Thread: My Gothic Goddess ((Femmedestroyer and Openots))

Nightingale sighed as the clubs patrons slowly started filtering in. It would be an hour or so before the club was full. Until then, she had only a meager handful of mortals to choose from. The band was still setting up it's equipment and testing, so even the music wasn't ready to soothe her needs. With less than a passing thought she materialized a drink in her hands, something not even of this world. No worldly alcohol had the potency to affect a god, only divine Ambrosia or Demons Blood could intoxicate one. The thick black liquid in her crystal glass was the latter. As she sipped it she sped up her mortal perception of time, allowing the minutes to pass like seconds until she found what she needed. It didn't take long before her godly eyes found a most intriguing young woman. Dathar... She said plainly, her voice crystal clear, but deep and powerful. Within an instant a man wearing an entirely black suit, with long black hair as sleek as her own appeared behind her. He was a stunning figure, with an exceptionally well trimmed goatee. Beneath his suit his body could be considered the absolute peak of the male physique. This was true of course, because he too was a god. Where Nightingale was a goddess of death, destruction, and time, Dathar was a god of art, music, and passion. Many gods had often questioned what manner of relationship the two could possibly have, but they were inseparable. My lady...how may I assist? Even his voice was perfect, deep and rich, masculine while slightly effeminate. Nightingale nodded towards the woman at the bar. Dathar moved to the rail and smiled. Ah yes, she would be your type. Let's see....Mia is her name. She is a high-school student, and quite a promiscuous one. She enjoys being the subject of rumor and speculation, and she is here to find someone to entertain her. Dathar smiled and left the rail. Shall I give her an invite to the lounge my dear? Make it so love. She spoke simply, as she was one of the more ascendant celestial beings, she felt unnecessary words were meaningless. In fact if Dathar didn't use them so well...she might have destroyed him long ago. But she found him to beautiful, to poetic and perfect. But for now she drained her glass and turned to her lounge. With abstract thought she began to manipulate her domain. The floor, walls, and ceiling all transformed into blood marble, a rare celestial stone which was black, however the veins were crimson red. The love-seats and cushions became red velvet of the highest quality, and besides the torches, the only source of light became a roaring fireplace large enough to fit a whole car inside. A single crimson shag rug sat in front of the fireplace, so thick that ones feet would sink into it. The final touch dyed a single, four inch wide streak of crimson down her hair on her right side, starting with the bangs. Right as she finished, her divine hearing picked up Dathar's invitation. The madam Nightingale has invited you to her private lounge... Dathar said as he took Mia's hand and kissed it smoothly. ...if it pleases you to meet her....would you follow me? I assure you the lady is an exemplary host....and you will not regret it.