Dante's Inferno was a very popular if ill-kept strip bar located in
the worst neighborhood in New York. Not only was the threat of being mugged
always evident even when taking a minor stroll across a street to a parked
car, but numerous gang and mafia groups were known to operate in the area
as well. If there was one place in all of bustling New York, this
neighborhood was the most violent when compared to others. It is because of
this violence and because of this sort of reputation that the people living
there know this area of the metropolis simply as "Granite Hell". The above
for-mentioned reason why I said that this the bar USED to be popular was
that one night in May for no reason at all, the entire building exploded in
a large and powerful light. This case was never truly solved, although most
authorities point towards links with this case and the "Demon Cult" murders
as being one of the same.
May 22nd, Monroe Boulevard, Inside of "Dante's Inferno" Pub
Unlike usual nights, Dante's Inferno was not as bustling as it usually was. Daimon Kimimoto leaned against the bar counter where he worked in this shady building and gave a sigh of boredom and exhaustion. The night before had turned out to be not only terrible, but also was another one that did not include any sleep. Daimon had slept so little in so long that he had begun to form black circles under his eyes that were quite evident from a distance. He leaned farther forward and laid his head on the towel he usually used to clean bar glasses with. "I just want to go home." He said sheepishly, yawning loudly and letting his eyes wane open and closed as he tried to not fall asleep on the job. "What the hell happened last night anyway?" He found himself talking out loud, seeing one of the strippers of the bar dancing away around her pole, her plastic devil horns glinting in the light created from the turning disco ball above. "I had that dream, and it was so real, like I wasn't just seeing a fantasy, I was seeing a reality." He found himself chuckling at the idea of a dream he had being even remotely close to reality in any sense. "What the hell am I saying anyways? That cant be right, there is absolutely no way that a dream could come true."
Before he could figure out what was happening, Daimon found himself jumping in alarm as a female sat in front of him and stared into his eyes. "Dreams can very well come true bartender." The woman said in a sexy and seductive voice. "Anything is possible when you put your mind on the right track." Daimon smirked and huffed a sigh at the woman's comment. He looked her up and down and found her quite beautiful to behold. She was petite, with fair skin and short pink hair that came to her shoulders. "Obviously dyed." Daimon thought to himself. Her lips were dressed with a thick outline of a sparkling pink lipstick, and it glinted and shined in the light of the bar when she opened and closed her mouth. She wore a t-shirt with a smiley face on the front of it with x'd out eyes. The shirt was black and the smiley face was yellow, the eyes faded almost as if they had been purposely done that way. The one aspect of this girl that caught Daimon's attention most, however, was not her attire or her dyed hair, it was her eyes that entranced him. They were jade green and seemed to call to him, to sing out and seem to ask him the question of his very desires. She smiled at him, as he didn't ever reply to her comment.
"See anything you like buddy?" She asked Daimon, raising her eyebrows at him seductively. Daimon gulped and then smiled. "I would be lying if I said you weren't attractive. What can I get you tonight?" The woman's smiled, her lips curving upwards showing Daimon that what he had said amused her. "Ill have Everclear, straight in the bottle." She smiled. Daimon nearly dropped his cloth at her order. He found himself hunch over the counter and look at her curiously. "Excuse me miss, but you do realize that drinking Everclear is basically drinking rubbing alcohol? I highly suggest you don't drink the entire bottle." He smiled in concern for the young lady's well being. She simply smirked at him and then smiled. "That's a pretty cute accent you have there. Where are you from?" Completely ignoring Daimon's concerning question, she narrowed her eyes and leaned farther towards him on the counter, allowing him a view of her bountiful cleavage. Daimon gasped in retaliation and then smiled, looking up at her face to address her properly. "I'm from Japan actually. Tokyo to be precise." He ducked under the counter to get her what she ordered and came up with the bottle of Everclear, sliding it to her over the counter. She took the bottle and brought it to her lips, taking a long hard swig of it, the liquid oozing down her throat like an oil pump hard at work on a ranch. She pulled the bottle away for the second and smiled at him, not even winching or twitching in the slightest to the hard liquors devastating effects.
Daimon narrowed his eyes seeing this strange woman handle her liquor so well and found himself smiling idiotically at her. She looked over at him and winked, her highlighted eyelashes blinking over her enchanting eyes. "I'm Bonnie. What's your name Mr. Bartender?" She cooed to him, making him shutter for reasons he could not fully comprehend. He smiled at her while cleaning a nearby shot glass. "My name is Daimon." He answered her. "I'm pleased to meet you Bonnie."
May 22nd, Monroe Boulevard, Budget Motel
For reasons he could not understand, Daimon Kimimoto had found himself aimlessly wandering towards a small and shady looking Budget Motel after he had gotten off of work. The girl he had met at the bar, Bonnie, had told him that if he wanted to get to know her more, all he had to do was go to the Budget Motel and go to Room 13 on the first floor. She said that they didn't have to do anything sexually, just talk and play cards. He didn't really want to go, as he was sure that his girlfriend, Lucy, would find out that he was late be royally upset with him. So, he was on his way towards his car when he felt a sort of burning sensation rise up in his body. The sensation was not like anything he had felt before, and it burned and hurt so bad that he had to try and find a way to stop it. For some reason, however, he knew that the way to stop the pain he was feeling was to go see Bonnie at the motel.
Daimon found himself walking passed the check in station of the building and waltzing right up to and in front of a wooden stained door. The big number "13" singing a song to him that he couldn't let go from his head. "Its here. What I'm searching for. Its here." He thought to himself. He then grasped his chest, and began to cower and gasp in pain.
