clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-10 05:04:02 +0000 UTC]

   "It's just another year," Samael replied, "You always need to make an occasion out of it, but you've known me long enough to know the offers I can't refuse. Loud, dark clubs with my best friend at my side being at the top of the list." Standing up to grab his black cap and slip on a baggy hoodie that would remain unzipped, he sighed while giving his friend a quick once-over. "What else can I say besides you look like perfection, Alastor? I'd be delighted to have you on my arm." 
   Reaching into his pocket with his tattooed hand, he made sure his transmitter was there as well as the keys to his hearse. "We're driving there, right? Or were you planning on making me use the gift Satan gave me?" Playing with the idea of shadow walking instead of driving his beloved car across town, he pulled the keys out to spin on his finger while they made the decision.

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-10 19:15:11 +0000 UTC]

   "It's your birthday. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do," Alastor offered sweetly, making an exception for Samael that he normally didn't. The Demon was at least a couple centuries old, he hardly enjoyed any form of travel that didn't include the Shadow Realm. "Let's take the hearse, we'll look good showing up in it." Smiling wider, he gently grabbed Samael's other hand as he leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Thanks for the compliment, by the way," he said, checking his friend's cheek for any lipstick before pulling away towards the door. "Let's not waste any time, I don't want to miss the fun. It's been too long since I've been to a good fuckin' party. And I'm sure I can say the same about you.."

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-11 03:49:07 +0000 UTC]

   "You could," Samael responded to his friend with a small smile, "It has been a while. Maybe since your last birthday or my own since I really forced myself out of the house." Fingers playing with his keys already in anticipation, he was ready to use both his car and his abilities to satisfy his best friend. "Since you're being so nice, I wouldn't mind us using a shortcut or two to get to the club. I know how restless we both get in long car rides. And I would hate for your outfit to get wrinkled on the way."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-11 04:04:04 +0000 UTC]

   Alastor chuckled to himself as he glanced down at his chosen outfit. While it looked torn up, it was entirely on purpose; the shirt he wore was sleeveless and cut deep down his sides. Underneath that shirt, he wore a shredded, silky material that covered his torso and arms. Despite the undershirt, however, plenty of skin and ink showed through. Even the black jeans Alastor wore were torn at the knees slightly. "Fine by me," he agreed, his face lighting up as he remember something at the last minute. Doubling back to grab his necklace out of the bathroom, he kissed the cross playfully before putting it around his neck. The religious symbol hardly tingled anymore when he touched it, simply through decades of practice. Alastor especially enjoyed the irony of wearing it. His views about Heaven were already harsh, and he wore it as if to spit in the face of those that were holy. 
   "Let's go," he encouraged Samael, eagerly heading out the door towards the hearse. "Don't let my ass distract you too much!" Alastor teased with a bright laugh.

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-11 04:29:27 +0000 UTC]

   Aware his friend saw it as a spit in the face, Samael had different feelings seeing the symbol. It reminded him of unacceptance and banishment. It brought him back to days he tried to burn away with gallons of kerosene. Instead of giving his friend grief, he did as he was told and tried not to let Alastor's body distract him as they walked out together. Locking up his home away from Hell, he started the hearse before they even hit the driveway. 
   "I never get tired of hearing this car startup," he reminded his friend, "Humans think funerals are supposed to be such quiet, somber events yet they make the loudest cars to bring them screaming to the grave." Walking over to the passenger side first, he opened the door so Alastor could slide in before he went around to the driver's side.

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-12 00:15:16 +0000 UTC]

   "Screaming to the grave sounds fun," he commented, slipping through the door his friend so kindly opened for him. "I suppose that's partially how I went out," Alastor chuckled, making light of a gruesome end. It had been long enough that the demon had moved on; however, his entire existence was dedicated to making those who deserved it suffer. While he waited for Samael to get into the car, Alastor relived his first day reborn as a demon. With a dark smile on his face, he felt his murderer's blood on his hands and could practically see the life leave his eyes all over again.
   Snapping out of it as his friend got in, he simply smiled over at him.

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-12 02:55:27 +0000 UTC]

   Slipping in the driver's seat, Samael started his car before looking over at the demon who had the face of an angel. "Don't look at me like that," he said with his cheeks getting a touch of pale pink, "Let me enjoy simple human things." Burning himself with his own words, his cheeks quickly faded back to their pale, rough texture as he pulled out of the driveway. 
   "Which club are we going to again?" The fallen angel asked his friend unwilling to give his own transmitter up for driving directions. "I know you promised dark and loud, but that could mean any number of our old hangouts." Watching his home disappear from his side view mirrors in the dark of night, Samael's hand ached to hold more than just the hard black steering wheel for the entire drive.

