Thursday night drinking in a demon possessed bar, numerous shot glasses lying on the countertop with the occasional beer bottle.
It was an all to familiar scene for the two men who sat merely seats apart from each other, never once realizing how much they really had in common. Both pining for the love of women they knew they have no chance in hell with.
Hell. Each has experienced the literal place many times, as well as the ever-popular "hell on earth."
The man on the left, a rather well kept man with neatly trimmed brown hair, looking no older than 30, glanced to the other man, catching his eye. He felt a spark fly between the two of them. The other man raised his glass in silent salute as if he too knew of the grief and pain Cole Turner, former District Attorney, was going through.
The other man, a good head shorted than Cole, set down cash for the bartender as he finished his drink, his blonde curls bouncing slightly with every moment. He made his way to the front entrance (which he had to cross by Cole to get to) when he placed a hand on Cole's shoulder and gave him a weak smile, hidden such that had Cole not been an upper level demon, he would have missed it entirely.
"Let me know if you find something that lessens the pain," and with that the man disappeared from sight.
Cole turned back to his drink and lifted the paper next to him, sighing at the headline.
"Halliwell Witches Massacre 200th anniversary. World Still Rejoices."
Gripping the beer glass tightly, Cole shattered it causing bits of glass to embed into his skin. He didn't care though, he was The Source of All Evil and it was time for a little payback Fin