<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>GM Post</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">(Tagging: Everyone)</span></div><hr/><br/>“It’s all here for you~” The voice that echoed through that hallway lured Ryusei down a dark path, one that others could not follow. Echoing within the hall I think his ears, his skull, it lead him deeper and deeper, and in a few moments, the warmth and electric sensation of the club left, and a chill came in the air. The hall held a door that lead to another room, yet for the sudden drop of temperature to suddenly occur was all but suspect.<br/><br/>That would be the case, if Ryusei was still within the Club.<br/><br/>Wandering out in the cold night of the Black District, the entranced hybrid walked, one block, then two.<br/><br/>“You say you’re stronger than any you’ve faced, yet you’re so weak minded.” A chuckle came from the invisible entity, as the lights flickered along the street lamps for a moment. “I can see it now.” The feel of a hand at his shoulder, as a chilling voice whispered into Ryusei’s ear.<br/><br/>“Father, ashamed of his son.”<br/><br/>The street lamps flickered back to life, returning to normal, and with light flooding the street, the voice had vanished. No longer was it following, leading, and in those few moments, the spell in Ryusei wore off.<br/><br/>A small click could be heard back at the Club, behind the door that lead to the back alleys, and where Ryusei has aimlessly walked out of.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Purple irises overtook a male club patron, mindless of his actions as he locked the door to the back entrance. That sweet smelling aroma, of vanilla and lilies, filled his senses, and washed over the entire Club floor.<br/><br/>“<strong>She is love. S</strong>he is all and everything.”<br/><br/>The music still pounded against the club as partygoers danced and enjoyed their time, yet as they continued, some began to slow in their movements. Halted suddenly, a trance overtook them, standing still as their bodies began to shake, withering away from the once carefree feeling that overtook them. Their eyes, once bright and full of life, began to glow.<br/><br/>An entrancing shade of violet appeared, glowing along their irises.<br/><br/>The ones that slowed were all but tools, all for her own purpose, and yet, they knew her, knew<em>of</em>her. The aroma was strong, blanketing the dance floor, and in that moment, everything changed. Demons of all shapes and sizes began to act, twisting and moving with mindless abandon. Roars and yells echoed through the Club as patrons unaware continued to dance and enjoy the music, even as demons began to go numb and mindless. The mist invaded the senses, yet all that appeared to be affected were demons; however, not all were under this strange curse.<br/><br/>Only a certain amount, a certain type.<br/><br/>Ones of a specific disciple.<br/><br/>One demon in particular, however, wasn’t as mindless as the others had been...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Nghhhhh!” The rush of power, that feeling of all his nerves lighting aflame with adrenaline had overtaken him. Mepholes had made his way down to the dance floor, intent on taking a few more victims for his time, yet his feet had stopped on their own, and with that, came a scent all too familiar. Lost to his sense, lost to time, his mind wandered as it overtook him.<br/><br/>“He... hehe hahaha.” Deep chuckles came from the demon as his eyes widened, eyes shaking as a snarl came across his lips. He felt it, that familiar rush of emotion and power, one that he thought he would never feel again. Veins bulged from his neck as his muscles rippled, his hands growing the claws that he was all but used to using humans and demons alike.<br/><br/>His eyes, bloodshot, once a normal red, and now, a fully realized purple.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/BIqvfay.jpg)</div><br/>Fangs protruded from his mouth, sharp like knives and equally capable of ripping flesh in mere moments, as his tongue hung from his lips, a feverish look of jubilation across his features. “Fuck yes; more, I need<em>more</em>!” More of that sweet aroma, more energy for his power; his life had all been fun and games, but no longer.<br/><br/>No longer would he roam with no purpose other than his own.<br/><br/>His glowing eyes watched as other demons soon feel underneath that tantalizing spell, as he took in a deep breath, chest heaving from the pure adrenaline that now pumped through his entire body. He needed a release, something to bide his time, to use and break and bloody...<br/><br/>“Raaaaaaaaaghhhh!” With a growl and ferocious yell, his fists slammed against the tables of the club, the furniture smashing to pieces within an instant. His sense of smell was all but working, and another had come back to him; that same scent of the War Demon that he had held a grudge with all this time.<br/><br/>It was on them, on that little group of humans.<br/><br/>His glowing eyes bore straight into their tiny skulls, as a snarl overtook his features.