Sanguina was surprisingly chipper for your average demon. Despite her power over blood and air, she focused less on the ruination of humanity or other such things, and instead focused more on wringing every little bit of pleasure and sensation out of her life that she could.
When summoned, she could usually be placated by offerings capable of holding her attention. A game console of some sort, perhaps, or enough bags of cheap fast food to keep her taste-buds occupied. Blood was rarely accepted, except in large enough amounts, and Sanguina is typically, in fact, insulted by small offerings of blood, seeing it as a waste of the very essence of humanity.
Of course, her hedonism also leads her to frequently make forays to the mortal world when her power allows it. Which leads to the events of tonight…
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“Sanguina, this is a really bad idea!” Melancholia said, popping another mint as they drove. Even after downing half the tin, there was still the faintest suggestion of rot and grave dirt in her breath.
“Relaaaax, Melly! This is gonna be a great time! Just you and me, out on the town! Phleggy wouldn’t know a “good idea” if it bit her in the… weird fluid, I guess? Look, my point is, it’s gonna be a great time, relax!” Sanguina replied, eyes intently on the road. Eventually, they’d reached their location, a club in the “bad part” of town. There were shootings daily, and it was frequented by some of the most dangerous supernaturals in the entire state.
To Sanguina, it was absolutely perfect.
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“Hey, buddy, is it true what they say about minotaurs?” Sanguina said to the bull-man, sitting at the bar and holding a mug the size of Sanguina’s head. “My friend over there wants to know…”
Melancholia didn’t bother to look up from her drink as she replied. “Don’t drag me into your sexual misadventures, Sang, I’m only here for the booze.”
Sanguina sighed at what a killjoy her friend was being, but at least she still had a chance with the Minotaur. “Well, my friend may be a bit of a killjoy, but what do you say? Feel like exploring my labyrinth?”
The minotaur snorted dismissively before returning to his drink. Sanguina was rather displeased by this turn of events. Storming over to Melancholia, Sanguina slapped her on the back of her head.
Melancholia glared at Sanguina. “And what the hell was that?!?”
Sanguina returned the glare. “I could ask you the same thing! We had a chance there! No man can resist two attractive bisexual girls, it was in the bag! And you ruined it!”
Melancholia rolled her eyes, sipping her drink. “I don’t “involve” myself with the mortals, Sang. Mortal reproduction is a disgusting interchanging of fluids in the name of creating life, and I see no point, no matter what pleasure my Thrall would derive from it.”
Sanguina couldn’t believe Melancholia right now. Didn’t she get why they here in the first place?!? “Ooooh my god, Melly, you are just… the worst! The absolute worst! Why did I invite you along again?!?”
Melancholia shrugged, barely bothering to pretend that she cared. “Because you’ll inevitably need someone to cover for you when you inevitably fuck up?”
Sanguina had had it with her friends’ sour attitude, and was just about to show how she felt about it when the gunfire started. Apparently some discussion or another had turned sour, and fueled by booze and music had turned violent. This would normally be an interesting way to cap off the night for Sanguina, if it weren’t for the fact that one of the bullets had dug into her Thrall’s back.
Sanguina dropped to the ground, bleeding profusely, and for one horrible moment everything stopped…
And then Sanguina sat up, laughing like a madman. “Oh, WOW! I got shot! I actually got SHOT! This is great, oh my god, it hurts so much!” She said, continuing to stand. “Ahahaha, hey, someone come over here and stick a finger in it, I wanna see if it hurts more!”
Confronted with the insane creature bleeding like your average anime protagonist and laughing maniacally about how painful their bullet wound was, the patrons did just about the only thing that made sense. That being, screaming and running from the bar at the strange immortal creature.
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After a short time spent running from cops and ditching the Thralls, Melancholia and Sanguina were back in their realm. Both weren’t exactly happy with this turn of events.
“Melancholia, you ruined it. Just RUINED IT! If you’d just joined me in seducing that minotaur, then I wouldn’t have been shot and the night would’ve gone perfectly!”
Melancholia could barely be bothered to respond, as she ruminated over the events of the night and how they related to mortality as a whole. “Oh please. Like I’m supposed to go with every little hedonist whim your mind comes up with?”
Sanguina glopped back defeatedly. “Uuuugh, you’re so lame, Melly! Why do we hang out?!?”
Melancholia oozed a little closer to Sanguina, and grazed a tendril across her mass in a way that could almost be considered tender. “Because you totally like me, even though we’re fated enemies?”
Sanguina sighed. “Yeah…”
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