The Exiled.
An exclusive, and secret for the most part, underground club and haven for those with a generally evil allegiance that dwelled in the village of Serendipity. The magical lights of the underground club constantly lit the place in bright red, the perfect compliment to all of the unsavory acts and unholy deals that took place in the club.
It almost made Amodon and feel right at home.
The Hellsend Master was perched on the shoulder of his woman thrall, Terris, who was sitting cross-legged in a luxurious chair. Haze and Atel, two of his Hellsends, were standing behind the chair and were doing a good job of looking like bodyguards.
"You're make an interesting deal, Amodon..." said Gosien, the burly owner of The Exiled. He and Amodon were seated on his private balcony, which had a bird's eye view of the dance floor and the main chamber of the club. "It is true that we hire out straight killers for small jobs, but why do you want so many? Did something happen that I should know about, demon?"
Amodon explained in his native, gutteral language, then waved his hands around in arcane patterns. On que, Terris translated, "Gosien can say that. There is no more Malignity. All destroyed. Amodon is one of few survivors. But Amodon sees opportunity. Rhed is gone and so is the old Hellsend. Amodon will rebuild Hellsend, rebuild Malignity, but it will be all Amodon's."
Gosien snapped his fingers and one of his scantily clad whores came up to his chair, kneeled down submissively and held up a wineglass filled with a black liquid to him like she was offering a sacrifice to a god. Gosien snatched the glass out of her hand and downed the whole thing in one swig. "Well," he wiped his mouth with the back of his chin and shooed the whore away with a wave of his hand. "That explains why you need my boys. You need to stock your new interests with bodies. And from a business standpoint, I should be shittin' my pants 'cause this is so good."
Atel snickered while Haze smirked a little.
Amodon babbled again in his language, and Terris translated, "So Gosien agrees on trade?"
The club owner tossed the wineglass over his shoulder and grinned slightly. "Just one thing that still intrigues me: Why do you want the woman too? I went through some deep shit to grab her alive. Fuck, I'm lucky that she just decided to give up and let herself be taken. Stupid bitch. One hell of a fighter though, and I'll be damned if I let her go easy, you know."
Amodon made some weird noise that sounded like it could have been a laugh. He gestured and babbled quickly, and Terris made sense of the mess, "Amodon wishes for Woman for Amodon's own designs. Amodon has many things that Amodon must do."
Gosien reached into his coat's inside and withdrew a small, black book and flipped it open to a certain page. After glancing at it, he said to the Hellsend Master, "How bad do you want her, demon?"
The look on Amodon's little green goblinoid face was a priceless expression of 'Don't go there'.
And Gosien chuckled deeply. "I know me and the Hellsend go way back, but you guys know me. I'm just a businessman - I go with whoever gives me the biggest fucking lump sum. And, believe it or not, you're not the only one interested in the red-haired woman."
The Exiled was always the busiest at night, especially late night and early morning when most people were sleeping in their beds.
This was apparent to Virtue, who, from her rooftop perch over the alley to which the entrance stairway down to The Exiled could be found, saw a malign-looking man and his date/victim enter the club with a whole entourage of bodyguards, lackeys, and servants.
The first thing Virtue had done when she touched down on the roof overlooking the club was make sure her pure white wings were retracted. Next, she began to cast several defense and augmentation oriented Miracles on herself, making sure that she had turned away from the club to hide the light from the four bouncers that were stationed outside at the entrance.
"It is unfortunate that we do not have a description to compliment our name," said Virtue to her ally, Norriden Utor, as she finished working another Miracle of protection on herself. "But, it is quite possible that Kynrei will be the only other proxy inside The Exiled besides myself. Because she is a proxy, her spirit and aura will be fundamentally different in nature from the average soul, and probably similar to my own. Therefore, that is our best chance to identify her, Sir Utor."
Virtue wove a quick-casting Miracle on herself, which caused her eyes to flash golden for a second behind her sunglasses. She turned back around and looked down at the entrance to The Exiled and its four bouncers.
"How we will enter The Exiled, I leave up to you, Sir Utor," Virtue offered as she glanced at Norriden.
