The first drink after a time away

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Time + Date: 23:40 + September 29th (Tuesday)
Place + Surroundings The Bar Late night

Clothes: Beige dress Link + Black heels Link (7 cm)
Vessel: 25-year old Heloise Link
- Other: Is 1,75 cm + French accent + Demonic presence + No make-up + Short hair reaching above her shoulders

Topic dedicated to: @Caine Rothwell

It had been months via Earth time since she'd last been up on the surface, yet it had been years in hell. She was used to the difference, though it was still quite alien to her, when she left Earth to enter Hell be there for over hundreds of years, only to come back again and maybe 1 year had passed by. She had, however, ditched the Angel girl, it bored her and also reminded her of how she missed seeing Josephine when she looked in the mirror. Of course, this gave a bit of a problem, as she rose from Hell, with no physical body and while also being quite picky when it came to her vessels. So it took about the 4th try before she actually landed someone she liked, and then there was only one thing to do, get something to drink.
She did feel quite tiny in the vessel, having gone from being over 2 meters tall, and now not even standing 1,80 was quite different, one should think with now close to almost 200.500 years she would be used to the height difference between vessels, yet it always came as some sort of surprise for her. Though she did not put much thought of the body beyond being somewhat pleased, she found the closest bar. She didn't care much for the inhabitants of the bar, she really just needed alcohol. So the first thing she did as she entered the bar, was to go up to the bar desk, where she sat down and quickly ordered wine.

She'd just gotten the wineglass placed before her, as a man's voice reached her, she herself turning her gaze towards him, where she was met with the appearance of a tall blonde man. She didn't know him, yet she did sense he was demonic, though not on the older side. She'd learned with her age, that demons tended to get a certain smell, depending on which age they'd reached. Demons over a thousand years almost smelled like dirt, and the older they got, the more they smelled like earth, with a twist of something electric. This one, however, did not smell like that, so she assumed he must be quite young, his eyes didn't quite have that feel to it either, the sense that they'd experienced a lifetime of happenings.
Her brow arched, and she turned to him.
He was handsome, she did have to give him that, though she'd starred at the face of God and the fallen one, so no one really could compare look wise "Heloise, no last name," she answered the french accent prominent with her pronunciations of each letter. She'd chosen not to give her true name, she was curious about this one, or as curious as she was able to be towards a man. It pulled slightly in the left corner of her mouth, pulling towards something that looked like a smile, though it was more subtle. She tilted her head slightly, before sipping from her glass.

"One can surprise," she commented, her deep brown eyes lingered on his own blue ones. Many people often bared their soul, when one looked into their eyes, yet her eyes showed little to no information about her or her feelings, there was a bit of something tempting, but it wasn't as if she just showed her soul to him. As he mentioned his name, she raised her eyebrow once again "Like the human?" she asked, referring to the firstborn human, who later became the first immortal human to ever live, whose name hang close to the demons name. His name didn't give her an idea about who he was, especially since the only thing that came to her mind when he presented himself, was a human and a man of that.
She didn't wear her angelic necklace anymore, so her demonic presence was quite strong, one would easily be able to feel her aura and most of all her power, she was an ancient one, though how old she exactly was, would be unknown for anyone who didn't know her personally or at least had heard of her "So Caine, what are you doing out this night, besides looking towards the girl on the stage?" she asked with the pull on the left corner of her mouth being more dominating.

She'd actually met Cain a few times throughout the years, had even murdered his parents as well as the various versions of them in the span of thousands of years. So she was familiar with him, and to her displeasure also the texts about him. While she herself, hadn't actually read the bible itself, she'd been told about the stories to whatever level she would be bothered to know about, or for what matter was able to hear about. However, one might say she was most displeased with how few texts there were about her, with most of her presence in the bible having been completely removed and her name itself being mentioned once or twice. In the demonic world, she was well known, as well as that of her firstborn son, just like most prominent high-ranking demons gathered history around themselves.
As Caine made indications towards this father, one she assumed either wasn't his true father or he simply wasn't worth putting too much attention towards, she thought towards how she at her birth had never known a true father, with her creators all, in the end, pointing towards disappointment, rather than that of anything else. She raised her eyebrow as he mentioned investment, towards the previously highlighted girl, and it took her a moment to realise what he'd meant, that it wasn't a human he was keeping an eye on, but rather he was one of the more "mainstream" demonic beings, the ones that gathered souls to Hell, which she couldn't quite place whether to think of as pathetic or just a low-ranking job. Though that was just her own opinions on the matter, she herself started out rather low-ranking, as a soldier and then general, and now queen "One could say that," she chuckled slightly. She did realize he may have known where she'd been, but she was quite certain he did not know who she was, because while she was old and this age did leave a certain aura around her, her mind was blocked and very few were able to spot her true person, behind everything that was shown "So was it everything you'd planned, coming to see this girl?" her fingers taking grip around the stem of the glass, as she raised it to take a bigger sip.