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-12 03:15:41 +0000 UTC]

   "I thought it was obvious. The club we first met at, almost thirteen years ago, right?" Alastor told him, reminiscing about better memories than he originally was. "That sounds right. Thirteen years! I'm sorry I haven't been around much the last couple of years now, but that's why I'm here now. To make it up to you. And I checked, in case you haven't recently.. Our club is still up and running. Louder than ever. I can't wait to get in there and feel the bass in my fucking bones! Ugh! I love work, but I haven't had time like this since we last saw each other. Sometimes I want to scream until my throat bleeds!" His aggression already coming up from the cracks, he dialed it back for his quieter friend. 

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-12 04:37:53 +0000 UTC]

   Pressing the gas pedal a little harder from the influence of rage, Samael backed off when he realized they were going over the speed limit. "I like those performances the most," he admitted as his mind automatically took a turn towards the familiar club he could never forget. "There were so many I can't even remember my favorite. The one that sticks out the most to me though is the very first night." Smiling as he took in a breath through his nose and remembered the scent of the cologne his counterpart wore that night, Satan's reaper had to remind himself not to covet was was not his. "You looked as if you were a fallen angel as well.. It's the only reason I had the guts to approach. I'm so glad I was wrong, but you didn't turn me away.. You've never turned me away.."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-12 22:56:46 +0000 UTC]

   Alastor scoffed at the idea of rejecting his friend in any capacity. Something about Samael kept him in a special place in the demon's heart. They happened to have a lot in common, and that's possibly what he liked the most. They were similar in age, and didn't live far apart when they both happened to be young. He only wished they had met sooner. An ally like Samael was crucial for the Demon of Vengeance. "I would never turn you away," Alastor insisted, "You're the best friend I've ever had. No one treats me like you do and that's special. I couldn't trust anyone else like you either, I'm too paranoid for that." Laughing to himself, he kept his eyes focused forward. He was excited to see their club again. 

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-13 02:18:14 +0000 UTC]

   Gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, Samael fought every urge to beg for Alastor to consider an offer that seemed almost forbidden. "I feel the exact same way," he confessed with a warm tone instead of his flat, uninterested moan. "Every time you come home you know exactly where to find me. I never leave except for duties and I shortly return and wait for you." 
   Hoping he could impress his friend with an old trick, The Reaper opened up a shadow portal big enough to engulf the hearse. No one could tell they even disappeared on such a dark street except for the sudden absence of sound that was now filling the void with terror. Stomping on the gas to drive like a bat of out Hell, they pierced clear through the other side and into the other side of town. 
   Slowing down to match the speed of a few spooked cars around them, Samael tried to find words to shift to conversation back to a more friendly tone. "I hope there is still a big crowd of people there to cheer for you. If it's not as big of a turnout as you deserve, I'd be delighted to join you on stage for a song or two."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-13 03:12:32 +0000 UTC]

   Alastor gripped onto the dashboard eagerly, laughing in delight as they sped through the darkness. While he didn't care for vehicles often, he loved nothing more than scaring the shit out of other humans while in the hearse with Samael. "I think we'll have the crowd we deserve," the demon reassured his friend, glancing over at him with narrowed eyes. As much as he cared for Samael, he never appreciated his lack of interest in leaving Vermont. Alastor preferred work-- which meant he never stayed in one place too long. And that's how he liked it. "You don't have to hang around waiting for me," he said, bringing the conversation right back around, "You shouldn't spend all of your eternal life in one place! Hell, it would be fun if you hung around me more often. We could get into all kinds of trouble. Wouldn't you rather do that, Samael?" Normally Alastor would have left that type of conversation alone on his best friend's birthday, but he saw an obvious opening. He would never stop pushing the issue. 

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-13 03:38:06 +0000 UTC]

   Anxiety sinking in over the conversation of leaving Vermont coming up again, Samael wished he could just ignore the conversation like the ones on his transmitter. He had gotten into the habit of ignoring his problems again without his best friend around to bring them up with persistence. 
   "I've told you this what seems like a million times now, Alastor. I don't want to leave Jericho if I don't have to for a summoning. This has always been my home and I've never felt comfortable anywhere else. It's where I was born, died and was reborn again. This land is sacred to me and a part of my soul I just can't leave behind." Fearing he had been too forceful with his reply, he gave his friend a softened gaze while they waited at a stoplight near the club in Burlington. "You know if there is ever a job you need my assistance with I'd be happy to go with you, but I don't know what it would take to remove me from this place for the rest of my eternity."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-13 17:05:49 +0000 UTC]

   "I hope something or someone does," he said, glancing over at him with a similarly gentle look, "You can't expect anyone to spend eternity in one place for you, friend or otherwise." With more on his mind to say, Alastor dropped the conversation. It didn't feel appropriate for Samael's birthday, and it wouldn't be the last time they spoke about it; it felt like the Reaper hadn't grown or changed, while Alastor himself had moved forward and evolved several times over even since the last time he saw his friend. "You know I always have to bring it up at least once. And you know I do it because I care. But I'm here, so fuck it. We're gonna have a fun night-- no work, no business. A night where we can actually let go of these demonic chains we wear at times and indulge like we're supposed to do. I haven't had this kinda night since I left two years ago. There's always vengeance to be had and it's gotten crazier and crazier.."

