The demon sat at the bar, her long, black-stocking clad legs crossed seductively. Her pursed lips painted red and inviting. She flipped her raven hair over her shoulder with a flick of her wrist, turning her dark eyes on a group of poor, unsuspecting men over by the broken jukebox.
That was until I took a seat next to her.
Her eyes darted over to me, and one thin, perfectly arched eyebrow raised upward.
“What are you doing here? Aren’t you too good for a place like this?”
I waved the bartender down. “Martini please.”
“You don’t drink?” she asked me again.
“Well, things have changed, Luna,” I muttered. “A lot has changed actually.”
She gave me a once over, her black eyes widening as the realization hit her.
“Celeste, you haven’t been-- have you?” Her lips pulled back into a smirk.
“I have been cast down from heaven, yes,” I said. “Well, at least temporarily. I’m going to find my way back up there, just wait and see.”
Luna cackled and people around us froze and stared. She had that sort of power over mortals - she could pierce their hearts with fear or bring them to their knees with just a sound. It all depended on what her intentions were. The bar became eerily quiet as everyone waited for their instructions from Luna. Even the bartender froze in front of me, as if unsure what to do with the bottle of gin in front of him.
Luna waved her hand. “Oh come on, pour the poor lady a drink already. She’s had a very rough day.”
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