Near the Empire State Building, a crowded building named Rick's Cabaret could be heard playing loud bass music. Men came in and out all at once, either with a smile and a party downstairs, or hands full of cash. Inside, the music was loud and colorful lights danced around the building. Laughing from left to right, drinks being lifted to mouths, women dressed in revealing clothing, and men sitting and watching intensely with cash in their hands.
Off to the right were rooms with numbers stating which VIP it was. Inside one, a man sat with a cigarette in his mouth and a glass of whiskey in his hand while he watched a woman give him a lap dance. He watched every move she made, sometimes making eye contact, and a smile pulled on his lips. He leaned back on the couch, his legs spread apart, motioning her to come over. She gave him a sly grin and slowly walked over to sit on his lap.
"So, Mr. V, where do you get all this money…" She whispered as she teased with his tie, swirling it around her finger. He looked at her with an exotic stare, smiling while he took his cigarette out of his mouth and burnt it out in the ashtray, still staring at her. He swallowed the smoke and put his index finger on her lips, slowly trailing down her neck and chest and soon stopping at her thigh.
"Insteat of tellink you that, let's keep it a secret." Vexis' voice was deep, stern, and monotone. The accent rolled right off his tongue. His black eyes soon followed and stopped at her thigh, laughing on the inside about his "romantic" plan. The woman giggled slightly and put her hand under his chin, lifting it to look at his eye level.
"You're such a mysterious man; it's so sexy." She practically purred with her lips, earning a chuckle from Vexis. He pulled out of her grasp and focused on his finger still on her thigh. His smile turned to a grin; his stomach tingled with pleasure, knowing he was moments away from getting all up in her business.
"How about you and I play a particular game, huh?" He spoke. The woman's eyes sparkled with joy and agreed.
"It's called the firetruck game. All you have to do is say red light once you want my finger to stop trailing." She nodded and moved closer to him, putting her arm around his neck for support. He placed his whiskey glass before beginning. His eyes followed his finger, watching it slowly but surely make its way up her body, passing her inner thigh, waist, and stomach, then coming up to her breasts.
"Red light!" She said happily when she felt satisfied with his finger on that place, but soon started to frown once his finger didn't stop, watching it creep up to her neck.
"Firetrucks don't stop at red lights." He suddenly jumped his hand to her neck and squeezed with full force. The woman immediately tried to push him off, but Vexis was too strong. He pushed her down on the floor, attempting to pin her but finding it difficult with all her squirming. She tried to scream, but with the force Vexis gave, nothing could come out.
"It'll all be over soon, honey." He laughed directly in her face, watching her face turn paler with every struggle she performed. Soon, the VIP room went silent. The woman was now hidden behind the couch, with the helping hand of some pillows. Vexis chuckled and took his last sip from his glass before he started to notice his skin beginning to peel off. He threw the glass on the floor, shattering it into pieces before leaving the room as if nothing had happened.
The place was more crowded than ever, seeing more men than dancers. He fixed his tie, covered his peeling skin, and set off to find his brother. His black eyes gazed at the main stage, watching three women perform choreography for men sitting in the front row with spectators watching in the distance. He then gazed at the bar, seeing his brother taking shots with two men.
"Then I told that bitch to fuck off! She was pissed!" The drunk men laughed loudly, though it wasn't enough to be heard over the music. Vexis came over and tapped his brother's back, telling him they had to go. In response, his drunk brother slowly turned around, looking him up and down annoyingly.
"Who the fuck are you? Touching all over my back like some…perv." His brother's words slurred right out, not thinking one bit about who he was talking to.
"Kenneth, get your ass up before I beat the schit out of you." Vexis pulled Kenneth's collar and yanked him out of the chair. The two men laughed hysterically at this situation, making Kenneth flip them off with both fingers.
Vexis continued to carry Kenneth by his collar as he dashed out, pushing some people out of his way. He searched for the nearest alley and raced towards it. Skin patches soon started to fall off from both of them, leaving a disgusting trail behind. He dragged his brother just in time behind a dumpster; their suits ripped clean off, skin patches sprawled all over the concrete, and their true form shown. Vexis stood at eight feet while Kenneth stood at seven foot five.
