A Bit of Exorcising (Mephis)

Mephis entered in the bar on his usual cat form, growling a bit to those who dared to look at him with a ‘Should I kick this animal out?’ face, that kind of stuff really pissed him off, with his eyes only it should be enough to let them know that he wasn’t just a common stray cat, the demonic spiked collar only making this more obvious. Really, none of them ever saw a stray demon pet before?

He walked towards one of the several unoccupied tables, allowing himself to shift from his cat form to a more humanoid one, though he decided to keep the claws and fangs, he was already a bit too used to them and he just liked to keep them on any of his forms. Finally, only after shifting the gazes left him and the bartender decided to go and see what he wanted to drink, he just asked for a Bastard Trilogy, wanting something that could kick in quickly. Being a demon, he needed a lot more alcohol than the average man to get drunk, thing that could prove to be fairly bothersome from time to time.

He looked around this new bar as he calmly sipped his drink, nothing looked unusual. A couple of drunk guys flirting with equally drunk girls on one corner, the group of friends in the middle of a drinking competition, one or two lonely boys or girls that were here to either drown their problems on alcohol or hook up with someone to spend a good time that night…the usual.

Mephis drank calmly from his glass, feeling the strong alcoholic drink warm up his throat and stomach, but even then the alcohol didn’t kick in, his system working on it incredibly quickly, just as always. He was seriously considering to go on and look for that famous bar owned by a demon. He knew that if a demon owned it they would have strong drinks that would work a lot faster than these common drinks.

As he thought about this he noticed the goblin girl walking towards him, he rarely crossed paths with this specific kind of creatures, and usually when he did he had to transform into something smaller than his usual form, in which he was at the moment. He smirked a bit when she talked to him, was this girl really aware of what she was getting herself into?

“Nah, I just came here to drink something and have a good time” He was almost talking on a whisper, his predatory eyes locked on hers. He knew by experience that most females that approached to him like this would almost immediately retreat, a bit too intimidated by his gaze.

He was a bit used to this, not everyone could hold their gaze with a demon after all. He would wait to see this girl’s reaction before trying anything else, would she get discouraged and retreat like most mortals did or she would be between the few that had the guts, or the lust, to stay and tempt their luck with a creature as dangerous as him?

Well, wasn’t this girl a brave one? Goblins weren’t between the bravest kind of creatures, actually it was the other way around, they rarely stood for more than a couple of second around any dangerous creature or situation, and here was this girl, staring right at him without any sign of fear or hesitation.

“Is there any drink that you prefer?” He asked politely, he may be a demon, but he still had manners. He couldn’t help but wonder if he would be able to find more creatures that defied the laws of their specie’s behavior like this one “I’m Mephis, it’s a true pleasure to meet you, Dorito” An interesting name for an interesting girl? Seems legit.

He could easily tell that his demonic desires were starting to roam free across his mind once more, especially after Dorito decided to stay and offer him a good time in exchange of a drink, he knew that if the girl continued walking on this specific path she was going to reach the point of no return pretty quickly. With demons, once the action began there was no way to retreat, and since she wasn’t his owner he wouldn’t even try to hold back.

Mephis couldn’t help but let out a deep low chuckle before calling a waitress, whispering a couple of words in her ear. It was easy to tell that the waitress was a bit surprised with Mephis’ request, but anyone knew better than get into an argument with anyone carrying a demonic aura. Mephis’ aura was a bit weaker than most demons thanks to his low rank, but if you got close enough you still would be able to feel it.

Soon after the waitress arrived with a light blue drink that almost looked neon, placing it in front of Dorito before leaving. Mephis was used to strong drinks, but he couldn’t help but wonder how the small female goblin would react to a AMF. The drink itself didn’t appeared to be strong as it really was, the alcoholic taste hidden behind the bubbles and lemon flavor of the 7UP. He knew by experience that mortals would drink the whole glass pretty quickly thanks to its soft flavor, only to realize a bit too late the truth behind the soda mask, the carbonation only making the alcohol kick in even faster and fairly stronger.

“You’re playing with fire, Dorito, and if you aren’t careful you’re gonna get burned” He almost purred, drinking in an almost absentminded way from his own glass.

Mephis wasn’t surprised at all when he heard that small whisper inside his head, this wouldn’t be the first time that his mind started to throw this kind of thoughts at him after all. But now the question came to his mind, fed by the previous whisper. What would be more interesting to have in bed? A half-sober goblin or a fully drunk one? He knew perfectly that, thanks to her size and the strength of the drink in front of her, she would be drunk with only half of the thing after all.

He knew that having an at least half-sober mortal could be indeed nice, as they would have ideas of their own and even make things a bit more interesting from time to time as long as they didn’t tried to retreat, of course. But then, a fully drunk mortal was easier to seduce and manipulate, giving him the upper hand and completely erasing the probability of them trying to retreat when they had already passed the point of no return with him.

He decided to get closer to the goblin girl, smirking and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. His demonic eyes soon locked themselves on hers, the poison-green iris giving out a completely unnatural glow and contrasting clearly with the dark blue, almost black, sclera.