A Lord of Sin in the land of Sinners. - I n t r o

Barnabus sat up in the back of the vehicle, awoken by the sounds of crunching and squelches from the front drivers seat. He blinked a few times, "Vixen, for hell's sake could you eat a little more quietly. I'm trying to sleep off the effects of last nights imbibing." He snapped, throwing a bitter glance to the front of the car, where the demonic servant was sinking her teeth into the fleshy heart of his latest concubine. "Vixen..." He whined in frustration, bringing his hands to the sides of his face, "When I requested you take care of her, I meant drop her off at one's of those overnight establishments, whatever they're called...ah, yes, motels. By no means was this instruction for you to eat her." He scolded, rubbing his temples. Vixen sat up straight, exposing the corpse beneath her, eying him with her attractive 'human face'; her ruby eyes glowing with demonic energy, horns that were usually hidden pressing up into the roof of the car, blood staining her chin, neck and the front of her clothes. She swallowed her bite before addressing him.

"My apologies, My Lord, I misunderstood your request. I assumed you were permitting me to end her and took it upon myself to devour her. Forgive me Lord Icarus, it has been some time since my last meal, I found myself unable to resist." She answered stoically. Icarus sighed, albeit frustrated, he supposed she was right. On the notion of keeping a low profile, he hadn't permitted her to snack on any humans for a few weeks now, it was no wonder she hadn't snapped sooner. "It's fine. Just tell me in the future if you're hungry, we can find someone a little more disposable for lunch. Now tell me, where have we ended up this time?"

"We are in the land of Sin, my Lord."

Sin, how fitting.

Icarus's lips curled into an amused smirk as he reflected on this. Its sweet irony was more than amusing to the human-inhabiting demon, as a hell-dweller, he knew plenty of sin. It's fundamentals, it's foundations, it's many, many sumptuous flavours. He spent quite a few month on the humans plane, the middle ground as it were. Enjoying months of living in reckless abandon in this new exquisite body of his, testing out the waters after such a long, long, time of the underworlds entrapments and duties. It seemed that the big man downstairs had yet to make any attempts to reclaim the Demon Lord, or perhaps he didn't know that Icarus was missing. It was highly unlikely.

Perhaps he didn't care, or maybe it was just that he knew something would bring him back. But alas, not any time soon. Icarus had the full undeniable intent of enjoying his stay on earth for as long as he could salvage it, fleeing his duties from the family titles belonging to this 'body'. He had someone working there in his stead, who would be keeping him up to date with any matters to so as to not 'arouse suspicion'. In the meantime, he had decided to venture out and explore. Tasting the divine treasures of the world, and it had been a wild, and enlightening journey.

"Tidy yourself up Vixen, I'm going to stretch my legs before we head back into civilisation." He told her, opening the car door, he stepped onto the desolate earth. Brushing down his expensive dark grey suit, he looked around, admirations the plains of Sin .. They felt so oddly familiar to him, elements of it reminding him of the underworld, some of the realms also like to adopt such looks of 'utter abandonment'. He strolled along trying to recollect last nights machinations, they had consumed quite a lot of alcohol, something called 'Absinthe' had been introduced to him and some how he'd ended up driving out here with this particularly delicious little human girl and enjoying several hours of intimate indulgence with her. He had summoned Vixen during his drunken stupor to take the girl away before passing out in the backseat of her motor. He chuckled to himself, "Another wild adventure." He commented whimsically to himself.

The goals were simple; Stretch his legs, wait for Vixen to clean herself up and then leave. That was all that the Demon Lord had aspired to do as he strolled through the murky plains of Sin. However, it would appear that Fate had a different intention for him today, for he was not alone in the desolate space. His golden eyes widening fractionally in realisation as the company made itself known. Approaching him from the direction of a shack, Oh vixen, you couldn't have picked somewhere further from humanity? He thought irritably.

The man was short for a human male, significantly shorter than the human frame that Icarus had claimed for himself; this Barnabus standing at six foot two inches. Ironically the same height he had stood at during his initial days on Earthland. But there was no need to pertain thoughts of that time, such a millennium ago. Barely an adult, the platinum-haired teen would approach Barnabus. He was not alone either, accompanied by a purple-haired male and curiously, two walking skeletons wearing human attire. Barnabus eyed the creatures curiously, familiar with liches and undead beings from his time in the underworld. He was mildly surprised to see them wandering the earth so casually, which would only make him speculate what bound them here.

It was almost amusing really, the way the group approached him, they looked almost like one of those 'street gangs' one might see on that funny little box humans like to watch. He would have preferred to have left unfound but alas, this was not on the cards for Barnabus. As such, he would plaster a charming smile across his handsome feature and respond to the question he was greeted with. "Ah yes, hello good Sir! I do hope I'm not intruding, I was rather inebriated last night and my company was supposed to drive me to a motel. She's not familiar with the roads here, it would seem she got us lost in Sin of all places." He answered smoothly, hoping the fabrications would be enough to deter any suspicion. Also hopeful that they would give Vixen enough time to swallow the bones. Fortunately for Barnabus, his little demonic servant was already absorbing all the blood out of her clothes and the upholstery of the car - leaving little trace of her corpse breakfast.