Two horns burst out from Vexis' head, with two extra tiny horns coming out from his forehead, curling as they extended longer and longer. Two extra muscular arms came out from the side of his torso, and abs formed on his chest. Long, dirty blonde, fringe hair emerged from the roots of his head. His black eyes stayed the same while his nose and ears were equipped with earrings and rings. Lastly, his body was covered in magnificent tattoos.
One long crooked horn that lopsided on the right side of Kenneth's head stuck out through his black, medium curtain-style hair. Like Vexis, his ears, and tongue were equipped with earrings and rings. Muscles emerge from his arms and legs, and abs form on his chest. His body was also covered with tattoos, but much more dramatic than Vexis'. Last, a big splurge of vomit escaped from Kenneth's mouth. Vexis groaned and pushed his brother away. His black eyes tightened, watching Kenneth hurl his insides out.
"Du verdammtes schwein." Vexis aggressively swore. His thick accent rolled off his tongue, giving it a stern, firm tone. Kenneth slugged on a wall and panted heavily, drool dripping down his lips. He heard what his brother said but could care less about anything. His eyes and mind were beyond dizzy, making him feel like throwing up more.
"Once you're done vis your little pity party, vee hafe to get going, pig." Vexis snapped his fingers and Kenneth bounced off the wall. He wobbled back and forth but stood straight to look at the elder.
"Would you stop calling me a fucking pig you degenerate, low-life, fucker." slurred words fell out of Kenneth's mouth, making the elder quiet. So much for caring less. The soulless black eyes stared back at the dark green eyes, his fist shaking, his lip curling up disgustingly, and rewinding his arm. He snatched his brother's neck and touched nose to nose.
"If you vant to keep breathink, I suggest you keep your mous shut." The smell of booze and vomit crawled up the elder's nose. Kenneth blankly stared at his big brother. As much as he wanted to speak, something stopped him from moving his mouth, probably for the best. He pushed against Vexis' grip, falling to the ground once the elder let loose.
The air was thin and clean, and the night sky was clear as day. Vexis had safely brought himself and his brother to their temporary home, an abandoned building in a junkyard. However, he and his brother did get some stares since they are far taller than a human and have huge horns, unlike a human.
Not bothering to knock, Vexis opened the door and ducked his head to walk into what looked like a zoo. The place was covered head to toe in garbage, laughter erupting from every area and things were thrown at something or someone. Vexis couldn't believe what he was seeing, nor could Kenneth; though he somewhat enjoyed this scene. The animals causing all this were none other than the rest of his brothers. They were having so much fun that they didn't notice the shocked elder and the jealous brother.
Pain, the fifth oldest, and Peace, the youngest, were on the floor attempting to see who the strongest was by pinning one another to the ground, each swapping positions.
"Just say uncle and we can declare that I'm the strongest!" Peace's prey voice was in play to make him sound intimidating, which never worked around his brothers as he wished.
"Forget it, braces. I'll tear that shitty little lip ring out and make you scream uncle!" Pain maneuvered his fingers to emphasize his threat.
Pain stood at seven foot three, tall and muscular. Two medium-sized horns, with little horns growing on the main ones, poked through his mohawk with distinctive dark red edging along the tip of his hair. To match his hair color, his right eye glowed a nice, soothing dark blood red; while his left blind eye was a dark, cloudy grey. Bling screamed through his double-pierced ears and a single nose ring. His tatted arms and abs made him look strong and powerful; just as he liked.
Peace stood at seven foot one, tall and somewhat muscular. Two stubby horns were planted on his forehead, with brown, medium messy hair covering them partly. His eyes were just-right orange, making them the center of attention; his lip ring was his prized possession. However, the only thing he disliked or talked about was his braces. His brothers would constantly tease and tear him up about his braces. He hated those things and wished they could burn in Hell for eternity. Just like the rest of his brothers, he had tattoos. His back, arms, and mid-drift were covered in them.