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-14 02:26:09 +0000 UTC]

   "You don't even know the half of it," Samael joked until he realized his best friend was the only soul alive that would understand. It was, after all, why they always got along so well despite obvious differences. "I was worried I was going to get in a little hot water when Tempus was killed and the new Gluttony was crowned with me nowhere in sight. I was trying to be sensitive to Satan's sons and their situations, so I don't think he was angry I wasn't there to bring the new one in like I should have. I'm sure you got a few new duties from that situation, too." Realizing he was technically talking about work after his friend asked for a night away from it, he sat silently in the driver's seat waiting to see what his response would be. Hoping gossip was not considered work to his old friend, the Reaper did his best to calm his anxious tendencies.

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-14 03:32:18 +0000 UTC]

   "Oh you have no idea!" Alastor exclaimed, perfectly happy gossiping about work. "There has been so much drama between the Sins. You won't believe this.. I had to make sure revenge was exacted on the Sin who is now Gluttony. And the man who took his revenge? Calyx. The soon-to-be Gluttony burned him when he was human still, so I made sure he was burned in exchange. Later I find out that Calyx married that man. After that  happened, I had to keep my eyes on those siblings to see where it went. From what I understand, one of Calyx's lovers came back and killed his husband. That's how the new Gluttony was crowned. Ugh, what a story.." Sighing wistfully, Alastor admittedly got caught up in a forgotten fantasy. "I can't even hide my jealousy either, I think we all wanted a piece of Lust. I bet the sex is fantastic.. Wish I could've known. You were closer with him than I ever was, did you ever get a chance at him?" 

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-14 04:08:32 +0000 UTC]

   "No," Samael quickly answered, "We've gotten along, but I've never been interested enough. He is a very gorgeous man, but I knew the mess I would get myself into if I was involved. It's better I stay in Vermont. It keeps me out of trouble." Thinking about where he knew Lust and Pride now lived, he swallowed hard while an old text floated back up in his mind. "Everyone has moved west to Old Hollywood," he remarked are they pulled into the noisy lot that was 'their club,' "But Old Hollywood doesn't have what I'm looking for."
   Finding a parking spot rather quickly and near the entrance, he got out of the driver's side first to open the door for his best friend. If he was lucky enough, he hoped he could at least walk in with Alastor arm in arm. Pulling the door open, he waited for his friend to get out before locking all the doors with a small, discreet button.

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-14 22:31:21 +0000 UTC]

   Alastor stepped out of the hearse, prepared to take his best friend's arm like promised. The moment Samael was free, he slipped his arm into the shorter man's arm. While the Reaper was much shorter than he was, Alastor had no problem being submissive in public. He always worked at raising his friend's confidence up, and he hoped they looked as powerful as he felt. 
   "It's too bad Old Hollywood doesn't have what you're looking for," Alastor commented as they approached the loud, historic building, "I was thinking about joining the party soon. I mean, I was down there for work.. And there's more than enough work to satiate me. While I was there, I saw the appeal. It's absolutely crawling with demons too, it might be the new Hell on earth!" 

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-15 03:29:59 +0000 UTC]

   Worried he could lose Alastor so quickly after he had returned, Samael began to consider leaving. Even if it was only for a few days at a time, he could at least consider it for his best friend. 
   "I'll have to visit you if you happen to go," he said with his chin lifted a little higher, "I know all the Sins are there and lots of other important people that will be passing soon. We'll both have work, so I'll need a trustworthy place to stay when I do go." 
   Feeling the envious gaze of many on them as they walked in together, Samael watched some of the other regulars get excited as the duo arrived. "If your entrance into Old Hollywood causes a similar stir, I may have to insist on accompanying you out there for the first week." Placing his spare hand over his best friends, he made sure the others saw they were together for the night. As they approached their usual booth he stopped to see what the other wanted to do first. "Catching up or performance first?"

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-15 17:44:51 +0000 UTC]

   Thrilled to hear his best friend was considering a trip to Old Hollywood, he felt like he would be satisfied for the rest of the night. More than anything, he wanted to see that effort from Samael, and that's what he was getting. His heart pounding faster as the music hit him, Alastor gripped tighter to his friend's arm. 
   "It is your birthday Samael, you can pick," he offered with a bright smile under the dim red lights. Focusing his dark eyes on the stage several feet away from them, he couldn't help the desire to scream. "If I'm being honest, I think I could use the adrenaline rush of the stage, but we have all night to decide whatever we want." As they considered their options, Alastor noticed the gazes of many in the room. "We made quite an entrance. Do you think I would have the same effect on those in Old Hollywood? We're an intimidating team, I admit."

