Young Writers Society

After yet another flash of light, the three ended up in a dimly-lit, garish impression of a bar. It wasn't very crowded, luckily, but the few demons and various other creatures dispersed around the room studied them all the same.

Aagares smirked slightly, and with Apophis still on his arm, he walked over to the bartender.

"Two glasses of the usual." He murmured, only to glance back over at Auryon. Beady-eyed with mischief, he turned back. "Make that three."

Apophis raised an eyebrow but didn't object, and Auryon stuck close behind Apophis, taking care to be on the side that wasn't near Aagares.

"It's quiet today," Apophis observed as they took a seat.

"Come the night, it's suffocating." Aagares murmured, swirling the black liquid in his glass absently. "Apparently, folks find ways during the working hours to keep busy other than drinking, for the most part."

He raised an eyebrow, a slightly bitter tone passing his voice. "A feat that seems to be beyond me."

Auryon said something under her breath that was too quiet to be decipherable, but her tone meant it was probably something that was none too complimentary.

Apophis merely chuckled. "Most of us who have been around long enough find ourselves with that problem."

"Ah, yes, boredom is a vile curse." Aagares murmured softly, staring into his glass.

As if with a sudden thought, he trained his gaze back on Apophis and curled his lips into a toothy smile.

"Say, love," he drawled, "where did you say you were from. It couldn't have been the surface world, could it have? I know that's where you found her." He angled his head toward Auryon.

"I come from a place and a time when Heaven, Hell, and Earth were one," she said. "I'm as much from any single one as another. I've been serving Hell for as long as I've taken this form, however, so that answer may be more satisfactory. And, yes - that one's from Earth."