Chicago, The windy city [Finished]

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

It's been a little bit since Adam had been in his home state, let alone his home town. The strange feeling of nostalgia accompanied by the feeling of a loving embrace by a stranger seemed to overwhelm him. He grew up here, lived and loved here, slept around here, yet since he awoke here... it's never been the same. Nothing physically changed with the city yet everywhere he looked was something new.

He pulled up and parked at an out of the way parking lot, one of the quaint ones where the homeless were allowed to sleep in some of the cars parked by valets. Even if he wanted too go to a bar peacefully, he had to be prepared. He parked the truck and opened the back, pulling an old looking casket shaped box close enough to barely open as he pulls out three stakes. One Elm, one Oak, and one redwood. He then loads his right wrist with bolts. Finally he looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is around as he locks up his truck as he carefully slides his trusty gun in it's holster.

He approaches a fairly loud downtown with bars hustling and bustling full of pretentious 'bros' and 'babes'... the babes shivering like Chihuahuas. He sets his eyes on a bar that caught his ear long ago. A slightly less noisy bar ringing out some good music. He walks in just as the song Conflict Instigation by Grendel finished playing.

[dudedude2211]

Ah, Chicago. The windy city. The perfect place for a long flight high in the sky, and that's exactly what the young daemon (a human would claim he is 14, although he is older) is doing. 'It's so nice to be able to fly like this... no humans to see me, no hunters to attack me, and not a living being in sight, besides a few birds.' he thought to himself, flying higher than most birds, and also scaring them off with the strange ability that all daemons seem to possess. The ones that dared come close enough were ignored, as most birds were harmless anyways. Most birds. Not all birds.
He then decided to land, and did so in an alley that he didn't see any humans near. Wrong move, a hunter ambushed him.
"Obviously, you want to experience fourth degree burns." the daemon said in a threatening manner.
To which the hunter replied: "I didn't know burns could get to the fourth degree, but anyways--" the hunter pulls out a rifle, and it's stock catches fire, burning his shoulder. He starts screaming as fire slowly spreads to the rest of his body, until eventually, not even ashes are left behind.
'Served him right.' the daemon thought to himself as he put his hooded jacket on over his shirt, which had the sides cut off. He hadn't bothered to put his blue contacts in, so he decided to put his hood up to cover his blackish-red eyes. He then walked into a bar, and even though he was apparently underage, anyone that he looked at saw him as twenty-one.
He didn't order anything, but sat at a table in a corner and just looked around at all of the people, making sure the effects of illusion didn't stop affecting them. He was still getting used to being able to use this ability, and wanted to try it out. [normally my posts aren't this long but hell, why not make a few long posts?]

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam starts to look around as the next song begins to play. Reich mir die Hand by Blutengel. He looks carefully around at the lot in the bar. From a couple of very close females in gothic attire to the group of older, equally dressed, men watching. A few beautiful faces in the lot don't seem to startle him. He seems a bit out of place in his leather jacket jeans and boots yet no one seems willing to confront him about it. He walks up to the bartender with a silent nod, The bartender's red eyes stare at him, the right slightly slid down to reveal a sliver of brown. "Whiskey...make it bloody." The man nods with a smirk as he goes in back. Adam leans against the bar as he looks around, seeming to not feel to happy about the individual in the corner, Even the under aged boys in their mother's white and black make up were socializing.

The song ends as Combichrist's Sent to destroy comes on. He looks over at the counter when he hears the glass set down. His whiskey has a redish color to it and a few of the lads standing right next to him look over and wince at the sight. He leaves the counter with his strange drink in hand, leaving a little wad of cash in his place. he goes and sits at a table against the wall, Looking over at the man in the corner every once and a while.

[dudedude2211]

Noticing that people were staring at him, he made them see blood dripping down from their eyes with the power of illusion. They couldn't actually feel it, but it sure put them into a panic.
Then, the daemon made a man see another man kill the man's friend, even though his friend wasn't actually in the bar.
'That should distract them.' the slightly sadistic daemon thought to himself as a bar fight started, and one of the men accidentaly bumped the man in the leather jacket's table, spilling his drink.
'Wow. It's amazing how humans overreact to murders that weren't commited. Seeing it must be believing it to them or something. How pathetic.' the young daemon continued mentally. He didn't really like being noticed in a crowd, and he didn't like many humans, either. There was one, but that was the one that supplied him with things like his blue contacts and his black and white daggers that he always kept in the sheaths hidden up his jacket sleeves. When he didn't have his daggers, he fought with fire. He had quite a few tricks up his sleeve, in more ways than one. The thought amused him. That was rare, as he isn't easy to amuse. Realizing his mistake and that it would bring hunters swarming to him if word was spread, he stopped making people see themselves and other people injured or killed. It was too late to stop the bar fight, however.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam watched in disbelief as the sun-deprived individuals started hitting each other... well.. more so slapping and trying to punch. A few however were very strong and started to make it a one sided fight. He started to stand until his drink was spilled. Annoyed -AND- drinkless set him off. "HOLD IT!" he shouted, quite loud and commanding for someone so observant. Eyes seem to focus on him for a moment while one of the lugs holds a crying man in his hand.

