The Lacking Pity Party

The place was its typical rowdy self. Packed full of drunks and other revelry commencing at a dizzying pace. For the second time tonight Nueteki asked herself why she frequented such establishments. The people tended to irritate her due to their open acts of greed and vice, cementing views that needed no further confirmation. She could even see a couple making out in the most deprecating of manners. In such a madhouse though, their acts of lust went unnoticed. Perhaps the one positive was that she could blend in with the ubiquitous bar; since most people were compromised or easily intimidated, her presence was often ignored. In all honesty, most of her assignments and assassinations were given to her in such chaotic locations. The overwhelming noise proved just as an effective of a cover as perfect silence. Plus most were deep in their cups anyways. Nue grinned darkly as she thought of her growing reputation in the underbelly. Skilled in the art of murder, it was the one thing that she had honed to the point of utilizing it in a variety of settings. She was no simple assassin; the woman proved just as effective in formal combat as she was in calculated murder. Nevertheless, her bandaged arm proved to be notable for one of the drunken men.

He ambled over. "What's a young woman like you doing in here? Looking to get some? It's a shame about that arm of yours. You could be a pretty if wild thing if it weren't for that flaw." the man slurred, clearly intoxicated. "Fuck off cunt." she retorted, her words like ice that stabbed at the man with each syllable. "Don't worry little woman, I'll make sure you're taken care of by what I have to offer. I'm pretty big you know." he stated callously before snatching her good arm with the intent to drag her away to an unspecified alley. Within seconds she went from sitting to standing, turning to grab the man by the throat with her bandaged arm before slamming him headfirst into one of the wooden tables. "A little bitch like you wouldn't know what to do with me." she smiled maliciously, crushing the man's windpipe as he struggled to breathe. The room quieted as another man looked to intervene. "Take this shit with you." she snarled, her feral gold eyes burning before she whipped the barely alive drunk in his direction. Causing the two males to careen backwards while slamming into a wall. Fracturing it from the force of her throw. Instantly she was tired of this place. "Hell's waiting for you all. I'll be the one to greet you at it's gates." she said grinning at the other patrons. Striding out the door as the few coherent individuals recognized who she was. "That's Lucifer's Spawn....Lady of Hell herself." they whispered, terror in their voices as they looked at the now deceased drunk and his heavily injured "savior".