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-16 04:52:26 +0000 UTC]

   Face already angled downwards so hardly anyone could see his face, Satan's Reaper just pointed to his coveted spot. "I'll sit and enjoy from here if you need to scream," he said leaning in to kiss Alastor's shoulder, "I can't think of a better birthday present." As much as he wanted to spend time with his friend, there was nothing better than a performance. It had been two years since he has seen his friend sing live. His ears and heart begged for it louder than his lips begged to be kissed. 
   Taking what he could get without asking for something more than just a birthday date with a friend, Samael sat down and waited to order them both glasses of water. He knew Alastor would probably drink, but the Reaper would remain sober no matter what. 

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-16 19:08:18 +0000 UTC]

   Alastor almost instantly knew what he wanted to perform, but he was also aware what kind of intensity that would bring. Before turning away from the table, he offered a big smile at Samael. "The song I have is something I've been working on for a long time. Hopefully it blows you away," he explained, feeling it only necessary for his best friend to know what no one else in the club would. Slipping into the crowd, Alastor found his way into the back of the club. Though it had been two years since they had seen his face, many of the employees recognized him and scrambled to get the stage ready. If The Demon of Vengeance wanted to perform, they knew nothing would get in his way; and all Hell would break loose as if he was summoning it himself. 
   It wouldn't be long before Alastor stepped out of the darkness and into the bright, blood red lights of the stage. Letting the instrumental draw in the crowd , he waited several seconds before screaming.

"BURNING AT THE CROOOSS!
IF YOU HAVE EVER LOVED
THAN YOU HAVE ALSO LOST!

MISERY INCARNAATE!
LOVE IN VEEEIN!
THINGS WILL NEEEEVEEER!
BE THE SAAAAAME!

I AM NO MAN OF GOOOD!
I AM THE WANDERER
ABOVE THE SEA OF FOOOG!

Inside of a blackened tomb..
Is where you'll find the proof.. 
SUFFERING THROOOUGH
OCEANS OF TIIIIME!

YOU CAN PUNISH ME
FOR A LIFETIME
OF AGOONYY!
CONDEMNING ME
FOR ALL ETERNITY
LONGING FOR THE WINTER’S CRUELTY!

Cast the shadoooow in oouur waaaaaake..
While we criiinge at the staaaaaake..
Fallen angels lost yoouuuur waaaay,
For a lifetiiiiime
Of agony..
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

THE FUNERAL MARCHES OOON!
AND SO FOOOOOORTH!
SURRENDER YOUR OOONLY!
LIIIIIIFE!
FOR THE WILL OF EVERLASTIIIING!
GRIEEEEEEEEF!
TEARS OF GLOOOOOOOOOM!
FALL WHERE THE FLOWERS BLOOOOOOOOOM!..."

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-16 22:22:39 +0000 UTC]

   It was very rare for anyone to see The Reaper smile, but many got the chance before Samael remembered to cover his face with his tattooed hand. It had been two long years since he had witnessed such a glorious wall of sound hit and radiate through his petite body. He remembered the sound and feel of his best friends voice all at once. There was so much power in words, but Alastor could turn the bluntest phrase into a razor sharp weapon. The experience was sorely missed and as he waited for his friend to make his way back to the table, the fallen angel tried to come up with a way to praise him without falling over his words.
   "Thank you Alastor," He said with a smile when he knew the other would hear him, "I've missed that sound and feeling in my chest.. If you dare take it away from me again, I will have to follow.."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-17 02:35:27 +0000 UTC]

   Humbled by Samael's compliments, he took a moment to get settled in their booth before replying. In his silence, he carefully sipped water to compose himself. "Who knew an older demon like myself could still be rendered speechless," he laughed, a blush hidden underneath his pale makeup. "If that's a threat, then I accept," Alastor agreed, excitement running through his veins like the adrenaline still was. "I guess now is as good as any other time to tell you I'll be going to California within the next week or two. I know I'm being called there, and at this point I can't resist. Why should I have to miss out?"