"Ready to scream your heart out?" The older brother tightly placed his index and thumb onto the youngest's lip ring. Peace's eyes widened and he immediately tried to move his trapped arms to stop Pain from hurting his precious ring, but found out that no matter how hard he pulled and tugged he couldn't escape his brother's strength. He rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath defeat.
"What was that?" Pain slightly pulled on the ring and Peace raised his voice to declare uncle. Pain laughed in his face but didn't stop there, continuing to pull harder on the lip ring, making Peace panic and struggle under the wrath of his brother.
Hanging from a pipe connected to the ceiling, the fourth oldest, Castion, swung back and forth to dodge all the missile-speed objects thrown at him by his second and third older brothers, Jax and Macs. So far being successful, Castion missed many of the objects, except one of them, slamming right into his right hand, making him lose grip and come crashing down.
"Shows your smartass not to mess with us!" Jax and Macs' voices combined, pointing their index finger at Castion, who flipped them the bird.
Jax and Macs are twins, who also share the same body. Jax controls the right side of the body, while Macs controls the left. It seems complicated, but it's really not. They have the hang of it after being combined for billions of years. The only part of their body that is controlled together is their head. They stand at seven foot eight, the second tallest and strongest. They have two horns, Jax's being two inches taller than Macs'; it also determines which is the oldest. From left to right, their pretty-boy-style eighties hair blends from blonde to dirty blonde, with their horns sticking out on the top. Jax's right eye glows a sweet, charming yellow, while Macs' left eye glows a mature deep blue. Unlike the others, their face is planted with light but noticeable freckles that spread across their nose and cheeks. Their body is covered with unique tattoos and Sock and Buskin earrings: Sock being on Jax's, and Buskins on Macs'.
Castion stood at seven foot five with two long horns similar to a goat, long and curly that extended along the side of his head. Brown, long fringe undercut hair that swoops over his forehead, mostly covering his charming, hypnotic, dark purple eyes. Unlike his other brothers, he isn't over the top with earrings, his left ear is the only ear pierced. Lastly, to cover his somewhat muscular body, tattoos galore spread all over.
"Screw you, guys! At least I have my own body!"
"What does that have to do with being a smartass?!" Jax overpowered his twin, their eyes squinted and eyebrows lowered. Castion rolled his eyes again at them and decided to ignore them by looking away. By doing this, he looked straight at the elder's cold, heartless, eyes. The color from his face drained completely and he didn't dare to move.
"What's gotten into you lately?" The twins genuinely looked concerned and decided to look at where Castion was. Their color also drained from their face. Soon enough, all six were looking at Vexis, and Kenneth. The old building became quiet, with nothing but the sound of the wind.
"Hey, losers!" Kenneth's giggly hiccup broke the silence, "Man, I'd totally shit my pants if Vexis saw this mess." He seemed to be even drunker than he was before and to prove it, his body forced him to bend over and hurl his insides out once again. Vexis couldn't even speak, his mind was too busy thinking about how to torture his brothers beyond existence. He lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, sending black magic into the air and exploding like a firework. Suddenly, the five brothers huddled tightly together, like a ball. Vexis smoothly walked over until he was hovering over Peace, staring into his face.
"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but, I did say I was going to be out doing something productive?" Vexis' cold hand touched the bottom of Peace's chin to raise it, sending chills down his spine, "And this is what I come back to?" The elder's accent was so rich and thick, it was hypnotizing. His brothers were speechless, they couldn't think of anything to say, which Vexis didn't like.
"THIS is what I come back to?!" Vexis' voice roared throughout the building, making it shake a bit. Then, all of their voices were conjoined into one big apologetic sorry. The tight hold against his brothers was released as the magic withered away into the sky.
"I want an update on those Angels."
"Yes, of course. They are located at a building called the Hilton Hotel. My plan will be in effect tonight, Vexis." Peace staggered to get up, forcing himself to look directly at the elder. In response, Vexis nodded with pleasure and walked past his brothers to sit on his clean throne.
"We're Demons, not slobs. Pick every single piece of garbage. Fail to do so, you can get ready to lick this floor until I'm satisfied." As a threat, the elder snapped his fingers, and they all scrambled to work, except for Kenneth. His body was on the floor in a deep sleep, his head lying in his vomit.
