Nov 24, 2023 20:55:09 GMT -5
Post by Myojin on Nov 24, 2023 20:55:09 GMT -5
Gingertown, a tight knit neighborhood that was cordial and had a strong sense of community. If Myojin wasn't so knowingly fucked in the head always yearning to spread despair and receive it, terrorizing locals with her bullshit antics, and didn't spook people off, the demon would confidently claim Gingertown as her home. Well... she could do it anyway, including the fact that she was knowingly fucked in the head, always yearned to spread despair and receive it, enjoyed terrorizing locals with her bullshit antics, and loved to spook people off. Old habits die hard, as they say. Except as long Myojin was a demon, her habits were there to stay and she gladly accepted her fate of what she became. Her life took a wild twist, but she would never, EVER go back to the old life she had.
But underneath this wholesome town was a bar. A special bar that stood out from Gingertown's signature atmosphere and friendliness and sense of community: MINAX. MINAX had its own signature brand that well belonged to a major city than somewhere as obscure as Gingertown. Such a bar was infamous for being the opposite of what the town was and represented. It was rowdy, reckless, and some may even call it deadly. A mess. Almost every night a fight would break out and a riot later ensued. How MINAX hasn't shut down or why it still remained was a mystery. One would've figured that law enforcement would shut the place down for good.
Whatever the case was, Myojin didn't care. In MINAX itself in a week night, the demon casually bundled up near the corner of the bar. Dozens of glasses were found on her table, all alone. The bar reeked alcohol and faint scents of food perfumed around the area. A bag of pistachios was mindlessly consumed as a fight broke out before her. Two large men who were lost in their own drunken forms randomly sized each other up. She had no clue who started it or how it went down, but all she knew was a brawl was born and the bar endured yet another beat down from property damage. The crowd around the two men cheered and jeered as the brawl continued on. They encouraged what unfolded before them, and Myojin was no better as she joined in.
"KICK HIS ASS, RYAN! BEAT THAT FUCKER TO A PULP! MAKE HIM YOUR BITCH AND PUT A BOW ON HIS BALD SPOT! PUT HIM ON A LEASH!!" The demon howled with laughter. Myojin had no clue what those men's name were and she didn't care. She just wanted someone to draw blood, someone to whimper in fear and beg for mercy... only for them to meet their end! Just the thought of it made Myojin want to jump in and do the deed herself... She could have her own human bitch! She could see it now... her own pet human, dressing them up, taking them out for walks, humiliating them... dominating them... it didn't even have to be a human, either. Any specie could be her adored pet that she'd oh so lovingly protect... but a human always felt to be the best pet. She could force them into submission. Now that would be a dream come true.
One of the men were punched squared in the face. The first man stumbled back from such force, he managed to knock right onto Myojin's table. The table flipped over, the glasses tumbled down and shattered into thousands of tiny of little pieces. Blood trickled from his nose as he groaned in immense pain. It looked like he was knocked out, but Myojin remained in her seat... until a sneer was plastered on her face as she watched at the man she called "Ryan". No! He was knocked out! She wanted him to win, damn it! He wasn't the man that was supposed to be the bitch tied to a leash! This was unacceptable and the demon was not willing to let such a preposterous result settle!
Myojin threw her bag of pistachios to the side and held up the same hand that held the bag. A white glove magically appeared tugged on her hand. She stepped out of her seat and around the mess created by "Ryan" to stand right in front of him. She slid the glove off her hand and proceeded to smack it across "Ryan's" face! The man was brought back to reality from his gasp of the sudden strike. He looked around frantically as if he'd just woken up from a terrible nightmare... except the nightmare was real, and right in front of him. "W-What the fu-"
"RYAN!" Myojin screeched. She reached for the man's collar and clutched her hands around them. She forcefully pulled his face close to hers, the scents of various alcohol they consumed mixed together. "ARE YOU GOING TO LET THAT BALD HEADED BITCH MAKE YOU HIS BITCH?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW TERRIBLE IT IS TO BE A BITCH'S BITCH?!" Anger clouded her eyes, foam practically formed in the mouth from the rage she endured. Now, the demon wasn't drunk. Oh, no. This was Myojin in her natural state, all sober. But many people in the bar would think Myojin was on the edge and slowly killing her liver.
"B-But my name ain't Ry-"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING STILL STANDING HERE?!" Myojin yanked the man right up to this feet. The demon, now one hand clutched onto his collar, roughly pulled him out from the spot he stood and shoved him right back into the other man he fought. "GET THE HELL OUT THERE AND PEG THE FUCKER!" She yelled.
Tonight was just any other night in MINAX: chaotic and ruthless. Just how the demon likes it.
Word Count: 978
Bonuses: x2 PL and Zeni | Looters +10% Zeni
