Thread: A Cursed Reincarnation [BurningWillows & Viktoff Samson]

The club wasn't all that far away. Keegan had already made most of the trek on foot as he stopped in front of a glass door of an apartment. His toy devil horns catching his eye from his reflection. To your average onlooker, Keegan would appear to be giving himself a look over or checking himself out. However, his eyes clung to the cheesy little red horns on his head. With the change in lighting, he didn't enjoy how cheep he looked in the items he wore. Though they had looked just fine under his apartment lighting, he was sure he'd look like he got his costume out of one of thosr quarter machines. As fun-loving the cape andhorns hand appeared, Keegan knew he could do better if he allowed himself to cheat, just a little. His hands were strikingly quick as he removed his little black cape and horns, tossing them aside as a cloud of smoke surrounds him. The smoke solidified in the shape of Keegan's general structure with many decorative changes. His hair appeared to flow like air and took on an ash-white color. Out from the hair, just over his forehead, sprung a twin pair of bloody horns. The horns had rugged black textures to them, standing about two inches outward with a curl backward. His skin had become hauntingly white. With a glare down at his finger nails, smoke weaved around them, leaving them more rounded out with a coal-black color to them. I must be losing my touch. He groaned in annoyance as he continued to force the rest of his change. He reached outward as a black smoke cloud began to pull together. Gripping the cloud like it were cloth before pulling it. Forcing the cloud to whirl around his torso. After a magical poof, the cloud took the form of a luscious, rich black cloak that clung to his torso and ran down his back like a cape. The cloak had a ruby piece that clasped the cloak together over his torso. Everything was brilliant. There was just one more part to go. His toy three-headed pitchfork. With a flick, the toy had went up in smoke. A long black trident had fallen from the smoke, into his hand. His trident looked much better, but the points weren't as threatening as they could be. After a second thought, he leaned toward as used a finger to hold his lips apart as he spied on his teeth. Real fangs forming as he watched. With a pleased, toothy grin and a step back, Keegan admired his new costume. Cheating could be so much fun. He almost felt bad as he stepped off the apartment steps and continued his jolly step torward the club. Along the way, his eyes froze on the sight of a woman. Even as his feet kept going, he couldn't peel his eyes off the cigarette in her hand. The very sight of her taking a smoke had caused anxiety to form in his gut. Like he needed chemical courage to face whatever he'd run into at the club. But, he was doing fairly well to avoid daily smoking. This moment pulling out a lot of turnoil in Keegan's chest as he choked out the idea of approaching the woman for a smoke. He couldn't do it, a will to wean himself off from smoking had taken him recently. Even if the drive to go clean had only been a phase, or something, he had to at least try to keep to it. With a blink, he left the woman behind and kept walking torward the club. There would be alcohol there.