Bad Things [Declan]

[Entrypi Cryme]

Night.

Well, this was nice. Entrypi shifted her shoulders so the collar of her cardigan fell off the one side, drooping down to her elbow. She wasn't watching the dancers. No, unlike their esteemed Queen of the Underworld Entrypi was only interested in men. Good, strong, sturdy men. And she hadn't had a man in quite some time. Ever since Lucifer...

She sighed. She had thought, stupidly, that things would change between she and Lucifer. Thought he might realize that she was far and above the other mindless sluts that he slummed around with. That she could offer him a mind and a body. But it hadn't worked out like that. She had been stupid to believe it would, honestly.

Regardless, Lucifer was dead and gone. And Sylar... Well, Sylar was certainly enticing. But she wasn't looking to get into that shit-fest with Bellatrix or Lilith. Plus, well, if he was interested in that kind of woman then, well, she wasn't sure that she was that interested in him afterall.

Entrypi passed a hand through her hair. Considered cutting it. Shrugged it off. She watched the men around her drool over the dancers. Chuckled to herself. Men these days. So easily entertained. It was a little disappointing actually.

[Declan]

Real bad things.

God, it felt good to be uptop again. The air whistling around him, in hell, there was no breeze. No sun, no moon, no... weather. Only dry, and hot. Very, very, hot. But most demons were use to it by now. Funny how Sylar had gotten use to it so easily. He thought perhaps that had to be because Lilith had literally 'made' him there.

He smirked, chuckling softly.

Poor Lil's. She was thrown out just for another younger, dark haired version of her. Ironic, how that one worked out. But he supposed that had a lot to do with himself. He really should pat himself on his back for leading Sylar all through the trail, leading him straight to the crown.

Sure, he could have taken it for himself... infact, that's what he wanted most. But, powers and such.. Shame too. His eyes locked with a dancer, a smirk crossing his face as she twirled around on the pole, eyes locked on him.

Bored, and slightly aroused, he leaned back, tilting his chair on it's hind legs. Eyes scanning the room, just for shits and giggles. He ended up spotting blonde hair, and knew exactly who it was.

Grabbing his beer, he took to his feet and walked up from behind her. Leaning down close to her ear, his eyes locked with the dancer on stage. "Enjoying yourself?"

[Entrypi Cryme]

Entrypi didn't even blink at the noise from behind her. She just chewed on her lower-lip a little bit, considering the question. Eyes askance, she met his gaze. Then her eyes dropped, to take in the whole picture of him. When they reached the crotch of his wonderfully tailored pants, a smirk came to her lips.

"Not as much as you seem to be enjoying yourself," she replied, eyes following his. Seeing him locked on one of the dancers, she sighed and nearly rolled her eyes. Figures that he would be like all the others. She had found that most demons, especially male, were.

"So, Declan," she began, drawing each sound of his name out. Her eyes were fixed on a place just beyond the dancers. "What brings you topside tonight?"

[Declan]

Her eyes met his, and he smirked, still leaning over. He could feel her eyes on him, looking him over. Maybe she was curious of his change, or maybe she was just enjoying the goods. Who knew. But it didn't stop him from saying; "Take a picture, I hear it lasts longer."

"Not as much as you seem to be enjoying yourself,"

He looked down at his own crotch and grinned, eyes leaving the dancer to meet hers. "Jealous your not the one who caused it?" He threw back with a dark grin. Standing upright, he reached out for a nearby chair and brought it over to her table and took a seat.

"So, Declan,"

His eyes locked on hers again. "So, Entrypi." He mimicked with a smirk. "What brings you topside tonight?" His lips continued to curl. "I'll share mine, if you share yours.." He began before stopping to take a drink of his beer.

Placing the bottle on the table, he reached up loosening his tie. His eyes flicked to her a moment as his hands worked on the buttons of his shirt, rolling the sleeves up. "Should I start first then?" He grinned wickedly.

