Ah, things always seemed to go best for Akabu when it went the worst for others. That's what balance was in this world, and of course, Akabu was ALL about balance right? A door closed, a window opened, a mountain fell, a forest would spring, that sort of cosmic bullshit was all about, and people just never seemed to see it. You had to look real close, and even so, Akabu knew better than to tempt with things like fate after all. That was one thing he dared not anger, for fate was a mighty force that created an empire with one hand while sweeping out another empire with the other hand. That meant that for all intensive purposes, his empire could be ruined. That wouldn't do for him. He liked his empire. He liked being in charge and having all the power.
Ah.
Power. His greatest friend.
Right now power was out there, by the name of Alcée apparently. He had overlooked this man for several reasons, because of his position with the Matron and what not. He hadn't the guts to step in with his kind yet, but as time wore on and more and more fell to his secret trade, he decided that it might be in his best interest to see what exactly this fellow was up to. The trek through Reajh was dangerous to say the least. Though he openly would admit to anyone about being a dealer, and pretty much stuff a drug down anyone's throat, he had taken to being cautious. There were rumours out there about what he may have been, and what his drugs may be involved with.
Though he set those rumours down with a few flicks of his silver tongue, it didn't stop bothering him. He had made sure not to slip out the word magical when he described his drugs, unless of course it came to describing how the effects were or something like that. Even then he had stopped saying they were magically delicious and what not, as people really got bothered by that.
Fucking humans.
He knew what he was getting into here, but he didn't realize just how bad this world was when it came to discrimination. There were followers of light who hated what seemed to be Drow and pretty much anyone not part of their religion, but they were tainted like everyone else, and then there was Connlaoth. An entire nation devoted to the discrimination of magic. It was a strange place, but soon it would all fall into his hands. He was starting small, basically one person at a time, and moving up to more and more. Eventually there wouldn't be a single person in Connlaoth who wasn't addicted to one of his many wondrous drugs, either that or thrown into a prison for speaking out against him. Heh. That sort of power would actually be kind of interesting. Even though he was a Daemon Lord, he never really got a chance to just boss around an entire nation of people, his plans never got that far...
Now though he had determination. He wanted his plans to succeed and he would find a way.
His trip through Reajh, taking the back routes, dodging any sort of guards, it was fun, but it was needed. He had been careless as of late, walking the streets during the day, even talking to people like he looked normal. His psychic powers couldn't help him forever, keeping him from being recognized too easily. Though these people didn't seem to have a knowledge of what a Daemon Lord was, they at least knew what a drug was, and they knew that they wanted some. That was at least a bonus for him. Might not have been a big bonus but it was still a bonus damn it all! Soon enough though he managed to pick out a certain person that had been talked about through the grapevine, the exact person he was looking for. Apparently a Maverikko, someone connected to their Matron or some other taudy bullshit like that. Akabu didn't care who they were connected with, all he cared about is if they wanted some of his finery.
He already had a plan for controlling Connlaoth. It did deal with the Matron, but not this early in the game. Still, having one so close to the Matron would come in handy...eventually. Akabu readjusted his hat and his trench coat, peering through the darkness of the alley at the two creatures inside of it. The man in question, Alcée, and a dog. Huh. No idea why he brought a dog with him but...he wasn't going to question it. Asking about the personal life of a patron would be rude, they only shared if they wanted to share after all.
Akabu had slunk through the alleys to get here, not from the street, so he approached from the darkness, his hands deep in his trench coat pockets, searching through the slate grey coat for some drugs. That's all Akabu looked like, a trench coat with an upturned collar and a hat. "Greetings Alcée. I think it's about time we met." Akabu's voice flowed softly as he spoke, still unable to hide that deep growl of his voice, no matter how quiet he was. "I've been meaning to approach you for sometime, but the rest of the cattle did need my attention, and so I gave it." Akabu took a few steps closer, still a bit wary of the animal. They knew when evil was about, and when fiendish hellish monsters were there, so he couldn't be sure if that dog would recognize the smell of Hell upon him.
"The name is Akabu. I have exactly what you need, and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by how cheap it is too. Just tell me your desires Alcée, what can I, this humble servant, tempt you with? Do you wish a concoction that'll put you in your own world? A drug that will enhance the senses? Do you want to see the future? Know when danger approaches you? Do you want a drug that makes every receptor in your body come alive with pleasure? Come Alcée, there must be something." Akabu's drugs were big boy drugs so to speak. He knew about the drugs that humans could sometimes create, and they were nothing to the things he could whip up in a few hours. They would of course ruin your life just like some of the human drugs, but they did it in a better way really. They did it subtly at first, and they hooked you, grabbed you, wrapped around you tight like a noose around your neck. Then you were his.
"Does anything catch your fancy?"
