<div align="center"><strong>GM POST</strong></div><br/>Time: July 6, Evening, after sun set<br/>Location: Club Malefique<br/>Mood Music: Vampyrean - The Hunger (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16YaMMwutI0)<br/><br/>The sun had set over Darkest Vancouver, sending most of the mundanes into the security of their homes and beds. Others who remained about - the shift workers, the gangsters, the nightlings - still had no idea what walked among them. This was the time for the Night Children: the Vampires. The blood drinking Downworlders were behind Club Malefique, the number place for Downworlders to cut loose and be themselves. Although the primary clientele was Vampires, the Fae, Warlocks, and Werewolves were admitted into the club's gothic chic interiors. The club was within a repurposed industrial warehouse, with a huge ground dance floor with multiple bars - most of them conventional wet bars serving alcohol, but one for the fanged crowd serving blood of various types: animal and human. Above the ground floor, there were catwalks connecting various V.I.P. sections where the terminally stylish and dangerously cool sat in plush couches, partaking the peculiar pleasures of the night that only the Downworld could offer. The upper areas were accessed by guarded stairwells, and admission was very strictly restricted. Wards of various sorts prevented would-be up-jumpers from getting past the stone-faced bouncers.<br/><br/>Dim lighting and red strobe lights played into the gothic atmosphere of the club, and a DJ up on stage was spinning club remixes of Type O Negative. The DJ in question was a Vampire whose stage named was DJ Rotteliebe, and he was dressed in a fairly impressive Tom Cruise as Lestat cosplay.<br/><br/>Outside, a lineup of mundanes and unlucky uncool Downworlders wrapped around the block, hoping to get inside. A pair of Vampire bouncers, dressed in black suits with wraparound sunglasses and earpieces, stood impassively. There were moans of dismay whenever a V.I.P. skipped the line and were granted entry into the club, while the hopefuls were ignored.<br/><br/>It was at Club Malefique that information had the best chance of flowing from Downworld to the Shadowhunters in unofficial channels, but, of course, getting in and getting anyone in the know to talk to them was a challenge in and of itself.<br/><br/>Thus far, the Shadowhunters' own resources had uncovered some promising leads about the strange symbols painted in blood on the Song of Demeter, but it required coordination with the Institutes in Berlin and Moscow. Finding the requested tomes and having them copied for perusal in Vancouver was an ongoing process. Inquiries about King Solomon and research on that front were proving as intriguing as they were alarming. Apparently King Solomon was not a figure of myth, and his subjugation of demons  exceeded the seventy-two commonly known named demons of lore.