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-17 03:25:13 +0000 UTC]

   Brows furrowing when he learned just how soon he was going to lose Alastor again, Samael tried to think of a better way to keep them together. "Why so soon?? You only just came back and now I'm going to have to either watch you leave or follow you out there??" Both hands gripping his sweating glass of cold water, he ignored the alcoholic drinks set down for Alastor that were bought by others in the club. After a performance like he gave it was to be expected, but it still felt like an insult when everyone in the club saw them enter together. 
   "If you need anything else, Wraith, please let me know," the bartender said with a quick, lustful wink towards Alastor. 
   Anger boiling over, Samael kept his wrath to himself while the bartender walked away slowly. It took a lot for him not to lash out and grab the selfish man's hand, but mere disrespect didn't warrant the touch of death. Instead, he forced his mind to think of anything besides killing someone he wasn't ordered to.
   "How long do you think you'll be gone this time," he finally asked when he was relaxed enough to unclench his jaw.

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-17 03:48:09 +0000 UTC]

   Catching the way Samael reacted to the attention he was getting, Alastor brought himself close to his best friend. He wasn't interested in anyone else's time, he appreciated the Reaper. With his arm resting on the table in front of Samael, and his other arm resting on the back of the booth, his entire body was turned towards him. In fact, it was exactly what the bartender, and all the other insatiable eyes, deserved for hurting Samael. A touch of vengeance; their payment? Envy.
   "I don't know," Alastor answered honestly, "It depends what kind of work there is, and what I see when I'm really there to soak it in. Maybe I can extend my time here by a little more, but Satan knows this was only a brief trip to see you."

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-17 04:03:56 +0000 UTC]

   Comforted by Alastor's reaction to the situation, Samael leaned over in the booth and rested his hooded head on his friend's shoulder. It didn't matter if every soul saw them cuddling while the offerings laid untouched. He was happy to help his friend serve vengeance on those who deserved it. 
   The rest of the club drifting away as he held his friend, the Reaper pushed away other paranoid thoughts. If Satan was aware he was staying static, there was a chance a visit was going to be paid soon. It would either be a Sin or Mathis, but he hoped nothing would summon Satan from his other duties. "He didn't seem too disappointed in me still being out here, did he? I do my best to keep in touch with Mathis and being in the demons and Anti's I'm assigned. You know I'm very reliable. I just can't think of anywhere else I've rather relax at the end of the day that the land I was born on."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-17 22:38:49 +0000 UTC]

   "It's kind of cute I still have to remind you of your age," Alastor teased sweetly, "If Satan was displeased with the work you were doing, he would come talk to you himself. He thought it was nice I was paying you a visit, and even wished you a happy birthday. Believe me, if you only knew the other demons facing their vengeance soon.. I can feel it in my blood, and I can't wait to make it happen. There are disgraceful pieces of shit festering Old Hollywood too. It would make you sick, I'm sure of it. But I swear to you.. This next job I'm sitting on.. It's big. Nothing can stop this from happening, and I'll make sure of that."

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-18 01:53:39 +0000 UTC]

   Reassured by his best friend, Samael tucked his face into Alastor's neck to hide his smile. However, once they began speaking about work again, he pulled away to look his best friend in the eye. "Is it who I'm thinking of? Because I know that The Serpentine's children are among those on my list. I've collected all but one and herself." Finding it harder and harder to avoid the feeling that he was going to have to relocate, the reaper could only think of embracing the change and the possibility of a new lifestyle on the western side of the continent. "Maybe it's time I check in with Satan myself and see if the time is getting closer than I thought it was.."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-18 03:36:13 +0000 UTC]

   Alastor couldn't hide the grin on his face. It was clear he wanted nothing more than to be accompanied by his best friend in Old Hollywood-- the city of the damned. "You have no idea how close it is, Samael. I'm ready to claim their lives, and I can't wait to watch everything come crashing down. How often do we see ancient demons like that fall? Most of us talk about The Serpentine like she's a legend, but she's no different than the two of us.. And she can't escape you." Biting down gently on his dark lip, he laughed in excitement. "So is this it? Does that mean you're actually considering it? Because I've come down a long road with you and, you're a changed man if this is really what's going to happen." Alastor looked at Samael a little different, raising a perfectly manicured brow.

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-18 03:59:07 +0000 UTC]

   Heart fluttering in his chest from the look he was given by Alastor, there was no way in the world he could deny his best friend. "You know it's as difficult for me to deny you as it is for you to deny me," Samael confessed as his tattooed hand rose up to gently touch his friend's cheek, "If the event we've all been waiting for is really that close, I shouldn't toy with fate.. My presence in that town is required just as much as yours is. I'd be happy to accompany you when you're going to leave. Maybe with my best friend at my side, I'll think of better things besides what I'm leaving behind in this town."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-18 22:35:26 +0000 UTC]

   "Then we have plenty to celebrate tonight," he said, throwing his arms around Samael for a tight hug. Turning away from his best friend, Alastor laughed at the drinks brought to him. "These people don't know the Wraith at all, I'd never drink this weak shit," he commented, taking his water in hand instead. "Do you want to stay with me while we're in Old Hollywood, Samael? There's lots of options as far as I could tell. We could be in a faction. Or we can rough it in a fancy hotel," Alastor joked, recalling how lavish Hotel de Moreau really was. "I was personally considering buying a house out there at first.. It's nothing like New Jersey, but it will do."