Pausing a moment, he shrugged. "Simple." He took in a deep breath and sighed. "Got bored with hell."

[Entrypi Cryme]

"Jealous your not the one who caused it?"

Entrypi rolled her eyes and decided not to dignify that with an answer. Please. Declan may be hot (sexy, fit, gorgeous, fucking orgasmic) but she wasn't even going there. She hadn't been with anyone in a long time. At that very moment, sex disinterested more than anything. But then again, the way he was standing so close to her... She flinched a little, shoulders tightening.

"I'll share mine, if you share yours.."

She passed him a vacant gaze. Like she would just tell him. Because to be honest, she had left to get away from the petty, obnoxious politics of the Underworld reign. And, unsure of how he would react to her opinion, she was planning on just keeping that to herself. She didn't need him running off to Sylar or Bellatrix to tattle on her. He might be in a new body but... Once a lap-dog, always a lap-dog.

"Should I start first then?" She shrugged noncommitally. She was more interested in the motions of his hands. Her eyes followed the miniscule movements of the muscles in his hands, fingers, wrists... "Simple. Got bored with hell." She finally looked up from his hands then, meeting his eyes.

"Yes, I can certainly understand that sentiment." Hell didn't have much to it and it was easy to lose interest. "So you decide to oogle the sluts with daddy-issues instead?" she asked, including that slightly back-handed comment.

[Declan]

She was quiet.

Once done with his sleeves, he moved to grab his bottle again. Taking a sip, his head turned to look at her. Was she still--no. Lucifer was gone, Sylar was the king now. No sense in missing something that isn't there. Not like she could actually miss someone... He figured her for the hit and leave it type. But maybe, that was different with Lucifer...

Maybe she felt towards him, what Sylar felt towards Bella. It wasn't love, because, hello, demons can't love. So.. it had to be something close to that, right? "Hmm." He mused it over in his mind.

"Yes, I can certainly understand that sentiment. So you decide to oogle the sluts with daddy-issues instead?"

"Easy there tiger." He laughed out with a shake of his head. "Daddy issues or not, they're entertainment. They are there to entertain. Men, mostly. Which then begs me to ask, what the hell made you come here?"

[Entrypi Cryme]

"Hmm."

His face was thoughtful. Scoffing, she dropped her head to one side. "Thinking, Dec?" Blowing out a chuckle through her nose, she went on. "Careful, mutt. You might hurt something." She had thrown that "mutt" in because she was curious. Curious over how she would react to it.

"Easy there tiger. Daddy issues or not, they're entertainment. They are there to entertain. Men, mostly. Which then begs me to ask, what the hell made you come here?"

"Entertainment," she said slowly. "Same as you, only from a different source." A smirk cut up the side of her face. "Watching the men make fools of themselves over the women. It really is fun to see such strong, strong men--" she paused a moment, tell-tale eyes flicking over his built physique "--reduced to such idiots simply from the sight of a half-naked woman writhing." Her eyes glittered with the challenge.

[Declan]

"Thinking, Dec?"

His brows perked. "What's it to ya?" He smirked. "Careful, mutt. You might hurt something." His entire demeanor changed then, head lowering to lock eyes with her, hand tightening around the glass in his hand. So tight infact, it ended up busting, spilling the brown liquid all over the place. Letting out a slow growl he managed to speak. "You owe me a beer."

Don't lose your cool. He told himself, but couldn't help informing her. "Do not." He started in a deeply calm voice, though his fists were clenched. "call me that." His eyes starred back at her, challenging her to do it again.

"Watching the men make fools of themselves over the women. It really is fun to see such strong, strong men--" she paused a moment, tell-tale eyes flicking over his built physique "--reduced to such idiots simply from the sight of a half-naked woman writhing."

He rolled his eyes, wiping the spilled beer off his shirt. "We're men." He told her simply. In that answer, held all the clues. Men oogle. That's what they do. "Get use to it." His eyes met hers again before a small smirk crossed his lips.

