The nightclub was packed enough that you could cook a lobster with the collective body heat of everyone in it, and it smelled like three things beer, belligerence, and barf. I noted the gazes of the people on me as i walked deeper into the nightclub near the bar, they looked at me as if i were a juicy ribeye steak on a warm plater.
The dark of the nightclub helped momentarily hide my identity from those who would know me, those who should fear me.
To them I was just another ditzy bar hoping girl, at least for now. They may view my kind, humans, as nothing but food, tonight they were on the menu and my blade needs to feed.
I squeezed past the bar goers, hiking and pulling at my knee length dress to get by till I finally made it to the bar. The neon lights from the ceiling lights danced on my pale skin as I drudged through the crowd.
The music was surprisingly mild in volume, enough for me to hear a few of the conversations next to me as I waited for the bartender.
"Oh man you should've heard how the bitch screamed." One of the men a few seats down from me said. "Like someone letting the air out of a filed up tire hahaaa." The things passing for people he was telling the story to all broke out in raucous laughter.
Finally the bartender's eyes happened to fall to me and he walked over, cleaning a glass as he did.
"What'll be for ya little lady?" The bartender asked, his voice gruff and exhausted.
"Oh nothing for me, I already got what I came for." I said in my best bimbo impression, like how a flytrap sweetens its leaves to attract flies I lure in my prey.
"And what would that be miss...?" He leaned on the counter placing the glass down beside me and reached out a hand for mine. I gripped his hand with supernatural strength unfitting for a woman of my stature as I answered his request.
"Rose...Rose Marie." The bartenders eyes instantly went wide with fear, he knew who I was even if he didn't recognize me. He tried to pull out of my grip but I squeezed harder, my nails digging into his fake flesh, drawing out a bit of his blood.
He pretended not to hear what I'd said and leaned in closer putting an ear up to me as he asked "what was that...I- uh couldn't quite hear you." I leaned in closer, my chest dragging against the bar as I leaned in.
"Rose Marie, I'm the one they sent to kill you-" The bar tender's other hand immediately sprouted claws and went for my throat, an obvious trap by an idiotic demon...
Before his claws could make contact I grabbed my metallic cross pendant and recited the prayer for its activation in my mind in an instant. It immediately grew in size becoming a large cross handled blade that reached down to the floor, blocking the bartender's weak attack.
With his trap failed I released his hand and allowed him to jolt backwards away from me. The smell of brimstone began to fill the air as the neon lights flickered red and for the first time tonight the music stopped.
Everyone in the bar noticed my giant red and black blade. I could hear snarls from some of the demons surrounding me and Ooo's and Aaa's from some of the actual humans who didn't know coming into this bar was basically a death sentence.
This bar was a demon bar, at least that's what the scout's intel had picked up. Typically these demons would pose as party goers in other bars and night clubs, make friends with the people there and convince them to bar hop, finally ending up here as their final destination.
Before the bartender could launch another attack I kicked off my seat and onto the bar and in one overwhelming strike I brought my blade down onto his head, nearly splitting him in twain.
The broke out into countless screams and snarls as the human prey who'd been lured there began running out the front and back doors of the nightclub, aptly named the The Sacred Lamb.
Within a few seconds the last of them had cleared out, I looked around from atop the bar. Only around 30 or so demons remained in the nightclub, some of them already beginning to transform into more combat ready form.
I pried my blade from the head of the bartender and hopped down from the bar, my dress lightly flowing in the air as I did so.
Now here I stood, in a stand off with me and 30 of hell's best, A fiendish grin appeared on my lips as i said, "this really the best you guys can do? Only 30? You'd at least need 200 to take me down."
They said nothing, they just stood there at the ready waiting for me to make my next move, a shame, I like it when they talk back.
A snarl broke out behind me as a demon in the shape of a slim blonde girl tried to ambush me from behind. In a flash she fell to the ground headless as my blade bathed the wall behind her in her brimstone blood.
With that attack all of the demons charged me and I ran into the fray. Me and my blade, Rosemary, twin partners in a dance of dangerous death for our opponents. I cleaved two demons in half at the waist before spinning carving one down with a cut across his chest.
A few tried to escape my wrath, eking their way to the back door when my back was turned. I reached into the back compartment of my dress and pulled out my dual ornate desert eagles and lighting them up with a hail of holy water covered high caliber rounds.
In the end I stood in the center of the nightclub alone, demonic carnage all around me as the lights, now red with blood, lit up the room.
I stepped into a bathroom in the back where it turns out one of the injured demons had taken refuge in the stall. I kicked down the door making it fly into them before ripping it out of the way and blasting them right between the eyes.
I let out an exasperated sigh as I walked over to the disgusting bathroom mirror. That's when I noticed I'd been tagged by one the demon's claws on my right arm. The mounting adrenaline must've kept me from feeling it.
I took a finger and wiped some of the blood away before bringing the finger to my nose and smelling it. It smelled of brimstone and iron, a mix of both human and demonic scents. Since my blood was both it was a smell I'd gotten used to.
In an instant I willed my menu to appear and it popped up to the side of me as it read.
[Rose Marie]
[Demons killed: 1032]
[XP: 3200]
[Strength 20]
[Agility 23]
[Intelligence 19]
[Holy Arms: Nightingale Blade, Dress of the Damned]
"Damnit still not enough XP for a good holy arm roll-"
That's when my phone began to vibrate in my left pocket, a cute electronic chime ringing from the device. I opened it and put it up to my ear, I knew who it was without even checking the caller I.D.
"Rose, we have a situation..."