He wipes the drink off his jacket's sleeve and slowly starts to walk toward the two 'Alpha' men. A number of women ran off, plenty more goth lads, but some were unfortunate enough to be knocked out and bloody. "You have upset th-.." he is cut off as a fist from one of the guys clocks him in the face.
Slowly but calmly Adam turns his head to look the man in the eyes. A faint clicking sound can be heard as an unusual pistol is pointed at the man's crotch. Fear seems to flush the man's face as he looks down and back up. "As I was saying... you've upset the balance... I suggest you two beat each other up outside.. you two.. evenly matched men... or -I- can make you equal to those you picked on..." Adam replies with a cold tone.

Tanzdiktator by Nachtmahr starts to play as the man without a gun pointed at his crotch starts to book it, Within a blink of an eye Adam already has his left arm extended at the man. The man falls and wails in pain as the back of his knee starts to bleed, what looks like a bolt is stuck in it. "I guess he chose for you.... 5....4..." The man starts to rush the door.

Adam turned back to his table and grabs the glass that fell, his gun is already holstered somewhere behind him as he walks up to the counter. "Sorry about the mess..."

[dudedude2211]

'Aah, chaos among humans. One of my favorite things besides fire and humans dying. Maybe I should do things like this mo-' the daemons thoughts were cut off when a man brought order to the chaos. 'Ah well. Order doesn't bother me, but if I cause it, then I prefer chaos.' the daemon thought to himself. His thoughts are formal and very serious, but considering he spent a good portion of his life among them, he spoke like a human.
Noticing the modified Desert Eagle[ i read your application so i know its a desert eagle ] pointed at a man's crotch, he realized it looked slightly familiar. 'Shit! A hunter!' the daemon said mentally, cursing to himself mentally, then cursing under his breath. One hunter he could take out easily, but even if he doesn't call for reinforcememts, that would attract more hunters and possibly the police.
'As long as he doesn't find out what I really am.… right now he thinks I'm human.' the daemon continued thinking to himself.
He still just sat there as he was before, not really looking out of the ordinary, but not quite blending in with the rest of the crowd, as the bar fight finally died down, and people started returning to where they were before as if nothing had happened.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

The bartender fearfully grabs him another drink, Adam chuckles and smiles softly. "I just wanted things to settle down..." He pays for the replacement drink.. more so... insists on leaving the money on the counter as he turns, a smile still plastered on his face. He nods at a few people and eventually helps the injured man up while he quickly yanks the bolt out of the man's knee, putting it back somewhere in his sleeve.

The man lips away quickly after Adam whispers something in his ear with a smile. turning back to the bar, rejecting any praise with a stern. "You should make yourself stronger so this cannot happen again...." he seems like he is making a b-line to a specific table in the corner.

Still smiling brightly he sits at the table with the hooded man and takes a sip. "Crazy shit huh... Glad to see someone else can keep their cool in chaotic situations..." Adam jests as he relaxes in the chair, he looks around but seems to keep an eye on the figure. "You aren't dressed like these... goth's... I think they call themselves..."

[dudedude2211]

If the young daemon was startled or surprised, his face didn't show it. 'Damn. Well this is just as fucking perfect as butterflys in a field of fucking daisys.' he thought sarcastically to himself as the hunter approached, but he stayed calm.
"Yeah, it is crazy. But I've seen things worse. Not much really surprises me anymore." the figure replied.
"You aren't dressed like these... goths... I think they call themselves." the man had said afterwards, catching him a bit off gaurd.
"And why would I be?…" the daemon responded with a question.
If you looked closely enough, you would notice the scar under his left eye, but it's impossible to see because his hood is covering his face. It would be better not to ask about it... the last person who did died.
He wasn't tense in the presence of the hunter; he hadn't yet been discovered. He kept the same calm demeanor as before, still not quite fitting in. It wasn't hard to tell that there was something... off... about the figure who was originally sitting there, and if you had enough experience with them, you could almost tell that he was a daemom. If you were to look under his hood at his eyes, you would see their blackish-red color.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam can't help but chuckle. "This is a Gothic bar... I mean... -I- came here cause when I was younger... I used to dress like one of these guys... Until I had to have EMT's remove my pants cause I couldn't feel my legs they were so tight!" he starts to laugh a little harder as he slaps his knee and proceeds to gently pound his other hand on the table.