[Entrypi Cryme]

His eyes went dangerous and that paired with the growl... Well, a shiver ran down Entrypi's back. But not from fear. No, from something else entirely. Perhaps that's why things had never gotten very far with Lucifer. Despite being the King of Hell, he had been rather passive. Just sort of let things happen around him, only intervening when absolutely necessary. Entrypi was turned on by power. Raw, animal strength and the use of that strength.

"Do not. Call me that."

"Ooh, look who's all heated up," she commented, voice holding the touch of a mocking tone. But she wouldn't provoke him too much. No. Entrypi might be powerful and strong in her own right but Declan... Declan was stronger. And she wasn't looking to get into a fight. Not tonight.

"We're men. Get use to it."

She rolled her eyes at that. Snapping her fingers, she removed the beer from his shirt. "Yes, well." What could she say to that? "Truly, I could have stayed in Hell to see it." Just edge into things slowly; see where he stood on the issue. "Plenty of men losing their spines because of mindless skanks down there."

[Declan]

"Ooh, look who's all heated up,"

He threw his head up at the waitress at the bar, getting her attention. He watched for a moment as she walked over, before his attention turned back to Enty. Usually he'd come back with a witty comeback. But... eh, fuck it.

"Yes, well. Truly, I could have stayed in Hell to see it." Just edge into things slowly; see where he stood on the issue. "Plenty of men losing their spines because of mindless skanks down there."

He grinned, his eyes raising to the woman. "Another beer, and whatever this little girl." He paused, reaching out and pulling at her hair with a smirk. "Is drinking, and two shots; jack." She nodded and went off to fill their order.

Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and smirked over at her. "You hate it don't you?" It was written all over her face. "Skanks or not, Enty. I gotta admit.." He chuckled softly. "Sylar.. is a better king than Lucifer ever was." He stopped then, judging her reaction. "And you know it."

Stretching, he placed his hands at the back of his head. "Even if he is surrounded by skanks." He smirked.

[Entrypi Cryme]

She frowned, jerking her head to tug her hair from his grasp. "You don't like being reminded of the mutt you were. And I don't like being reminded of the little girl," her nose wrinkled as she spat the word out like a curse, "I once was." Fuck, it was like she couldn't escape it wherever she was.

She shot the waitress a look before stating plainly, "Scotch; neat."

"You hate it don't you?" Entrypi chewed her lower-lip. Then it all just...burst out. "I feel like I'm going to make my own head fucking explode everytime one of them speaks. They're so fucking concerned over who will get to fuck him next they wouldn't even notice an apocolypse if it happened right over their heads." The waitress arrived and she took the shot fluidly. "Fucking mindless skanks," she reiterated bitterly.

"Skanks or not, Enty. I gotta admit...Sylar.. is a better king than Lucifer ever was. And you know it. Even if he is surrounded by skanks."

She smirked along with him, shaking her head. "Well, you've got me there. He certainly does seem to have somewhat better control over his libido than Lucifer. But Bellatrix isn't..." She let that trail off, grimacing. Couldn't know how much of Declan's loyalties with the new Head Bitch of Hell. Nose wrinkling again, she took a steady drink from her scotch.

[Declan]

"You don't like being reminded of the mutt you were. And I don't like being reminded of the little girl," her nose wrinkled as she spat the word out like a curse, "I once was."

He laughed, letting the 'mutt' slide. "But there's a difference there honey." He grinned. "You changed, I.. evolved." Smirking he watched as the waitress came back with their order. "Nice ass." He grinned as she left. He could see her roll her eyes, knowing she heard it at least ten times a day. But hey, he was a demon. Wasn't like he was gonna thank her or anything of the sort.

