The Underworld discussion

The Grand Hotel, an expensive, 5 star place of accommodation. When residents visit the Surface, their stay here is paid for by the Father.

Daemon clutched into the seat, mildly terrified "slow down!"

They pulled into the grand car park. The hotel was huge. He got out the car, tossing the keys to a chauffeur before allowing the doormen to take his bags.

"Under Campbell," instructed Adrian.

"Ah, Mr Campbell," they greeted.

"Come on," he called to Daemon, "I have no patience today."

Daemon stumbled out of the car and ran after Adrian with a yelp, quickly catching up

They were shown up to Adrian's penthouse, and left alone almost immediately. Adrian threw the cases onto the bed. The apartment had 4 bedrooms, one bathroom.

"Order anything you want," he told Daemon, "But do not leave this apartment, under any circumstance."

He turned to leave.

"I'll be back later," he mused, "Don't wait up."

"Hey!" He yiped. "Don't just leave me!" He scowled "I don't want to be stuck here c'mon let me come with you!" He was begging, not wanting to waste his time up top stuck in a room

Hi

((yo))

"It will only be for tonight," he replied smoothly, "Don't worry, for the rest of the week you can have my attention."

He turned to leave, pulling on his long coat.

"You won't like it anyway," he promised, "Smoky jazz bars and the smell of blood, I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

He scowled "I love that but okay" he grumbled. If Adrian wanted a night to himself, he deserved that at least. "Just don't die, okay?" He murmured worriedly, reaching up to fix his tie. "There"

Adrian repressed a chuckle.

"Okay, wife," he said, "I'll be back soon."

He turned to leave, before stopping.

"And I'll never die."

((Timeskippingggg))

Adrian slammed the door open, every fibre in his body on fire. His skin had lost the gaunt look it had before, his hair more luscious. He caught his reflection in the window - this was Adrian Fallon.

He scowled, flipping him off to his back, crossing his arms over his chest and watching Adrian go.

When Adrian returned, the apartment was way different. It was darker, the shades drawn, blankets draped over them so it was extremely so. There was a flatscreen tv on the wall, and an xbox was hooked up to it, a halo game waiting to be played. There was several boxes of pizza on the floor, all of them eaten, and two two liter bottles of mountain dew lay empty in the trash. Daemon was sitting at the desk, his table dismantled and parts spread everywhere. There were books and diagrams laying around him, and he had a couple tools sticking out of his pockets. He had headphones on to cancel out the noise as he concentrated on what he was doing. He had the inner side of his forearm opened up, the bionics and wires in his arm visible as he worked, installing the tablets memory and programming board inside. Good thing he wasn't squeamish. He didn't react to Adrian's arrival, absorbed into what he was doing. That, and he didn't hear him.

Adrian was full of the blood of young party-goers but he was also heavily intoxicated. Adrian didn't stagger, or slur when he was drunk. In fact, unless you knew him, you'd never notice. But one thing alcohol did to Adrian was make him dangerous. Angry, deadly and dangerous.

He clasped his sparkling eyes on Daemon and crossed over, pulling the headphones from his head.

"Are you messing with it?" he asked calmly, though his eyes told a different story.

Daemon jumped when the headphones were pulled off, and he furrowed his brows. Drunk. He blinked and glanced down to his arm, where the tablets micro processor lay. "Upgrading, actually" he murmured, going back to attaching it to the optical wires with a sauntering gun. "You should go sit down. You're drunk"

Adrian smirked. The boy was new, but he should have known that it was against the rules to mess with Adrian's shit.

"I'm not sitting down," said Adrian, "You've pissed me off, I'm going back out."

He headed toward the door again when Melanie rang.

"Adrian how fucking dare-"

"Shut the fuck up Mel."

"Shit, you're on your rampage?"

"Of course."

"Isn't that usually when you're at your happiest because you're all beautiful and everything?"

"I am beautiful," he said, "Daemon is upgrading himself."

"Well fuck."

"I'm going out."

"Do not go out drinking."

"Not alcohol," he promised, "Blood, Melanie, blood."

Daemon sighed softly, quickly finishing what he was doing and wrapping his arm with gauze. He'd sew it up later. "I'm coming with" he murmured softly, jogging to catch up with Adrian.

"Don't bother," snapped Adrian, "I'll fix you in the morning when I'm sober."

"Put Daemon on," snapped Melanie.

Adrian handed Daemon the phone and continued to walk, opening the door.

"Follow him," she ordered, "He must have been drinking blood from drunk people. I'm not there this time so just... follow him, kay?"

He followed after Adrian "I was going to do that anyway. He's being weird" he muttered. "And we were gonna play Halo and everything" he whined.

"He'll play with you later," she told him, "He thinks he's Master Chief. Oh, and despite the fact I'm really sick of saying this, keep your clothes on."

She hung up as Adrian stepped out into the corridor.

((To Puzzlesss))

He sniggered "I'll think about it"

Adrian sauntered in confidently, picking up the controller and spinning it in his hands.

"Come on then," offered Adrian, "Impress me, 'little brother'."

He scowled at Adrian, sitting crosslegged on the ground with a piece of pizza dangling in his mouth as he started the game and immediately started shooting at Adrian's avatar, running for a buggy.

Adrian flexed his fingers, and the minute they hit the controller, his thumbs began flying rapidly in all directions, his eyes, unblinking, fixed on the screen. Intoxicated, he wouldn't play as well, but his skills were still sound.