He takes another sip and simply finishes the drink, setting it down and peering under the hood. He smirks as he notices the eyes. "Nice contacts ya got there.... I take my previous statement back... You're the real deal..."

Adam has his arms folded carefully on the table as he leans slightly forward to look at the guy. Never before seeing someone... or something like this.

[dudedude2211]

'The only time I wear contacts is when I want to hide my eyes.' he wanted to say. "Good to see somebody noticed them." he said instead, and if you listened closely enough, you would realize that he started sounding a bit nervous.
He knew where this was going. It was following a series of roads many hunters had taken... and all of them led to fates worse than death. Unless this guy only hunted vampyres, which was highly unlikely, unless he had never seen a daemon before, which was also highly unlikely. 'He's getting closer to finding me out... I should act now.' he thought, but something told him that this hunter wasn't that far down the metaphorical road yet. As soon as the hunter found out, he would most likely attack the daemon... and he would have reached the end of the metaphorical road.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

He nods with a smirk as he leans back. "You shouldn't hide them... They're well crafted.. Who crafted them for you?" He looks at his empty glass as he swirls the ice in it around and around. Looking up briefly for an answer. He eventually shifts the glass to his left had while his right rests on the back of his seat, dangling his right arm behind him. He seems eager, maybe for the location on where to get a pair of contacts like the man's, or simply eager to hear what the man says.

[dudedude2211]

Noticing the eagerness of the hunter, he realized that the hunter was getting closer to figuring it out. 'But that can't happen, now, can it.' the daemon thought to himself.
"I don't really like to tell people where I got them. The person I bought them from doesn't like to have a lot of attention. In fact, I'm one of his only costumers." the daemon replied to the hunter. The man he had bought his blue contacts from only sold things to the supernatural, and if a hunter walked up to the man, the man would only run away. His eyes were naturally this color, but there was no way this hunter could, or would, find that out.
'I need to create a distraction... he's getting closer.' the daemon thought, and he came up with one as a back-up plan, that he wouldn't use until the hunter had completely revealed whether or not he knew. He would use the power of illusion, and make the hunter see himself falling. Not falling to anywhere, but just falling. And if that didn't work, he would make the man see himself catch fire, and if that didn't work... the man would catch fire. He wouldn't attack the man unless he had figured it out, though. Attacking a hunter that wasn't attacking him in public, not silently, and not from behind never worked out for him. Every time, it had just attracted more hunters.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam seems to frown as he shakes his head. "Damn... well.. I won't pester you for an answer when a customer is not wanted..." He leans back a little more relaxed as he reaches into his coat and pulls out a small, leather bound, old looking book. He seems to do this slowly as to not cause alarm to the bartender or his guest. His right arm still trails behind him as he easily opens the book with his left hand. "Well regardless.... " He says as he flips through the book with only his left thumb turning the pages. ".. They are a rare caliber of eyes." He continues to skim the pages before his eyes shift up slightly. "...The contacts of course." he says with a smile before closing the book and putting it back in his jacket. "So... do you have a name? or should I just call you... 'Bub" he says the nickname with a wicked grin.

[dudedude2211]

The daemon pulls his hood down and flashes him a look that practically screams I know where this is going.
"Yeah... I have a name. But you might as well not reach for your gun." he replied to the mans question, as well as to the man reaching behind him with a smirk. He had seen where the hunter had put it when he holstered it, and so he knew that the gun was holstered behind his back. He started to cause the hunter to see the ground beneath his feet open up, first into a small hole, but it slowly got bigger, until the man saw everything else rise away from him as he "fell". He wouldn't feel it, but it put most people into a huge panic.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam closes his eyes as he starts to take in a deep breath. His seems to focus on breathing deep, controlled, even breaths. "Illusions.... Thanks..." He keeps his breathing controlled as he calmly puts his book back in his jacket. "That answers my question Beelze... " His breathing stays calm as his eyes stay closed.

In and out, in and out, he focuses on the breaths as he slowly opens his eyes. He still visualizes things falling but since the familiar gust of wind and pit in his stomach is not there, He does not panic. Very calmly he starts to stand up and move around to find the edge of the table. Placing his hands on the edge with a firm grip he shoves it as hard as he can toward where he remembers the man sitting.

Adam seems to be accustomed to different illusions from his previous en devours. He hopes to at least distract the deamon enough to drop this facade. While he is able to tell that he is not in fact falling, he knows if he doesn't get out of this illusion soon he will start to believe it and most likely freak out.