She got slightly confused by his comment, to something she had not asked about, and she wondered if he was a weird one, and not weird in a good way. Though her opinions were never really that high, when it came to the male gender, but that was more through personal experiences. His comments about the human soul, or rather just the soul in general, was one she wasn't quite sure she could agree with, the soul could be quite beautiful, the collection of a person's entire life in a kind of smoke form. Before she'd been created, she'd been a beautiful white light, given the shape of a young woman, and now everything that was left was that of a dark and black thundering cloud.
The wineglass laid elegantly in her hand, while she looked at him "Not so much jet lag, more I love alcohol. One can say much about humanity, but at least they can make great alcohol." It wasn't that she didn't care for humans or saw lesser of them, more that she viewed them as weak, and easy to kill, and with no greater power to them. In her mind, they didn't really matter all that much, and she often couldn't find a greater meaning to them.

"well, my general intentions were just to drink some wine or whatever alcohol I craved to taste, but maybe a bit of fun too or some chaos," she was a being that throughout the last many aeons had gathered a reputation as a being of chaos and evil. After all, she'd been the whispering figure in a certain man's ear, that lead not only to the second world war but also the death and destruction of so many people. She was a woman of manipulations, and rarely cared about other people unless they were her children. So her need to create fear in others and make them remember to worry for Hell or demonic beings, were still a huge part of her, one that she'd gotten from Lucifer after he'd tortured her into a weaker version of what she appeared as today.
She emptied her glass and placed it on the table "I do enjoy making fear at such hour of the day," she laughed softly as if she'd not just talked about possibly taking the lives of those around her. It was sweet and delicate as if she'd been spoken to by a lover.

"One could say I've done it all," She'd been the monster under children's bed, the tale of horrors with her bloodthirst and brutality, but she'd also been the devil on one's shoulder, tempting people towards darkness and evil. After all had she not met a certain German, the world might not have known the horrors of the second world war. At one point she even found a certain pleasure in possessing the bodies of children and then slaughtering the parents, and then there are the times she would make it look as if a murder had been committed by the bodies she'd been inhabiting or something much darker than that. Her creativity certainly had no reach for what she could come up with.
She laughed softly, almost finding humour in his words "You confuse curiosity with interest. I hold no regard for what the girl gave you," she said with a chuckle in her voice. Indeed she did care more for the female gender, than that of the male, but that didn't mean she cared for what had been promised in return for whatever she'd wanted. She herself had done many bargains with others, but it was often with something else in mind than what Caine did. She gave power, in return for loyalty, and if people went against her, they couldn't find a place she wouldn't find them, and her vengeance was almost just as cruel as her sadistic tendencies.
"I do love fun though," she said after collecting her thoughts, her gaze going around the room as if she was looking for the right target. She started out quite simple, making a waiter trip while holding a tray of beer, resulting in everything getting spilt all over some fancy rich asshole.

It wasn't a secret she was very old, and her opinions on those around her could change quite quickly. She rarely held anyone in high regard, especially after having moved away from being someone else's puppet and not wanting to be owned by men, dictated how to act according to their wants and needs. Though this didn't mean she couldn't see the bigger picture, just that she didn't allow herself to care too much about others, given that in the past hadn't gotten her anywhere good, she'd cared for Michael to a certain level, wanted to help him and he'd forced her out of her vessel.
His comment about knowing she didn't care about what the girl had given him, didn't make a whole lot of scenes, given moments before had suggested the knowledge as a price, if she could impress him. So either he was stupid or simply just forgot what he'd said seconds before, time would only tell which type it was. She, therefore, didn't choose to comment on what he said, mostly because his so-called knowledge of her opinion didn't line up with what he'd said. At one point she wasn't sure whether they found the same things funny, not that her humour laid with the concept of spilling beer on someone, as her sense of fun often either had sex in it or killing people slowly and creatively, possibly even both.
She used her telekinetic abilities, to get a flask of Whiskey over to them, filling both of their glasses up. Her eyes lingered on Caine for a few moments, she wondered what he would do if he knew who he was talking to, had it not been for her existence, he wouldn't have lived, though at the moment she traded herself off as an older telekinetic demon "Tell me then, what do you do for fun?" she asked with a hint of a smirk on her lips.

