<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/>His mind was a swirl of emotions; everything seemed to fall all against him, and yet, it felt like the world was open for him to toy with. A freeing feeling filtered through his veins, and as he gave a growl, his eyes glowed that same sickly violet that other demons around had. Yet, as the hordes of demons rampaged and swarmed the Club, Mepholes’s movements weren’t slurred and jarring like the others. Perhaps it was because he was simply more superior than them, or that he wasn’t nearly as even so...<br/><br/>Veins bulged along his strong neck as his fangs shone in the blaring lights of the dance floor, his eyes spurring the group some feet from him. They had that same smell, that filthy stench that brought back memories he all but hated to remember.<br/><br/>A smell of demon he had fought some time ago, and had so far eluded, much to the annoyance of SOPHE, and their tactical leader.<br/><br/>But there, in the farthest corners of his mind, another memory took over his senses. A familiar feeling, one that he hadn’t felt in<em>so long...</em><br/><br/>“You know that War Demon, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, and his voice boomed over the screams and roars of demons and scared patrons, his attention too preoccupied with the ongoing chaos around him. A fanged smirk smeared across his lips, as he advanced on the group, his clawed hands preparing for the carnage. “All the sweeter to rip you to shreds...” His impending trek towards the group fell short however, when his eyes scanned over hypnotized demons, destroying the Club as patrons fled for their lives.<br/><br/>It hadn’t been felt since the War, this elation of adrenaline and release overtaking them.<br/><br/>“Let’s see how well he’s taught you!” A horrendously demonic cackle ripped from his throat as his hand grabbed at lone maddened demon, too overtaken by whatever the sweet scent had caused to notice the harsh and powerful grip at their neck. Mepholes lifted them off their feet effortlessly, not caring that he grabbed and shook the demon like a worthless rag doll. With maddened adrenaline coursing through him, Mepholes’s cackle echoed through the club.<br/><br/>“Think fast!”<br/><br/>Without much concern for the patrons around him, or the demon he grabbed, he threw the ragdoll demon with immense force towards the group of humans, cackling as his fist slammed against a table, shattering the furniture to pieces in mere moments. His body bent down low, before his sprang into action, charging towards the group.