[[ Neera was rushed that day. The bar seemed busier than ever. People shouting here and there. No one had patience. She was picking up mugs and cleaning them out, wiping down tables and such. "Hey, waitress! I need another round over here!", one male called. Neera slammed her fist against the desk. "Hold your d*** horses! I'm busy d*** it!", she snapped back. The male demon stood up and grabbed Neera by her work outfit's collar. "What'd ya say to me, we***?" Neera seemed afraid at first, but that expression quickly became a sinister smirk. "I said, I'm busy. Now get the hell outta my face." The demon tossed her across the room and laughed. "I ain't letting no waitress tell me what to do!" Neera sat up and laughed maniacally. "Yes, of coarse. They're all the same... They think because I'M a female, I can't stand up for myself. You're wrong, I'm afraid." With that said, she rushed towards the male and jabbed her arm through his chest, holding his heart out the other side. She quickly pulled it back out, holding his heart, watching as he fell to his death. She smirked and stared at him, then his heart. "Woops! I think I killed you..." Everyone was silent, but a small occasional clap could be heard. Other demons moved out of the way, Skye being revealed. "Bravo.", he said. "I've never seen another demon with that much brutality." Neera stood there, slightly shocked at what she did. 'Had my anger got ahold of me again?', she thought to herself, unsure of what just happened. Skye walked over and put an arm around her shoulders. "We're gonna be good friends... I can see it.", he said with a dark chuckle...]]
...and so we begin.
Neera - Fear~the~Fanatics
Skye - ▫şкɣє▫
