Hunting for love [private for me and MsJacobL]
 

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Name: Aoki Ridyer
Age: 51
Height: 177 cm
Race: demon
Occupation: works in main demon archive.

Personality: He have amazing memory and is excellent organizator. Lady luck is often on his side. Hedonistic, avoids problems. In bed likes almost everything.

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Name: Cresil Mictian (Or Cres for short but he's not a fan of nicknames)
Age: 87 (Demon years)
Height: 185 cm (6'1)
Occupation: Executioner
Race: Demon

Likes: Killing, men, sex (pretty much sums it up)
Dislikes: People ignoring him, humans, surprises, nicknames
Traits: Serious, dominant, crude sense of humor, perceptive

Personality: Usually he’ll leave you alone, unless you’re on his bad side, or you’re a human. He goes out of his way to find trouble, but when he’s not out and about killing, he’s usually trying to find something, or someone to occupy himself with. Once he wants something, he wont stop until he gets it.

Aoki sighed closing up the archive main gate. It was a busy day. Someone screwed up sealing of Cursed Book of Undeads and thanks to that everyone needed to help fighting skeletons to this late hour. But it was Friday so all was good. With a sigh he went home, changed clothes and took of to the nearby club, wanting to have some fun. Aoki was now wearing leather pants, that looked really good on his nicely shaped ass, black button up and some elegant shoes. The club he was going to was VIP only but he got a pass for a favor for some higher demon. When he was already inside he sighed. It really looked classy yet people seemed to party like in every other club. He smiled and sat at the bar, ordering his first drink.

It’s always nice to have a couple drinks after a long day.
Cresil had gotten back to his room with his upper body covered in blood. A good fight in which he was victorious was the reason for it.
Wiping the corner of his lip, Cresil barely noticed a small cut that he had obtained. Washing it up in the shower, followed by the rest of his body, he stepped out and walked to his dismal wardrobe, taking out a few things.

Throwing on a pair of rugged black jeans, and his opened crimson jacket, Cresil made his way to one of his favourite places. Despite the occasional bar fight, and slaps from cute men, the demon had a knack for bringing people home with him, and drinking until he got buzzed.

Walking to the club doors, Cresil showed his VIP pass quickly, barely allowing the person to see the illegal copy of the card. Shoving back into his back pocket, Cresil felt his inner adrenaline peeking through as he stepped inside, heading straight for the bar.

Aoki was sitting there, chatting casually with some nice looking guy when he saw dark haired demon behind the man he was talking with. He knew him, it was Cresil Mictian. Very hot yet really troublesome guy. He heard a lot about him. How he was like a beast in bed and in live. How many hearts he had broken. Aoki sighed and looked back on his interlocutor. Well.. one thing was sure, he didn't have even half of wild charm of infamous executioner. Nodding with smile to something other demon said he ordered the next drink.

He sighed when demon.. well Garou was his name.. went to the toilet. Sure he was handsome and good in coversation but something felt off with him. As if it was just a fasade.. mask he put on. Aoki was rather good in sensing things like that so now he was just hoping the guy wouldn't be too persistent on spending with him the night. The luck was on his side as Garou apologized when he was back and said that something important came up. When he left Aoki ordered another drink and sipping it slowly, he looked on the dance floor to see if there was anything worth his attention.

Finally. Cresil thought to himself. Even if it was overdramatic, he would have caused a scene of the dude didn’t leave. He was getting on his nerves spontaneously.

Cresil’s light blue eyes slowly admired the demon’s body. The leather pants he wore was enough to turn him on, everything else just amplified that. Drinking his second shot, Cresil hissed slightly from the alcohol making contact with his lower lip, the cut burning from the drink.

Before his chance left, Cresil looked back over at the demon and spoke with a curious tone of voice, noticing his eyes on the dance floor.
“Looking for someone?” Cresil enthralled as he leaned his elbows against the bar.

Aoki flinched when he heard the sexy, low voice asking him if he was looking for someone. He shifted gaze of his pretty, golden eyes for the dance floor to the really handsome executioner that looked like he would gladly eat him alive. Not really having anything better to do he tilted his head and smirked.
"Maybe. And you mister Mictian? Are you looking for someone too or just for some trouble?", he asked playfully, letting know other demon that he knew who he was and what reputation he had.

Finding satisfaction in the fact that the attractive man beside him replied, Cresil’s slightly arrogant smile faltered when he said his last name, although returned less than a second later when he asked him his intention of being here.

“I’m more notorious than I thought. Only fair for you to tell me your name if you know mine.” Cresil proclaimed.
That next question was a bit more tricky. There were just so many reasons he had come to the bar and those two he listed were just some of the few.

“Both.” Cresil finally answered with a flirtatious edge to his voice.