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-18 23:13:37 +0000 UTC]

   "Anywhere is better than New Jersey," Samael said with a much bigger smile and brighter chuckle after Alastor gave him a hug. Even if he didn't end up leaving and changed his mind at the last second, he would always have the night to remember and cherish until his friend returned again. "From what I've seen and heard the factions aren't all their cracked up to be. Men like us only serve one master and need only one leader. If you are going to go out there, I would much rather see you and I share a home together. Or rooms close by in the hotel you mentioned.." Thinking more about the hotel as he watched his friend sip his water, the Reaper shook his head. "On second thought, I'm not sure I would like the attention a fancy hotel would bring.. Maybe it's best I just follow as always and leave you to the decisions," he joked with his smile still perfectly fixed on his scarred face.

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-19 01:08:37 +0000 UTC]

   Alastor shot a playful look over his shoulder at his friend, shaking his head. "First of all, fuck you, New Jersey will always be the best," he defended, pointing a firm finger at Samael, "Second of all, a house it is. I was thinking somethin' on the beach because I like boardwalks-- which New Jersey basically fuckin' invented, mind you.. But I was gonna shop around before completely deciding on that one. I like your input though, now I know where your heads at on this." While Samael had his own doubts, Alastor was completely free of them in his mind. Now that he had his best friend's word, or at least a general agreement, he was certain he wouldn't go to Old Hollywood alone. After all, work was there for the both of them and Samael had no excuse. "We'll have to find ourselves a new club once we're out there."

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-19 22:53:39 +0000 UTC]

   Feeling almost intoxicated by the 'we' and 'our' in Alastor's sentences, Samael was finding it hard to think on his own. All he wanted was to feel and be more included in his best friend's life. Even if that meant giving up Jericho as his only home. "The beach sounds nice," he finally said, "As long as we could also have our privacy. You know how the beaches in Burlington get crowded over summer.. I know you love being the center of attention at times, but I want a sanctuary like my little cabin in the woods has been for me." Sure they could find that together without an issue, his mind tried to bring up other issues that he didn't want to address. "As for a club.. I know of a few we can try. The Sins pretty much have control of all the important ones. I know we'll be safe anywhere we choose to fit in."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-19 23:41:22 +0000 UTC]

   "I can't wait!" he beamed, taking in a deep breath to calm his excited heart. "I'll make sure we find the perfect place.. And depending on which Sin has what, that might determine where I stake my own claim. Speaking of the Sins, I'm interested in seeing them work together. In my own lifetime I have never seen anything like it myself. I wonder how well they maintain the city." Alastor set his glass aside, pulling out his transmitter to sort through a few messages and saved transmissions. "Oh, there's my performance," he commented with a chuckle as he saved it for later. "There might be a few times during my trip to see you where I go check out some of these places I bookmarked. I think I know what I'm going for, but I want to see it for myself first." Satisfied with the updates, Alastor put his transmitter away and glanced over at Samael. "So our other option for tonight was catching up. Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-20 00:03:44 +0000 UTC]

   In his own personal life, Samael had seen many lows in the two years Alastor had been gone. It was a constant struggle between telling the truth and keeping it all to himself. However, with their pending trip to Old Hollywood together, he knew he would have to start giving up secrets he had been keeping. 
   "I wrote a song or two," the Reaper admitted, "Mostly made music, but there were a few songs I had to get out of my head as the words formed with the beat." Cheeks turning pink just slightly, he pulled his hood back up so others wouldn't see his mood shift like his best friend could. "I even tried to make some new friends," he said with his voice flattening unintentionally, "But that didn't work out.. I think Old Hollywood might have swallowed him up."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-20 00:14:42 +0000 UTC]

   Alastor instantly turned back towards his best friend, endlessly curious to know what he meant by that phrase. "Swallowed him up?" he asked, more than aware of the mood shift. Samael's voice was distinct, he could understand what any inflection meant. "Did you have to claim his life, or has he disappeared?" Alastor said with gentle insistence, "We can always pursue it, that's kind of the benefit of moving. And I'm more than happy to help." A devious smile creeping at the corners of his dark lips, he couldn't help but notice the coincidence. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was almost on purpose. Now I'm certain we're supposed to go to Old Hollywood together. Tell me more, if you want to."

