Every soul that makes a contract must come through this place. Those are the rules, and have been for many, many years. In this house, the devils rule over the desperate, preparing them for their trip downstairs. The souls of the wicked and the damned are devoured, and those that try, may earn their chances for redemption. But this house changes people. Will it change you?
Has there ever been anything you've wanted, that was worth selling your soul for? Have you ever been so desperate for a change in your life, that you made a deal with a devil? Sure, most people think that it's just an expression. No one would actually do it. No one would even know how, right? They are wrong. The devils walk among us, striking deals when people are their weakest and most vulnerable. A contract must be formed, and the debt must eventually be paid. So what happens when your time is up?
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The days had been getting cold and short, which didn't really bother the punk star too terribly much, but that meant that he had to travel all the way back to Blackhaven Maine to fulfill his year end bargain. Of course, he was still popular as ever, and that meant that the devil he had sold his soul to still had to wait a bit longer to have him.
Addi walked down the alley, his long strawberry blonde hair pulled off to the side as it usually was, as he made his way towards the club. His band was supposed to be performing that evening, and afterwards, he was supposed to meet with the one that granted this wish of his. It wasn't often that he saw Azazel, and that was probably for the best, as Addi was usually quite demanding. Still, playing in a tiny little club like this drew a lot of attention, as well as scrutiny from his fellow band mates. "Look, we just gotta do one show, just on this one night, and then we can go back to touring. Maybe even on a global scale, yeah? So quitcher bitchin and get set up!"
The star paced back and forth for a few moments after shouting at his band mates, before heading inside. He quickly brushed his hands down along his dress, making sure that he looked absolutely perfect as usual before heading to his dressing room. Why on earth was he so nervous? It was just a small performance. He sang for stadiums! This tiny little club in this dinky ass town was nothing! But maybe it was because of the guests of honor that made him all twitchy. These were the kind of people that made dreams come true!
Eventually, it came time to get ready for the performance, and he began to pace backstage again, waiting for his introduction. "This is it..." There was no turning back now.
I'm mad, really bad, But don't tell my mum and dad. Pucker up, kiss my butt, Cause I'm bloody fuckin' nuts. Pucker up, kiss the nut, Cause it sells to be a slut. Hear the bass, skinny waist Now let's copy Pokerface like, Woah Woah Oh Oh!!! ♥
He was sure that this event was going to be the best thing possible for business, and no way was he just going to pass that up! So Furfur got himself ready in his usual white suit with his checkered scarf and did his hair in some crazy way before asking his servants what they all thought of him. Of course he wanted them all to lighten up a little, but that wasn't really gonna happen anytime soon. Servants always seemed to have sticks up their asses.
The little devil quickly waved them off and bounded down the stairs, calling for the one that was supposed to be escorting him for the evening. "Oh Zazzie~ Zazzie~ Where aaare yooouuu~?" It didn't take him too long to find the other fallen, and he just leaned up against the doorframe, patiently waiting for him to be finished with whatever it was that he was doing. "We gonna go see your little star or what?"
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Of course, once they got there, he was honestly surprised at the sheer turnout of people. There was such a crowd, not everyone could even fit in the club. "Lines out the door, that's always a good thing! More and more souls to collect!" He had been right about it being the night of the year. How many of these desperate and unfortunate talentless creatures would want to be just like their idol? How many deals could he possibly make with this?
The two got into the club rather easily, as most of the fallen did not have to wait in line, and Furfur went straight to the bar. Sure, he was technically too young to drink, but that didn't really stop him from being served. "Let's see what he's made of."
Azazel looked himself over in the mirror with a smirk on his face. Tugging at his black suit jacket once before taking up a tie in his hands, he began to tie the slim piece of fabric. Most probably wondered why he even bothered wearing a tie considering his shirt was unbuttoned about a third of a way down and the tie was worn so loose it didn't even serve its correct purpose, but the fallen deemed it fashionable so he wore it.
His admiration for himself in the mirror was quickly interrupted though as he heard the singsong chime of that wretched nickname. It had been so long that the male couldn't remember exactly who started the damn thing, but it caught on and people seemed to just enjoy calling him Zazzie. A low growl came from him as he heard it a second time, though honestly he was quite used to it by now, and soon he was met with the sight of a shorter master in the doorway. "You seem upbeat about it." The grey haired male, knowing very well why. Anytime that little rockstar showed up it was like a free for all of the desperate people waiting to make deals.
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As they approached a line wrapping down the road became visible, and the fallen couldn't help but smirk at it. Not only would he eventually get a cute little plaything, this plaything only attracted more playthings. "Easy picking for us tonight." Azazel retorted to Furfur's remark about so many souls to collect. As they got in people in the line, of course, complained, though a good amount looked on in awe as well. Furfur of course bee-lined for the bar and Azazel could only shake his head. Not that he wasn't doing the exact same thing.
Sliding up next to Furfur, Azazel didn't even need to say anything as a scotch on the rocks was brought to him. Taking up the glass he sipped at it lightly, looking toward the shorter male with a smirk on his face. "Oh this one never disappoints in terms of entertainment." The fallen admitted he was quite the performer, which helped greatly in aiding his wishes to come true. Pivoting a bit so he could lean back on the bar his slate blue eyes scanned the crowded room before fixating his eyes on the stage.
As the lights turned down and up on the stage, music resounded in the place, though, the amount of screaming that happened the instant he appeared might have had you guess if anything was happening at all besides a roaring of people. Azazel, however, was unphased. His gaze was intently fixated on the pink haired performer with an amused look on his face as he sipped at his drink. Briefly, he would scan the crowd to determine who would be easy enough to charm into a deal - though honestly, the greed knew no bounds. Looking toward Furfur Azazel leaned closer so it would be easier to hear, "So your thoughts?"
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[break][break]I've got no soul to sell[break]You can have my absence of faith[break]You can have my everything
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