Demitriy had been quietly enjoying his vodka, eyes scanning the crowd for someone who could sate his growing apetite. He seemed like just the brooding, loner type but inside his thick skull was anarchy. The demons within were screaming for blood, others carressing his ear drums with whispers of disgusting forms of sadistic torture acts he could perform on each individual that passed by him. 'Slit her throat and make her choke on her tongue.' 'Slit him from navel to nose and feast on his entrails.' 'Sodomize them with your pocket knife. The little sacks of flesh will writhe at your touch!'<br/><br/>He took another double of vodka before he saw Belladona  walk his way with a blonde gentleman following her around like a puppydog. "Pathetic," he muttered in Russian as they drew closer. He was not looking forward to dealing with this wanton hussy and her helpless trick. She stunk of lust and cockiness. She was full of herself, a spoiled brat.