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-20 03:23:07 +0000 UTC]

   "It's not that I don't want to," Samael confessed, "It's just that it hurts too much." Trying to gauge how much he wanted to relive on his birthday, he shook his head in the comfort of his dark hood. "He had a lot going on in his life. More than he even knew at the time. The last thing I got from him was a static filled transmission and drunk text saying he had left Toronto for Old Hollywood. I got worried for him, so.. I sent Leviathan to check up on him. It's no big surprise that calling in that favor blew up in my face. There were factors involved that neither he nor I knew about. It's probably best if I laid low and gave him his space once we arrive. As much as I would like to believe Fate is bringing us together again, I know better.." 

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-20 03:32:35 +0000 UTC]

   "You know better?" he questioned, willing to give his best friend extra reassurance, "Don't ever hold back. If you think he needs space, then let him have it. But remember the difference between giving him space, and giving up completely. Our friendship didn't start out perfectly, but look at us now Samael. I think it's great you have someone else in your life because you don't do that often." Alastor reached a hand over, giving him a gentle nudge. "You know you've been amazing to me, Hell I've already said that to you once tonight. You deserve other friends, reputation be damned." Looking to relax his friend, Alastor simply shrugged his shoulders. "We both know fate will always play out the way it wants to. Here's hoping it works out for the best. Big upside? We'll be in each other's lives through this. What more can you ask for?"

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-20 03:44:19 +0000 UTC]

   Unable to stop himself, Samael reached out and gently placed his hand on Alastor's cheek. "You know exactly what I'd ask for.." Tempted to lean in and kiss his best friend, he stopped just inches short from their lips touching. "It's the one thing the fates never gave me.."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-20 03:58:25 +0000 UTC]

   Taken aback by the sudden turn in their conversation, Alastor blinked several times as he eyed Samael's lips. There were several situations in the past where they almost shared an intimate moment, but he thought those days were long behind them. "This could make things complicated, Samael," he spoke up, raising his gaze to meet his friend's. For once, Alastor had no solution or advice, he was at a loss. "I can give you a gift for your birthday, but I don't want this to ruin the bond we have. You're the only man I truly trust.."

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-20 04:18:03 +0000 UTC]

   Struggling to do the right thing, Samael exhaled rather roughly through his nose as he leaned his head forward. Resting his forehead on Alastor's shoulder, his tattooed hand shook in defiance as he forced it away from his friend's face. "I'm such a fuck up," he finally said as tears fell discreetly from his eyes filled with regret. "I'm sick of seeking love," he said pulling back and letting go of his friend's face, "I'd rather suffer than damage the bond we have.."
   Knowing a kiss filled with pity would hurt more than never feeling a rush of passion again, the Reaper pulled back even more so he could leave the booth. Instead of walking out in embarrassment on the night Alastor tried to give him, Samael walked over to the stage. Delighted the previous performer was leaving before he had to demand the stage, he put a guitar around his neck and immediately began to fill the club with his somber sound while pressing play and record on several cassette tapes for. 

".......
.......
...Waking up at the crack of noon
Reminiscing of the times I'm waking up with you
I should leave, sell my shit, make some kind of moves
I'm lying to myself, I never leave this fucking room
I got a pile of shit I haven't addressed
Head is a mess
Check the script bottles, see if any are left
There's nothing,nowhere. well let's not even go there
I'm lucky if I wake up, let alone care
'Cause there's a fine line from who I am and who I wanna be
Amazed at what I find when I look within honestly
Honestly, it feels like I'm waiting to die
Watch the days pass by, what's it mean to be alive?
And I've been killing time, going to bed with the sunrise
I got this feeling I won't make it to twenty-five
It's a far cry, know we've all got hard times
But these long nights got me feeling like I wanna die

Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
I dug my own grave, let me fucking be

Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
I dug my own grave, let me fucking be

Don't even try to feed me all that "life is what you make it"
Pull up to your 9-to-5 and smile or try to fake it
But when you're in your bed alone I know you fucking face it
One day you'll meet your maker and you'll see your life was wasted
The reaper creeping slow I know you see him when you dreaming
You posted at a party but he's in the dark scheming
And you keep telling me that life has some sort of meaning
So sorry if I'm pessimistic but I don't believe it

I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
I'm sick of tryna find myself in others
I'm sick of seeking love, I'd rather suffer
I'm sick of life, I put that on my mother
Yeah I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
I needed you, you left me in the gutter
The saddest part is that I really loved her
On a sinking ship, I wave as I go under

Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
I dug my own grave, let me fucking be

Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an asshole, let me die slow
It's too late for me, can't you fucking see
I dug my own grave, let me fucking be

I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
I'm sick of tryna find myself in others
I'm sick of seeking love, I'd rather suffer
I'm sick of life, I put that on my mother
Yeah I'm a fuck up, motherfucker
I needed you, you left me in the gutter
The saddest part is that I really loved her
On a sinking ship, I wave as I go under.."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-20 05:20:11 +0000 UTC]

