<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The knock on the front door was like a knock on his very soul. Lazy brown eyes slid open as he turned to glare a blurry gaze at the clock on his bedside. It's time marked the beginning of a work day and that the ghosting hours were upon the large bath house that allowed all who were looking for it to find it. Carefully he got out of the bed he had been slumbering in. Silk and heavy furs slipped from his form as he walked bare towards the wardrobe closets that opened on their own for their master. He pulled out a series of silk kimono and slipped them on tying an obi about his waist when finished and glancing at his messy appearance in the large floor to ceiling mirror to his left. That flanked the left side of the doorway to his personal bathroom. <br/>
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He looked feral this day. His long untamed hair fell down his back and framed his face  like a lion's mane. His beard was already trimmed and well kept. Valen King looked every bit of a dark king in his fine red, black and gold robes that were decorated with gold clouds and a crimson moon on the back. After washing up in the bathroom he made his way carefully towards the hallway that led to the rest of the main bathhouse. Lesser demons scurried this way and that preparing for the opening time. He could feel spirits making their way to his home slowly. <br/>
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A lovely imp whose skin was a lush red fluttered over to him to whisper of things beyond the walls of his keep. As she was lighting the lanterns a human followed her to the keep. He gave a nod and dismissed her. Valen wasn't concerned with the fact that a human found the place but rather what that human was doing there in the first place. With a purpose now in mind he left his assistants to deal with the grind of getting everything up and running. After all they knew how to do it just as well as he did. <br/>
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Long hallways were decorated in scenes of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons and many other classic depictions of their kind gathered in groups. Valen greeted guests as he passed them as they ventured from their rooms of stay towards the bathhouse and eateries. His gaze came to stop on the front door. He glared at it before lifting his hand and pushing the object open. His eyes became golden in appearance and his hair far more while with streaks of gold and beads of jade and gold. A pair of horns protruded from his temples making him appear even more demonic.<br/>
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Those eyes settled on the small human woman before him, "A child of Adam," He scoffed, "What brings you to my home and business? I hope you don't expect to find comfort or a place to stay."<br/>
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In the natural world he appeared as he was. It was an odd reversal that he had created for the demons that lingered and made their way to his bathhouse. Tilting his head he sniffed the air slightly. There was a magic coming their way. Holy in nature he could tell by the taste it left on his tongue. He pulled her in to the building and closed the door quickly behind him. It wouldn't do if the holy angels found him now. He wasn't hurting anyone as it stood anyways. <br/>
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"What happened to you?" He asked after he looked her up and down. She was injured in many places. And blood drew darker things than himself. Curses for making him a cautious demon. He glared at the door before shrugging a kimono he had put over his other's off and dropping it upon her head and shoulders to hide her from what was coming through the doors next, "Stay close and whatever you do don't look into this creature's face. He will still your soul way." <br/>
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