"I feel like I'm going to make my own head fucking explode everytime one of them speaks. They're so fucking concerned over who will get to fuck him next they wouldn't even notice an apocolypse if it happened right over their heads." The waitress arrived and she took the shot fluidly. "Fucking mindless skanks,"

He listened as he downed the shot with no problem. Fuck, it was weak. But then again, that was probably due to his demonic blood. S&S had better drinks than this shit. He shook his head, starring at her. "Cheers to that."

"Well, you've got me there. He certainly does seem to have somewhat better control over his libido than Lucifer. But Bellatrix isn't..."

"Isn't...?" He wanted to know, truly. It pricked his curiosity. "Isn't fit for queen? Isn't worthy of Sylar?" He guessed. "That's it, isn't it?" He laughed. "You got a fire burning in your panties for Sylar.." With each word he said, his laughter got louder.

[Entrypi Cryme]

"But there's a difference there honey." He grinned. "You changed, I.. evolved."

Entrypi gave him a sharp grin, shaking her head. "Oh no, sweetheart, that's not the difference. The difference is that you were given your new form. I actually got mine for myself; worked for it." Okay, so she didn't know the actual workings behind how he had gotten his new identity. But it figured that he would have been given it by someone higher up.

"Isn't...? Isn't fit for queen? Isn't worthy of Sylar? That's it, isn't it? You got a fire burning in your panties for Sylar..."

Entrypi licked her lips, eyes darkening. Without her realizing it, her grip tightened and the glass exploded in her hand. She swore under her breath and shook her hand out. "Seems like we're even now," she muttered. "I owe you a beer, you owe me a scotch." With the wave of her hand, the shards flew up and recalibrated themselves. But there was no saving her liquor.

"And no," she added, voice steady. "I do not, as you put it, have a fire burning in my panties for Sylar." Not really, at least. "I just find Bellatrix to be..." She paused, searching for the proper word. "Abrasive," she decided on. "Annoying." Tongue running over her teeth, she tacked on, "And completely unfit of being queen."

[Declan]

"Oh no, sweetheart, that's not the difference. The difference is that you were given your new form. I actually got mine for myself; worked for it."

"And I didn't work for mine?" His brows perked, hands coming down to rest at his side for a moment. Smirking, he shook his head. "Honey," He leaned forward. "I worked my ass off to get where I am today. I climbed and clawed my way to the top. Who do you think led Sylar to be who he is today?"

Leaning back, he grinned. "Oh yes. I did a bad, bad thing." He laughed. He watched as the glass in her hand busted. "Seems like we're even now," she muttered. "I owe you a beer, you owe me a scotch." He grinned. "Good."

"And no," she added, voice steady. "I do not, as you put it, have a fire burning in my panties for Sylar."

"Oh?" He perked his brows, smirk playing on his lips as he brought the bottle to them. "Well damn." He paused, taking a swig. "Guess that's my bad." He shrugged slightly.

"I just find Bellatrix to be... Ingratiating, Annoying. And completely unfit of being queen."

Ingratiating? He sighed, head tilting back and rolling around. "You 'over intelligent' people kill me with your big words." He rolled his eyes, head lifting to look at her. "I don't care for Bella much either, but I think I can understand why Sylar keeps her around.."

Sighing, he leaned back up again. "Y'know about Azrael, right?"

[Entrypi Cryme]

"And I didn't work for mine?" Oh, what did he have to do for it? Fuck Lilith? Yeah, that was some real work. "Honey, I worked my ass off to get where I am today. I climbed and clawed my way to the top. Who do you think led Sylar to be who he is today?" Her eyebrows lifted at that. He had actually caught her by surprise with that one. Really? So did that mean that he... He led Lucifer to his downfall. "Oh yes. I did a bad, bad thing." That was...impressive, actually.


"Oh? Well damn. Guess that's my bad."

"Yeah," she agreed, eyes half-hooded. "It is." She didn't appreciate being lumped together with those other two. Like all she could do was fawn over whoever was sitting in the big chair.

