halfway point of the song, Orias decided to speak.  “After your little soiree last night, that also continued into the wee hours of the morning, our Dark Lord is most displeased with you.”  He purposely stopped there, well aware that a mere mention of Lucifer would cause much squirming from Zuureth.<br/><br/>Sure enough, the demon on the hot seat stammered, “Wh- what did I do?  I was just partying with two women.”  Orias casually shook his head for emphasis, before responding, “This has nothing to do with your love of carousing.  In fact, our beloved Lord is quite taken and amused with your, shall we say, constant pursuit of pleasures of the flesh.”<i>Gasoline </i>had ended, and Orias made certain that the jukebox remained silent.<br/><br/>“But I digress,” he continued, turning his attention away from the source of random music, back to Zuureth.  “You see, it’s not your level of partying that has left our Dark Prince unhappy, to put it mildly.  Rather, it’s who you choose to fuck, through no fault of your own, that is most upsetting to him.”  Again, Orias deliberately fell silent, allowing what was just said to slowly sink in.  For now, he was done talking, as he patiently waited for the flurry of questions and statements soon to come from Zuureth.  A devilish grin, however, never left his face.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="83" data-username="@MintyMinx" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/83/">@MintyMinx</a>