The Club,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdna.artstation.com%2Fp%2Fassets%2Fimages%2Fimages%2F007%2F833%2F566%2Flarge%2Framzi-firhx-portfolio-ramzi-f-x13.jpg%3F1508816551&amp;hash=70fc369f0947ef47bfba3e2d0232e363" href="https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/007/833/566/large/ramzi-firhx-portfolio-ramzi-f-x13.jpg?1508816551" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">No Judgement</a>, was a central location for the supernatural to intermingle- Nekomata from Japan, Fallen Angels, Risen Demons, Fairies, Pixies, Mermaids, Vampires, Werewolves, and all sorts of creatures from various mythology's came here. On the outside, to the humans, it seemed rather normal- Hot Dancers, Good Drinks, Pumping Music, all seemingly normal. However, this Location was rather vital to the continued presence and secrecy of the Supernatural in the world. They needed a centralized meeting place to collect and pass information, gather things they couldn't buy publicly, and regroup with lost friends and family. Most of the dancers were working to send money to their families or simply because this was the one place where they could be with others like them.<br/><br/>The Humans that were aware of this place, the Alchemists, Magicians, Exorcists, Witches, and Warlocks were all on edge. But this was the one place they could go to for supplies.<br/><br/>With such a bustling place and centralized hub located directly in a human city, in needed an Overseer to provide insight into things. That came in the form of the Bar Owner of No Judgement. Her name was Kalzelmo, public name was<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F88%2Ff6%2Fe0%2F88f6e0450f70280cd89389e508eca41c.jpg&amp;hash=00b9cb6149c74bf06d294649e1c31d5c" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/88/f6/e0/88f6e0450f70280cd89389e508eca41c.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Spina Mallory</a>. Spina was a Nephalem, a Fallen Angel-Demon Hybrid. Powerful, Wizened, and quite wealthy. She may have had the appearance of a Teenager, but Pittsburgh was HER town, the Princes and the Lord had to go through her when it came to this location, but she was normally pretty laid back. She only got directly involved if someone decided to mess with the shroud placed over the Bar. Spina had rebuilt a home too many times to care about the politics of the other worlds, No Judgement was HER turf, and the other Mythology's would face hell if they started fucking it up for her.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">Her Crimson Eyes lifted up to stare at Everleigh, before pushing a drink towards her. The coaster was a note- '<b><i>Target Goes by the name Jason Cruz. Revenant, Used to live around here, But his house burned down and took his life. Least, that's what the official records say. No idea why, but he's looking for his old family. Will be here soon, so keep your eyes open. Your boss is paying me quite a lot to arrange this meet, but remember my rule- Do NOT fuck up my bar. Got a problem? Take it outside.'</i></b><br/>
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She would then look up as Jason walked in, before pouring him a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fassets.blog.foodnetwork.ca%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F6%2F2016%2F06%2Frum-punch.jpg&amp;hash=a72f277e4aad78a161d4fa07e41945ef" href="http://assets.blog.foodnetwork.ca/wp-content/uploads/sites/6/2016/06/rum-punch.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Rum Punch</a>, which was (to the observant eye) clearly mixed with blood. "<b>Business or Pleasure, Jace?"</b></span><br/><br/>"<b>Business- Anything from any of my feelers?"<br/>
</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d"><b>"Guy named Carl said he might've seen your sister or someone like her- left his number. I'll pass it to you." </b>She said, before pointing towards the Dancers. "<b>Ain't ya going to at least say Hi? Sure the girls, or guys if you're into that, would love to show you around." </b>She said, smirking.</span><br/><br/>Jason would roll his eyes before pushing himself away. "<b>Thanks, but I got plans for tonight- I'll see you Kalzelmo." </b>He said, giving her a two finger salute, before walking out.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">However, unknown to Everleigh, Kalzelmo had slipped Jason a note as well- '<b><i>Angel on your tail, this one means business- No idea who she is, but she's not your run-of the mill guardian Angel, Answers to the Seven. Keep your wits about you and keep your eyes open'</i></b></span><br/><br/>Jason had dealt with Angels before, but hadn't had the pleasure of meeting one properly trained- If that was the case, then fighting her without leveling the playing field would be suicide. Jason would begin walking outside and took a sharp turn, instead of heading home, headed towards a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.ecmweb.com%2Fsites%2Fecmweb.com%2Ffiles%2Fstyles%2Farticle_featured_standard%2Fpublic%2Fuploads%2F2014%2F12%2Fconstruction2.jpg%3Fitok%3D30CJjeqw&amp;hash=f6d0939e5feb5b55dff2bf328515a172" href="http://www.ecmweb.com/sites/ecmweb.com/files/styles/article_featured_standard/public/uploads/2014/12/construction2.jpg?itok=30CJjeqw" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">construction site.  </a>Jason took a sharp turn, before Everleigh would see him.....vanish. He would then, however, appear out of a portal of fire, and try to strike her with a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fvignette.wikia.nocookie.net%2Fdevilmaycry%2Fimages%2Fe%2Fed%2FSparda_Sword_%2528DA%2529_DMC4.png%2Frevision%2Flatest%3Fcb%3D20150508031829&amp;hash=21ba8349b1a07ae5c4df05382c491331" href="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/devilmaycry/images/e/ed/Sparda_Sword_%28DA%29_DMC4.png/revision/latest?cb=20150508031829" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Demonic Sword</a>. Quickly stepping back, he would glare towards her before pointing the sword towards her. "<b>I'm getting REAL sick and tired of you bastards following me and trying to kill me- What the hell do you want from me?!" </b><br/><br/>Well, this was already going splendidly...<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="663" data-username="@PerfectKnightmare" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/663/">@PerfectKnightmare</a>