"I don't care for Bella much either, but I think I can understand why Sylar keeps her around..."

"She gives great head?" Entrypi guessed, putting on a false-cheery voice and expression. She rested her head on her hand, elbow on the counter nearby. All right, well let's hear his brilliant reasoning for why Bellatrix was Queen.

"Y'know about Azrael, right?"

Entrypi lifted an eyebrow, not getting the connection. "Yeah..."

[Declan]

He smirked as it dawned on her. "She gives great head?" He laughed at that, shrugging. "Don't know.. and don't wanna know." His nose twitched a moment before he shrugged it off.

"Yeah..."

He scooted closer, he got her, but now he had to reveal the entire story. "Well, not sure if you know this. But Az and Sy go waaaay back. Like.. back when he was in some other guy's body." He explained.

"Well, you see.." He grinned, laughing softly. "After Bella accidentally killed Azrael for having sex with some red head, Sylar seemed to take over, after Lilith gave him his new body." He nodded.

"As you know, dear Azzy came to us. Ended up somehow escaping from Hell, and is now residing in some poor Mutant's brain." He waited a moment, waiting to see if she connected all the dots.

[Entrypi Cryme]

She listened as he explained the connection but she just wasn't getting it. Entrypi was super-intelligent of course but... Well, he was awful close to her. And the demon within her was kicking in, making her hyper-aware of his pheromones; the way he smelled, the perfect angles of his face, the lilt of his voice.

Entrypi was turned on; plain and simple. And it was disturbing her attention span considerably. But she refused to give in to those thoughts and feelings. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. And besides, she really was interested to hear about this whole Azrael and Bellatrix business. Might come in handy later on; to use against her fair queen, if need be.

"Mhm..." she hummed lightly, eyes meeting his. Prompting him to continue.

[Declan]

"Mhm..."

So she didn't get it. Hmm. Suppose that means I should go on... He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it up. "Well, Sylar knows about Az's vacation, and knows he won't leave that mutant until Bella, and Bella's power enhancing amulet are back in his possession."

He smirked, before noticing the way she was starring at him. Time to play.. He mused, leaning closer. "Like what you see Enty?" He whispered softly with a grin. Without waiting for an answer, he leaned back to his position he was once in before.

"So you see, Sylar may have strong 'feelings' for Bella. But he's keeping her around to spite Azrael. Plain and simple. Can't blame a guy." He laughed. "To think that our king was once serving beneath him... Can you blame him for wanting some kind of revenge?"

[Entrypi Cryme]

Ahh, that tied it all together then. A slow smile spread over her face as she came to full recognition. Well, she would definitely have to keep that in mind. Because it could most certainly be used against Bellatrix, at the proper time. Just to throw in her face.

"Like what you see Enty?"

She licked her lower-lip slowly, deliberately. "What's not to like?" she answered nonchalantly. Her fnigers toyed with a strand of hair, weaving it over and under as she carefully looked away from his gaze. Wouldn't give it to him that easily. And he appeared to be just playing for now.

"So, that's why the bitch has the crown." Figured. Not that Entrypi was seeking that spot herself. But she wouldn't mind seeing Bellatrix out of it. Entrypi didn't really like anyone who didn't like her and Bellatrix certainly fit that bill.

[Declan]

"What's not to like?"

He leaned back slowly, placing his hands at the back of his head again. "Good answer." He smirked. "So, that's why the bitch has the crown." He nodded. "That and Sylar 'loves' her as much as a demon can... Which I hope I never--" He let that drop with a loud sigh.

Grabbing his beer, he took a long swig, placing it back on the table. "but enough of Sylar, Bella, and... Hell in general." He smirked. "Entrypi..." He said her name softly, liking the way it rolled off his tongue.

"Quit playin', you know you want me." He tried, so damn hard, not to smirk, or to grin. But the more she starred, the more it slipped out.