Corvenos found himself getting out of the taxi as usual in front of the pit. He opened the familiar doors to the pit, and entered the world of his social life. He sighed. Work wasnâ€™t supposed to be fun. But for him it was far from boring. The pit itself was busy as usual-with demons trying to coax evil thoughts upon the world. He walked till he found the closet that said "workers only". His hands gripped the door knob and swung the door open. Then the door slammed making a loud crack as it slammed and locked itself in place. Swiftly he locked the door.<br/><br/>He tore off his blue trench coat, slipped our of his blue jeans, and reached for the work out fit that he normally dressed in. Which was a nice tan dress shirt, and black dress pants that accentuated his black dress shoes. After all the pit didnâ€™t just dress you classy, they dressed you fancy to keep up a good rep.<br/><br/>He re-opened the door and entered the world of the pit. Which he loved so much. His sleek blue hair shined under the lights of the bar. "Hey Al you can take your break now. The calvary has arrived." He slid behind the bar and put a hand on Alâ€™s shoulder. Al was the owner of the bar, and had hired him as one of very few bar tenders. Who Al trusted with his heart and soul. Which of course could be a bad thing. Al gave him the bottle that was meant for a refill for the man sitting at the bar.<br/><br/>Corv seemed to never regret his betrayal to god or even the fact that he had fallen in love with a demonâ€¦that ended up fucking him over like demons were known to do. There was no reason that he should ever feel bad about what he did, and hell being a fallen wasnâ€™t so bad. No one but Al got to tell him what to do, and he did whatever the hell he wanted without a care knowing that god keeps sending his minions to try and hunt him down. He was wanted but so what.<br/><br/>His hand seemed to slam the bottle down in front of the man as he poured the refill that this regular customer always seemed to want.