|| @carcosabloodline || gets a starter ||
There wasn’t a day in lust where something exciting and underhanded wasn’t happening. The sin was a far more nuanced then people expected, it wasn’t just the carnal desire for flesh that damned people to the rings neon lights and hypnotic music. Lust was throwing everything away for what you craved. And the night life of the ring resonated with that message.
Wanted to to ecstasy while the world around you was a lit blur? Wanted to stand on the corner for a quick lay or some quick cash? Wanted to be adored by strangers just for doing a cam show? All of this was littered through out the lust ring.
But the ship that Asmodeus ran around him personally was a more refined type of lust. The special kind where you were drenching your date(s) in euphoria and you get lost and wrapped up in someone else’s desire. It was an, alluring aspect, which is why a seat at his club was so sought after, where only the lucky, patient, or rich were able to indulge. And in this case, a yellow eldritch Don Quixote mother fucker pursuing what the sin offered and trapped people with. And Ozzy took notice, he keep an eye on every demon, imp, or angel with a rebellious streak that stepped into his club.
“Well now game recognizes game. it seems we’re swinging for a stranger tonight.” He commented to his crew, with golden pipes and trailing notes. “Make sure those lights are adornin’ me tonight, you feel me? I gotta feeling SPARKS are gonna fly~” Now to get on stage and see if he can lure Hastur into a chat afterwards.