Daemon was actually pretty good, but then it had said in his profile he liked gaming. They were both very good at it, and very calm. No fun.

"I'm adding terms to the bet," said Adrian suddenly, "If you lose, Pandemonium spends this week living with us."

"Hell no!" He snarled, shifting slightly as he moved to dodge the other's attack, not looking away from the screen. "If you bring him here, I will kill him. I mean it. YOu can't just add conditions once we already agreed to something!" he snapped. The fact being, Pan was a threat, and Daemon was going to eliminate that threat if need be.

"Oh little Daemon," said Adrian with calm amusement, "You should know by now that I can do whatever the hell I want. This world will be mine one day, after all. And I like Pan, Pan gives spectacular blowjobs and I don't have to leave the apartment for blood if he's here."

Adrian smirked, his eyes unmoving the entire time as he moved smoothly over the controller.

"It all depends on you," he mused, "You beat me and I won't bring him here. The dress idea was far too boring. I'd enjoy it - it's not a punishment."

It was true - he looked outstanding in drag.

He scowled, faltering at the mention of blowjobs. He blushed and shook his head. "You say that like he's better than me" he snarled

"Better than you?" asked Adrian with a laugh, "What made you think he was in competition with you, Daemon?"

He smirked, shooting Daemon's avatar.

"You're not jealous of poor little Pan, are you?"

He scowled, button mashing to dive behind a building. "He said so himself that it was a competition" he snarled.

"Youuuu didn't answer my question," pointed Adrian, "But I'm curious now, what was the competition."

He began to play a little more seriously, to match Daemon's anger.

He scowled "I'd rather not talk about it" he muttered through clenched teeth, firing a mortar at Adrian's character and using a jet pack to fly behind him, shanking him in the bak

Adrian spun his character around, firing straight at Daemon and smirking.

"Tick tock," he warned, "And really Daemon, you are most difficult to please, aren't you?"

How stubborn, thought Adrian. He wasn't really going to bring Pan. Pan was pleasant in small doses. He was just feeling playful.

He was tiring of Halo now, and decided to just finish Daemon off and watch the reaction. It could be interesting.

Daemon moved his character back and put up a temporary shield. He drew a sub machine gun and opened fire at Adrian's character. "It was a competition to see who he favored more. Pan or me" he shrugged, still locked on the screen.

Adrian, unsurprised, began to laugh. "Yes well, Pan is competitive and possessive at the best of times."

Adrian had his character take cover for a moment, before shooting him around, catching Daemon's back and shooting him in the back of the head.

His character dropped, dead. Daemon clenched his jaw and dropped the controller, getting up and crawling into the comfy bed f**k this sh!t" he mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow

"Get out of my bed," said Adrian gleefully, following him in, "I won. Should I call him now? Actually, would you go get him for me?"

Oh this was good.

He snarled at him "how about no and no" he growled, staying still in bed. He couldn't believe he lost, and he knew Adrian was going to just rub it in. ((Classes soon))

((okidokii))

Adrian grabbed his foot and pulled.

"Out of my bed," he repeated, "Oh I know, I'll just bring him tomorrow. Don't say I don't buy you things. The two of you can wear maid outfits together."

He chuckled.

"Are you being a sore loser?"

(( brb class)) daemon growled "I don't wanna" he whined, clutching Ono the bed.

((okidokii))

Adrian arched an eyebrow.

"Get out or I'll lock you in this room so you won't be able to get out," he warned, leaning forward to pry the boy's fingers from the sheets. "Stop being so stubborn."

He whined again and squirmed, finally letting go and sitting at the desk with a small scowl. He grabbed a needle an thread, taking the bandage off of his arm

"Don't you dare," said Adrian. He crossed over, licking his thumb and smoothing his saliva across the arm, the flesh stitching together comfortably. With that, he turned around and wandered toward the bed, falling down onto it. The alcohol still coursed through him and he was rather tired.

Daemon flinched an relaxed as it healed. "Thanks" he mumbled begrudgingly, going to one of the spare beds, curling up in it. "Goodnight, sir"

"Goodnight Daemon," replied Adrian, and suddenly he wished Melanie was there. Usually, on their surface trips, she would bring him mocha before he went to sleep.

"Mocha," he mumbled sleepily, lapsing into sleep without another word, fully clothed, on the bed.

((Timeskip:P))

:3)) Daemon made Adrian a mocha and set it on his nightstand, not going to sleep just yet. He sighed sleepily, curling up in bed

When Adrian awoke the first thing he noticed was that he was still wearing his clothes, the second was the cold cup of mocha on his nightstand. Still half asleep and delirious, he stumbled out of the bedroom.

"Mel, you here?"

Daemon stirred, getting up stiffly and stretching "Mel's not here, sir" he murmured softly, padding out to him and picking up the cold coffee, throwing it away. "Are you okay?"

Adrian frowned.

"Must have been some bad blood," he mused, "My body doesn't like B type blood."

He cocked his head, a sleepy look on his face, his hair all messed up.

"Hey do we have coffee?"

"Yeah...would you like me to make you some sir?"

"Mm," replied Adrian, pulling himself out his creased clothing until he was in his underwear.

"I smell of smoke, whiskey, blood and Pandemonium's perfume," he complained, "Some people were not made to wear Chanel No5 - it reminds me of my mother."

He rolled his eyes and went over to the closet, grabbing him a fresh suit and laying it out on the bed. "No to coffee?"

"Yes to coffee," replied Adrian, "It's always yes to coffee. Do you know how I like it?"