<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BIqvfay.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Mepholes<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11:20PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black District, Club Zodiac (Inside)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Group<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Blind Rampage<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Skintight Tanktop, jeans, black boots (https://i.imgur.com/Bpt70UT.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>The sweet smell that overtook his senses didn’t cease, controlling and maddening him to a degree that seemed near unbearable. Yet, even as it clouded his mind, it felt so freeing, so exhilarating to feel so much at once. He used to feel like this, used to, yet how could he have ever lived without it, the thrill of the hunt on a much wider scale? Taking little human souls one by one, using them for his own purposes whenever the need arose, it only took as much as it could give. The principle of it all was simply for energy, and yet, how could he deny himself what he truly missed and wished to have again...<br/><br/>Red eyes glowed brightly within the chaotic club, as everything seemed to shake around him each hulking step was accentuated by the demon’s heaving breaths, his fanged smile accentuating the near delirious state Mepholes was consumed by. The human he threw at the group had been dodged, and his eyes caught the one that was hearing to a degree that was unnatural.<br/><br/>A demon perhaps?<br/><br/>No matter. They would all be crushed under his feet in mere moments, skulls and bones cracking iron like grip.<br/><br/>The little vermin run around the club ran for their lives, trying to find a way out, and in that moment Kyless used her magic once more, all in his favor. However, Mepholes stopp3d in his tracks, moving away quickly with a step as the walkway above came crashing down. Loud crashes of metal and screams echoed through the club, and as he watched, he noticed them. The walls that came around, blocking the weaker vermin, to the ones he was after.<br/><br/>They knew Azmodiel; they would die for that.<br/><br/>The mangled metal of the walkway covered his path way towards the groups of humans, but even with that, Mepholes gave another smirk; secluded and separated from everyone else. Could they make it any easier for him?<br/><br/>“Better run little humans!” His warning was all taunting and teasing, as Mepholes went into a frenzied sprint, his crimson eyes glowing within the darkness of the club. Hands darted out towards the broken and mangled mess of the walkway that lay in front of his path, and like a knife to paper, his claws feared and shredded the metal apart. Sickening sounds of  twisting metal echoed in the club, and with barely an afterthought, the mangled pieces of metal were pushed aside half-hazardously.<br/><br/>His path was uninstructed, and his heavy footfalls thumped towards the group of SOPHE agents; there was no stopping him now.