<span style="font-weight: bold">Perdition Nightclub, just after 9:30</span><br/><br/>The club was in full force already, despite it still having been early in the night, but that wasn't too irregular for the nightclub. Opening up at 8 or earlier was usually rather beneficial to the bar and even if he hadn't had much in the way of money before, this place would have made him a well off man after a few months. It made enough to cover the excessively inexpensive drinks and various giveaways, add onto that that he was one of the best paying employers in the city, coupled with it's expensive but casual air and all inclusive manner and it had become a rather popular place. He poured the money it earned back into itself, never taking a cent for himself, not that he needed too, existing as long as he had and making frequent trips to the mortal plain had guaranteed more than enough money to last him several lifetimes, he sure didn't need or want for anything if it had monetary value.<br/><br/>He sat casually in his VIP booth, separated from the rest of the club by virtue of being raised above all the floors and closed in with three walls and the sheer glass wall that looked out on the club. Amber liquid swirled in the glass held in his hand, his other hand cupping a cigarette with an almost idle care held about him as he watched the gyrating bodies and breathed in the hormones that wafted through the air like a fog. The brothel was just as much in full swing as well, but he was avoiding it tonight, he would rather focus and while he could shut it off if need be, his own nature would still attempt to work against him. It ran on it's own anyways as did the club, funded very well, environment and employees all served by the money they made.<br/><br/>He pondered Shoggoth for a moment, thinking as well of Enoch who had disappeared to do his own thing for the moment. Shoggoth was ever the unimportant twit, his own sin eventually going to be his downfall, having none of his master's self-control. He found it amusing that the Lord of Pride was getting so antsy about his departure, especially since his own realm and people were as self-sufficient as this club and brothel were, he had little to fear in that regard. He was showing his hand by pressing the matter, attempting more than likely to eradicate himself and take over territory, it hadn't been attempted in centuries since Wrath's predecessor had attempted the same on himself. He was unsurprised, one of the few Lords to hold his power for several millenia without losing it and steadily gaining power, all the new ones were bound to be jealous and seek his power, but he was no weak body Lord, and certainly didn't lack the mind or cunning for power plays.<br/><br/>His eyes flickered to the crowd, immediately picking up Enoch and though the man was obviously still quite tired and a bit haggard, his looks and his natural aura drew attention to him quite readily. Faithful as always, knowing full well what his master was but never fearing for himself, at least after having learned just what kind of fiend that he was in any case. He was rather fond of the Warlock whose mind and body were extremely potent and lacked much in the way of fear which was proving to be as handy as his talents. His connections weren't too bad either and a few had proven quite astonishingly useful in their own connections and information, he was quite useful in building onto his intricate little web. His body and abilities in bed weren't anything to turn ones nose at either and he was quite the quite learner and plenty of zeal for the matter, he'd make a fine addition to his realm one day.<br/><br/>The man slipped into the room without a word or expression change and slipped him the envelope, retreating a bit as Braioch opened it and read it's contents. He chuckled with a slight click of his tongue, "tch, so old fashioned, even in this day and age, and they say that Demons never change, vampires I tell you."<br/><br/>He stood up, leaving the glass in it's moist circle of condensation, flicking the cigarette as he turned to Enoch, "it's begun it seems, contact who needs to be contacted and keep me informed at all times." He tossed the paper and envelope over his shoulders as he inhaled on the cigarette, the papers bursting into flame in midair as they fluttered lazily to the floor, "everyone and everything, you understand? Things are going to become really interesting and we shouldn't miss a moment of it, then get your ass to bed, I may or may not join you when you do, depending on how things go."<br/><br/>Enoch's eyes lit up with vague excitement, though whether it was the idea of Braioch joining him or of what he was being told to do was uncertain and he left in a steady but quick pace. Braioch watched him go, smirking as he snubbed out the cigarette, the remaining smoke coiling out of his lips, "let the games begin."