The next evening, Darian found himself steering his black car into the familiar street of Hell's Den. Neon lights flickered against the dark sky, glowing pinks and blues, stretching across the road. It seemed to be bustling than usual today and he could feel the energy from the outside, even before getting out of his car.
As he drove towards the entrance and got out of his car, the valet took his keys, bowing to him slightly. Hell's Den might not be big in building, but it was one of the best clubs for secret here in the country and they served just like any high end clubs.
He entered into the atmosphere and there was nothing. Any normal person would be able to perceive the stench of alcohol, cigar and sweats but the only think he could feel was the air coming in and out of his nose.
He couldn't remember the last time he could smell something or even feel the taste of anything. It was like a curse he was already used to living with, no matter how many remedies he tried to help.
But he could smell a human. Just one of them.
The place was alive with laughter, music and the clinking of glasses against tables. Women dressed in shiny dresses walking through the crowd dancing away to the thumping music. Men leaning against the bar while some of them occupied by the strippers who were waiting for their attention.
But none of those were his concern, he was only here for someone.
And it didn't take him too long to find her.
Samantha moved in the crowd, trying her best to balance the glass on her tray. She was wearing the standard waitress uniform today. Short black skirt, crisp white shirt tucked in, and an apron tied around her slio waist. He hair was tied back, but a few strands had slipped loose, brushing against her cheeks as she tried her best to get her work done as she avoided the crowd.
She had a smile on as she served the men their orders and although it looked normal, Darian could see the twitching of the corner of her lips. It was all fake laughter and she knew she had to do it. As usual, she took clumsy steps almost running into people but she always picked herself well, slipping through the chaos all around.
Darian couldn't help but chuckle, surprising even himself. He really was intrigued by her. She wasn't graceful like other women. She wasn't even richly dressed or anything but she was able to catch his attention still.
Her eyes finally caught his and she paused for a moment before looking away as if she didn't see him. He paused. Was she still scared of him? "But I did what I had to do." He mumbled, a frown settling on his lips.
"She's human. It's plainly brutal to murder those bastards before her." Lior's words flowed back to his ears.
"But they weren't even humans." Darian mumbled again before turning to look for a manager who horrible rushed over.
"H-how may we help you, sir?" Rhe manager asked with a smile, bowing at the sight of Darian's obviously expensive attire.
"I want a private lounge." Darian paused before turning to look back at Samantha, pointing at her."And I want her to serve me drinks."
Samathat caught his sight and gesture again, chill running down her spine for an unknown reason. That man saved her and yet she feared him. It was just a reflex action. Who wouldn't be scared of someone who murders without batting an eye.
She watched him from the corner of his eyes as he was led away by one of the workers towards the elevator. She didn't expect someone like him to be in a crowded bar like this in the first place. The VIP area was more suitable.
A lot of rich demons preferred human women to satisfy their pleasures which Hell's Den provided a lot of. Since the reproduction rate between a demon and a woman is nearly impossible, they loved it that way. Including rich politicians in the city also.
"Samantha…" a voice called her from behind, making her turn to see the assistant manger who was speaking to Darian earlier. "A VIP customer in Lounge 23. You're to serve the customer."
Samantha didn't know why her stomach dropped. She didn't have to be told before she knew who was asking of her service. "Do I have to?" Samantha asked, looking a bit… fearful?
"Your pay will be deducted if you don't get going now." He snarled at her she had no choice but to do as he asked.
Filling up her cart, she headed straight towards the VIP lounge she was to serve. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door before stepping in. In lounge was dimly lit, sofas sprawling across the room, a swimming pool in the lounge, leaning out to a side of the balcony with sunbeds there. On the other side of the balcony, I figure was standing there, his hands tucked in his pockets.
"Good evening. I came to serve drinks." She said, trying to steady her voice.
Darian just stood there, the sweet scent of mild rose and lavender flowing into his nostrils. The entire room had no single scent before she steplef in but now, it was as if the entire earth was filled with her.
"Gosh, I'm not letting of you. You've caught my eyes now." He mumbled but she didn't hear a word.
"E-excuse me?" She stuttered.
Darian finally turned, taking a few steps into the room to see her fully. She gulped at the sight of his cold eyes approaching her. She thought he would walk over to her but he just sat on one of the sofa, legs crossed and eyes glued on her.
"What's on the menu?" He asked, resting his chin on his knuckles.
"W-we have Red wine, Black wine, White wine. There's some other mixtures and champagne…"
He watched her with keen interest as she explained everything to him, pointing at different things on her cart, her attention taken away by the drinks which he couldn't help but he jealous of.
"Which do you recommend?" He asked her once she finished speaking.
"I-I don't know your preference." She responded.
"You." He replied, earning a stare from her which she quickly lowered immediately his eyes glanced red. "You know, I came here today for a totally different reason, but now I'm thinking. It was my favourite cloth and shoes you ruined the other day. How will I get compensated? I should probably ask the club for it."
Samantha's eyes widened as he said that. If the management knew, she would be fired without a second thought. And she would have a hard time getting a job. She can't afford to lodge it now?
"N-no, you can't report to thr management. I-I'll pay it." She quickly offered.
A small smirk appeared on his lips.
"Do you know how much it cost? They were all specially made and for me and they're worth millions per piece." He leaned forward. "Can you afford that?"
She remained silent, tears welling up in her eyes. If he really did so, her highest paying job was gone.
"But… I have a way you can pay me back instead."