Her brow arched, as she listened to him stating off things he liked to do, though he did seem to pause quite a lot between certain sentences, as if in the constant train of thought. As his eyes suddenly changed colour, showing his more demonic side, she was almost tempted to do the same, yet she knew by showing her demonic eyes, she would allow him to know more about who she actually was, as so far she was the only demonic being with pure white eyes.
His comment about the lack of knowledge he had about her, even with the fact he could see so much about who she was, but yet couldn't get many questions answered, made her laugh slightly "where would the fun be if I just told you who I was?" she pointed out, she even wondered if he was ever going to guess her true identity because the possibility of her telling him was small. Many people of power often wanted to show their strength, and show what they were able to do, she hide most of it away, acted weak so that when she would show her true strength or her true form, it came as a surprise to her victims.

She knew why he couldn't get much of the more important information from her, due to her mind being protected from all kinds of psychic attacks or just readings. It had been a gift from a lover many aeons ago so that she would be protected. She didn't get to respond to anything he said before a man so crudely walked in between them, making her raise he eyebrow in slight irritation. Not only was this a human, but he was also male, so in the scale from being liked to deeply dislike, this idiot was at such a low scale, one would assume she would just kill him right away.
Nonetheless, she put on a smile, as she tapped him on his shoulder, making his attention go towards her instead "Hello, I am Caine's associative, why don't we find a more quiet place, so that you may present your case to us, as to why he would make a deal with you?" she suggested, as she got down from the chair, holding out an arm as to invite him towards a room in the back. She'd been at this bar before, and know of this more private room. Her voice had been open and kind, as to make the man believe she was on his side, of course, he would probably be lucky if she didn't torture him to insanity for this complete lack of respect. He might not know of her royalty, but she never accepted this shit from a man.

His way of looking at her only made his path towards pain more cut in stone. She'd tortured people for less than the man had done, but right now she played the role of Heloise, and sadly Heloise was not herself. This did not mean that she wasn't going to have fun, oh she was going to have lots and lots of fun, however, he would not feel very happy about her fun. She nodded, and led the way to the backroom, moving as if she was beneath Caine in rank, as if for this moment he was her boss.
As they came inside, there was a table with some chairs, and she held out the chair for him. Her intentions were at first to watch, at least actually listen to whatever pathetic thing wanted to give in order for power. As if he didn't know, power was not given, it had to be taken, she herself wasn't given the throne of Hell, she took it for herself.

She watched as the "meeting" began, the man putting down his offer, of which he wanted to be rich and the best lawyer, all this both made her want to laugh and then puke in absolute disgust for him. She felt sorry for whatever wife he had if he'd been able to actually get one of those. Her gaze went towards, as she waited for his response, finding humour in how easily the man seemed spooked or for that matter scared. The threats had not even been granted, and yet he looked as if his heart would fall out of his body with no form of warning. She could even smell the sweat coming off him, with that almost being better than his so-called cologne. Of course, the fear itself was sweet as ever.
The sudden change, of not only did Caine not accept the bargain, but he also called attention to her, even going as far as put his life in her hands, which she very much enjoyed "You're doing good in not accepting the bargain his soul is hardly anything worth. I wouldn't allow a lower demon to even go near it, who knows what they might get from touching such filth." She laughed coldly at him, walking towards the table, putting her hands against Bill's shoulders, putting just enough weight down, that he would not be able to get up again "You're truly are pathetic William, walking in as if you own anything. I'll imagine your wife feeling dirty every time you touch her," her hands gripped tighter, and the human would feel her sharp nails grow even sharper and longer, going through the suit and into his skin.

She was disgusted by this man, everything about him made her want to torture him in Hell, maybe she would even give him the honour of being her pet. Not that she would care much for him, though her hellhounds would very much enjoy him, not that he would enjoy them. As she looked at him, as Caine started asking questions, yet he somehow now choice it was time to remain quiet, when before he seemed unable to shut up. She jammed her razor-sharp nails into his shoulder "Answer him you disgusting pig," with her fingers she made a movement, tightening his tie around his neck.