   Alastor watched him go with regret swirling around his head. He couldn't decipher his feelings for Samael, but he was certain he never wanted to be the cause of that reaction ever again. It felt like he was blindsided; that he made the wrong choice. Of all the people in the world, he didn't want his best friend to hurt on his own birthday. Trying to mask the anger and disappointment on his face, Alastor focused his eyes on the stage. He had a thousand questions to ask, yet nothing to say. No matter what did or didn't happen between them that night, he knew he wouldn't be able to forget what happened. Samael wasn't any ordinary person, if he was going to go for it, he knew he had to feel it deeply. 
   Clapping for his best friend with a smile on his face, as if nothing happened, he kept very close watch of his movements. Alastor had no idea what he was going to say, but he hoped Samael would return to his side.

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-20 22:55:01 +0000 UTC]

   Drenched in sweat under his dark hoodie, Samael took his guitar off and set it back down in the same place he picked it up. Leaving behind the curse of his bad feelings for the next player to take on and shake off in their own time, he walked slowly back to the table Alastor was still sitting at. Without thought or discrimination, his tattooed hand grabbed one of the many watered down alcoholic drinks fans had sent his best friend to down in one gulp. Gripping the empty glass in his hand, it took him a few seconds to check his rage and finally sit back down again.
   "So we're both going to California for work," he said doing his best to shift the subject back to a more platonic state, "If my words and actions have offended you, please let me know so I can avoid doing it again. I know you like to reinvent yourself in every new town. I'd hate to be a burden that you can't get rid of.."

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-21 03:48:45 +0000 UTC]

   "You have never been a burden to me," Alastor sharply insisted, "And you never will be." Still uncertain about where to go from there, he felt it was only natural to continue their conversation. "You're right about me reinventing myself though, of course. I had thoughts about pursuing a career other than my current title. Something simple, but gets me somewhere high without becoming high profile. Like a hair stylist. I've always had the talent for it, and there's plenty of work in that field too." Unable to let their confusing moment go, Alastor turned more towards Samael. "I don't want you to think that I didn't kiss you because I didn't want to.. I do, but I want to make sure that.. It's not just physical. I think we have a lot of physical chemistry, and we're great friends but I want to see where my head and heart is at before.. Getting into something that could hurt you more down the line. I'm the fuck up, and I don't want to fuck this up for being to hasty." 

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-21 04:11:23 +0000 UTC]

   Grabbing a second drink from the lineup, Samael only lifted the other hand to stop Alastor. It didn't matter what he said or how he tried to justify what happened. The Reaper felt rejected and would never forget that moment no matter how many more years Satan blessed him with. "Please," he said after swallowing as much of the drink as he could before setting the glass of disgusting liquid back down on the table between them. "I'm old enough to understand concent. It's fine if you don't have the same feelings for me as I have always had for you. I'd much rather have your trust and loyalty every few years than not have you in my life at all." Leaning forward to push the drink away that he didn't care for, he pulled a blue one from the bunch and sat as far back in his seat as he could to give his friend space and respect.

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Tormented-Wraith In reply to clarityinkerosene [2018-06-21 16:39:22 +0000 UTC]

   Alastor was immediately disappointed in Samael's response, clearly seeing his reaction as several steps backwards. The Reaper hadn't changed, and it was possible he never would. If they ended up in Old Hollywood together, it was going to be a miracle. "Samael, your inability to think past the word no is going to leave you without me regardless," he spoke honestly, standing up from their booth, "You should listen to the people you care about. If you need me, you know how to reach me." 
   Angry with the way everything ended that night, Alastor moved swiftly out of the club so that darkness would eventually consume him. 

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clarityinkerosene In reply to Tormented-Wraith [2018-06-22 02:40:03 +0000 UTC]

   Alcohol slowly sinking into his sober body of decades, Samael's anger was left unchecked. Seeing his best friend walk out on the fight he insisted on them having only made his temper worse. Knuckles white from gripping the glass in his tattooed hand so tightly, he left the rest of the drinks behind to follow after Alastor.
   It was very much true that he knew exactly where to go to find his friend again if he needed him, so he moved swiftly through the darkness to come out just outside of Alastor's home in New Jersey. "I WOULD NEVER TURN YOU AWAY!" He quoted from earlier in the night, "I'VE COME DOWN A LONG ROAD WITH YOU AND, YOU'RE A CHANGED MAN IF THIS IS REALLY WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!! YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN A BURDEN TO ME!!" Anger only swelling that his past vice caused him to act out again, he threw the half-empty glass at his friend's front door. "YOU FORCE ME FROM MY HOME, SAY ALL THESE THINGS, REJECT MY LOVE AND THEN STORM OFF?? WHAT GOOD IS A FRIEND THAT ALWAYS RUNS??"

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