With the door to Room #413 in plain sight, Bridget, who up ‘til now was practically draped all over Zuureth, shoved him hard against a wall.  He grimaced at her offensive move, their faces an inch or two apart.  Before he had a chance to protest, however, she breathed on him with her Margarita breath, and an assist from her chosen perfume, as she said, “You had me all hot and bothered back at the bar.  I was beginning to think you were falling for that blonde airhead who couldn’t even seem to stay upright.”  She clutched his crotch rather forcefully.  “Now you’ve just got me all hot.”<br/><br/>“Well, then, what say we take this inside then?” Zuureth replied, whacking her ass to match her vigorous ball grab.  He could sense Orias was nearby, probably wishing to witness Bridget’s impending demise for himself.<br/><br/>“Now that’s more like it,” she said with a laugh.  The couple completed the short journey to the targeted room, while Zuureth was sure to leave the door closed but unlocked.  Bridget began to undress, her blouse the first to be removed.  He gazed upon those lovely breasts of hers, recalling the fun he had playing and fondling them from the other evening.  Focus! he reminded himself, as her bare skin was all he needed to return the first of many to their Dark Lord.<br/><br/>They hadn’t quite made it to the bedroom yet, and of course, it was then that Orias chose to slip into the room.  Bridget noticed the intruder, and was about to protest vehemently.  As quickly as he could manage, Zuureth retrieved the pen from his pocket while also removing its cap.  He stabbed her in the fleshy part of her left arm.  In the split second she turned to say something, she poofed into nothingness, leaving a thin, black mist of sorts in her wake.  That, too, dissipated soon after.<br/><br/>Before a word could be spoken between the two, Zuureth grunted in pain as a he felt a burning sensation on the inside of his right ankle.  Quickly lifting his pants leg while pulling his sock down, he and Orias watched with wide eyes as the tattoo there seemed to sizzle before vanishing completely, leaving no residue of any kind behind.  The mentor was the first to speak.  “Fuckin’ A, man.”  Sensing what Zuureth was about to say, he beat him to it.  “Hey, first time for you, first time for me, too.  Which is why I wanted to see it for myself.”<br/><br/>A knock at the door interrupted the pair from any further discussion.  Since Orias was closer, he opened the door.  An attractive blonde woman stepped past the threshold, eyeing them both, but focusing more on Zuureth.  “Hey, stud, I just missed you and Bridget in the bar, and I knew where you two would be.”  While she was speaking, the outside of his left wrist noticeably throbbed.  Could it be?  Of course, Orias didn’t have the faintest idea as to what was going on, since only Zuureth could feel the pulsations from the tattoos.<br/><br/>“Where is she?  In the bedroom?” she asked, to which Zuureth simply nodded.  She stopped just short of him, gliding the back of her hand down the side of his face.  “Give me five minutes, and then you’d best be ready to get fucked.”  Giggling, she moved away.  The blonde was still within arm’s reach, however, and with the pen concealed in his right hand, the tattooed demon stepped forward and pierced the back of her neck.<br/><br/>And just like Bridget, she disappeared before their very eyes, leaving the same black mist behind.  Unlike her friend, though, she never had the opportunity to turn and face him.  Once again, the burning feeling returned, as they both now gazed upon the soon-to-be-gone tattoo from his left wrist.  “Fuck me!” Orias exclaimed.  “They<i>both </i>reneged on our Dark Prince.  Shit, man, two in the same day.  Right about now, He must be one happy motherfucker!”  He laughed, while gesturing toward his student to join him in the other room.  Apparently, he had fabricated a crude harness to hide and hold the pen, and he was eager to see if it was effective.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>Focused on the contraption, both demons locked eyes as they heard at the same time sounds and movement from the main room.  Not knowing who or what to expect, they cautiously entered the room, only to discover the pretty blonde woman from the bar.  As the tattoo over his heart pulsated, he took note of her hair now up in a ponytail.  In his opinion, that simple adjustment made her appear even more stunning.  Orias, on the other hand, kept his distance but eyed her suspiciously.  He also remembered her from the bar and how she’d interacted with Zuureth.  This, he decided, would be entirely up to his pupil on how to play it out.<br/><br/>She apologized prior to picking up a piece of parchment from a counter.  And then she spoke . . . of things that neither demon had heard about in quite a while.  She knew.  She knew about the tattoos and what they signified.  The mystery woman gave him the paper and backed away, looking for a clean exit.  “I’ll take my leave now,” she said, though Orias was way ahead of her, placing himself between her and the door.  “Not so fast, sweetie,” he scoffed.  “Who are you and how do you know all of this?”<br/><br/>Zuureth cut in before the woman could answer.  “She’s legit, man.  Last night in the bar, my shirt was somehow open and she read a name that she saw: Abiteth, or Devourer as we know.”  Orias snapped his attention toward his protégé, repeating the feared name.  That appeared to stun the elder demon.  Zuureth moved closer to the blonde, but not too close.  “I’m Zuureth, and that’s Orias,” he offered.  “What’s your name?”  He smiled at her, hoping to put her at ease while the tattoo over his heart continued its throbbing.<br/><br/>Orias quickly recovered.  “Okay, fine, I get that,” he stated.  “But the question remains: Who are you and how do you know all of this?”  He stared at the blonde, eager for her answers.