Caramandia looked around the dark streets, gnawing on her lip nervously. Brushing her hair in front of her face so the red diamond on her forehead was covered, she ran straight over to the club. A tall man with dark eyes and sandy brown hair gazed down at her and she smiled a bit through long, brown locks.<br/><br/>"Hey Xavier, you gonna let me in?" He smirked and I saw his dog ears perk up just a bit. He unbolted three locks on the heavy steel door and beckoned her in. The club was nothing special on the outside, just a rotting, cement building in the streets of New York but inside, music pumped on a bright floor and a bar in the corner was tended by a demon named Tumeas.<br/><br/>Caramandia ran in, slipping off her trench coat and stretched her bat wings. Demon's and magical creatures of all kinds jumped to the beat of I Like It and she finally caught the eyes of her friend, Damian.