Before he could knock, the door opened slowly to reveal Bonnie wearing the same clothes she had on at the bar, with a very big smile across her face. "I've been waiting for you to show up Daimon." She said to him slowly. "Come on in, lets see what there is to talk about." Daimon nodded slowly and wandered into the motel room, not at all thinking about what events would soon transpire.
May 22nd, Monroe Boulevard, Inside of "Dante's Inferno" Pub
Unlike usual nights, Dante's Inferno was not as bustling as it usually was. Daimon Kimimoto leaned against the bar counter where he worked in this shady building and gave a sigh of boredom and exhaustion. The night before had turned out to be not only terrible, but also was another one that did not include any sleep. Daimon had slept so little in so long that he had begun to form black circles under his eyes that were quite evident from a distance. He leaned farther forward and laid his head on the towel he usually used to clean bar glasses with. "I just want to go home." He said sheepishly, yawning loudly and letting his eyes wane open and closed as he tried to not fall asleep on the job. "What the hell happened last night anyway?" He found himself talking out loud, seeing one of the strippers of the bar dancing away around her pole, her plastic devil horns glinting in the light created from the turning disco ball above. "I had that dream, and it was so real, like I wasn't just seeing a fantasy, I was seeing a reality." He found himself chuckling at the idea of a dream he had being even remotely close to reality in any sense. "What the hell am I saying anyways? That cant be right, there is absolutely no way that a dream could come true."
Before he could figure out what was happening, Daimon found himself jumping in alarm as a female sat in front of him and stared into his eyes. "Dreams can very well come true bartender." The woman said in a sexy and seductive voice. "Anything is possible when you put your mind on the right track." Daimon smirked and huffed a sigh at the woman's comment. He looked her up and down and found her quite beautiful to behold. She was petite, with fair skin and short pink hair that came to her shoulders. "Obviously dyed." Daimon thought to himself. Her lips were dressed with a thick outline of a sparkling pink lipstick, and it glinted and shined in the light of the bar when she opened and closed her mouth. She wore a t-shirt with a smiley face on the front of it with x'd out eyes. The shirt was black and the smiley face was yellow, the eyes faded almost as if they had been purposely done that way. The one aspect of this girl that caught Daimon's attention most, however, was not her attire or her dyed hair, it was her eyes that entranced him. They were jade green and seemed to call to him, to sing out and seem to ask him the question of his very desires. She smiled at him, as he didn't ever reply to her comment.
"See anything you like buddy?" She asked Daimon, raising her eyebrows at him seductively. Daimon gulped and then smiled. "I would be lying if I said you weren't attractive. What can I get you tonight?" The woman's smiled, her lips curving upwards showing Daimon that what he had said amused her. "Ill have Everclear, straight in the bottle." She smiled. Daimon nearly dropped his cloth at her order. He found himself hunch over the counter and look at her curiously. "Excuse me miss, but you do realize that drinking Everclear is basically drinking rubbing alcohol? I highly suggest you don't drink the entire bottle." He smiled in concern for the young lady's well being. She simply smirked at him and then smiled. "That's a pretty cute accent you have there. Where are you from?" Completely ignoring Daimon's concerning question, she narrowed her eyes and leaned farther towards him on the counter, allowing him a view of her bountiful cleavage. Daimon gasped in retaliation and then smiled, looking up at her face to address her properly. "I'm from Japan actually. Tokyo to be precise." He ducked under the counter to get her what she ordered and came up with the bottle of Everclear, sliding it to her over the counter. She took the bottle and brought it to her lips, taking a long hard swig of it, the liquid oozing down her throat like an oil pump hard at work on a ranch. She pulled the bottle away for the second and smiled at him, not even winching or twitching in the slightest to the hard liquors devastating effects.
Daimon narrowed his eyes seeing this strange woman handle her liquor so well and found himself smiling idiotically at her. She looked over at him and winked, her highlighted eyelashes blinking over her enchanting eyes. "I'm Bonnie. What's your name Mr. Bartender?" She cooed to him, making him shutter for reasons he could not fully comprehend. He smiled at her while cleaning a nearby shot glass. "My name is Daimon." He answered her. "I'm pleased to meet you Bonnie."
May 22nd, Monroe Boulevard, Budget Motel
For reasons he could not understand, Daimon Kimimoto had found himself aimlessly wandering towards a small and shady looking Budget Motel after he had gotten off of work. The girl he had met at the bar, Bonnie, had told him that if he wanted to get to know her more, all he had to do was go to the Budget Motel and go to Room 13 on the first floor. She said that they didn't have to do anything sexually, just talk and play cards. He didn't really want to go, as he was sure that his girlfriend, Lucy, would find out that he was late be royally upset with him. So, he was on his way towards his car when he felt a sort of burning sensation rise up in his body. The sensation was not like anything he had felt before, and it burned and hurt so bad that he had to try and find a way to stop it. For some reason, however, he knew that the way to stop the pain he was feeling was to go see Bonnie at the motel.
Daimon found himself walking passed the check in station of the building and waltzing right up to and in front of a wooden stained door. The big number "13" singing a song to him that he couldn't let go from his head. "Its here. What I'm searching for. Its here." He thought to himself. He then grasped his chest, and began to cower and gasp in pain.
Before he could knock, the door opened slowly to reveal Bonnie wearing the same clothes she had on at the bar, with a very big smile across her face. "I've been waiting for you to show up Daimon." She said to him slowly. "Come on in, lets see what there is to talk about." Daimon nodded slowly and wandered into the motel room, not at all thinking about what events would soon transpire.