Where Sanity Dies, Madness Reigns. {JT/ Raph}

[Alastor Caedes]

A Peaceful dusk flows in the sky over a Kyoto restaurant. The Akki had recently taken this place as part of his property. By Day it would serve numerous human customers, all while keeping track of any sinful soul that stepped through its door's. By Night Alastor would enjoy a private meal, one with entertainment and services no human would see. The Akki sat at a table made by the finest craftsmen he could find in the depths of hell. The Akki dressed in his brand new gigai. A young male in his middle twenties, wearing a modern-day white suit with a red dress shirt and white fedora. The gigai's skin unnaturally pale, with silver curly hair and golden eyes. 

Placed in front of the Akki is a silver platter with a steak carved from a shinigami that patrolled the area. The steak was medium rare and decorated with numerous herbs. Side dishes of various things, sea food, expensive meats prepared in different ways. Topped off with a bottle of the finest red wine, made from fermented shinigami blood. Joining him for this meal was quite a few of his servants and trusted guard. Each of them enjoying themselves with various meals of different cultures and time periods. Downing their various drinks from mead to various modern-day alcohol. The King made sure his servants were happy after all, their joy was his joy. 

Various other servants acting as the entertainment for the night festivities. Gustave, Alastors personal chef, cooking the meals in the kitchen and happy to be in a kitchen again. Brayla and Siren singing and dancing to provide audible and visible entertainment with a few other sinners playing instruments. This was their reward for a job well done. The day-to-day things that they have to do to make their role in the Sanctus work, having some time off in the world of the living. His servants are his property, and his property must be taken care of. Their sorrow is his sorrow, their happiness is his happiness, their joy is his joy. To reward them for their good work, keeps him in a good spot. 

"For a night's well-done work. Enjoy yourselves, for tonight we are to celebrate the continued success of our duties." Alastor smiled, his hat resting on the chair head. Raising his glass of blood wine, the room was filled with cheers. It was moments like this that reinforced his rule and hold over his throne. To satisfy their desires and to help them continue to feel at least somewhat normal. Yet the poor Akki wasn't quite aware that their dinner celebration would be interrupted by some poor lad. Unfortunately, this was not the night nor the place to ruin the demon king's mood. This night was one to reward his servants, not to deal with commoner trash.

Unfortunately, his little fiasco with Luca would be only another addition to the Akki's growing frustration with the human race. That would most likely start a long and frustrating process that frankly, the King is not willing to do. The Psycho however, was more than happy enough to just kill people if they become an eyesore. So Satan bless the soul of whatever being that decides to fuck with the Akki and his dinner. 

Song being sung.

[Raphael Laurent]

“C’mon, Akira, where’d you get the money. You and I both know that a bum like you getting this kinda cash is nothing short of a miracle, and miracles don’t happen, like that.” Akira Homura, the guy was a bum, down on his luck almost all the time, had a job but sucked at it and rarely, if ever, got stuff done outside of work. Then, a few days ago, he’d shown up and outta nowhere had…way too much money. Nothing in life was free, even if it didn’t have a monetary cost, and he was going to instill that lesson into Homura, even if he had to punch his lights in.

“Shut up man! I didn’t get it from anywhere, yeah? Why don’tcha mind your own business?!” He was panicking. He didn’t know Raph, not from the other guy down the street, and yet here he was getting shaken down. He probably felt like some gaijin was about to mug him for his newly acquired wealth. But Raphael, was not a simple gaijin. He was a fullbringer, a member of Uzaki Enterprises and, well, shit like this was, more or less, his job.

“Ok, Homura, we probably got off on the wrong foot…” He took a step back from the man. The fear was palpable, but he wasn’t too concerned about that. Raphael knew that there were other things in the world to fear than just him. MUCH more things to fear in the world. “Let’s back up. I’m Raph, or Raphael, if you wanna be pedantic. I know how the lottery works and a guy like you is the kinda guy that…well, let’s just say you don’t win the lottery. You’re the kinda guy that goes there, spends a lotta money, doesn’t win anything and goes home drunk, but happy. So…” He held out a stack of bills and shook them. “Where’d you get the money?” It had been a few days since Kazura’s…ill-fated attempt at strengthening his fullbring, and the results…well, they weren’t what either of them had been expecting. He still had a problem with not ripping apart the elements at times.

“F-Fine!! Uh, it was in K-Kyoto, a pretty fancy restaurant that they allow just about anyone in!”

Raphael thought back on that moment as the plane took off; the odd feeling of something bad that he couldn’t shake bothering him. What kind of creature would he run into on this insanity. The creatures that existed in the world were many. One of the worst ones was a monstrous creature called Akki. He could remember Lucian explaining the power of the Akki. The plane landed on Kyoto, and Raphael quickly rushed out and called a taxi, hopping into it the moment that it arrived.

Once in the taxi, he was quick to call back to Uzaki Enterprises. “Hey, can I talk to Kazura real quick? Eh?? He’s out? Ugh, ok fine. Just tell him that Raphael has gone to Kyoto for a few days. I’m doing a quick investigation. Hm? No, no. It should be fine. Like I said it’s just a trip for a day or so. Yes, I’ll be sure to call if something starts to come up. Right. Bye now.” He sighed. Sometimes reporting in was such a pain in the ass and the people that you were giving something like that to? Yeah, they usually didn’t know what THEY were doing either.

It took a little bit to get to the specific restaurant and even when they had, the driver warned him and even attempted to dissuade him about the place. There was something evil about it. A few friends had gone into the restaurant not too long ago and had come out…odd, changed in a way that he couldn’t accurately describe. Raphael tapped into his phone, taking notes as he did so. The place certainly radiated a rather dark energy. Especially now when he saw it at night. The pictures had been taken in the day and made the place certainly look high class, enough, but at night? The place looked creepy and almost evil. It was amazing what lighting could do to the place. His teeth clenched as he exited the car and stood in front of the building. It was like the Hason from Karakura all over again, but…worse. This thing…whatever was in here was a monster. He sighed. He still had a job to do then, didn’t he?

He put a hand to his head and put some pressure over his right eye. “Rrgh… What in the world is this feeling? Ugh, I don’t have time for this…” Without a second thought he gave a light wave as the door silently unlocked and he walked inside. The scene that greeted him, however, was hideous. It was little wonder that the energy felt so off… There were demons by the cartload. He didn’t want to know what the food was. His hand clenched as he listened to the words of the demon at the back of the room. Ever since whatever Kazura had done, Raphael hadn’t felt right, almost as if the world was a little off kilter or something else was wrong...

Slowly he revealed himself from his stealth, though not revealing himself immediately to the creature that he’d felt, the one at the head of the table. For a brief second, it was like the air had removed itself from the room, then from the kitchens there would be a shout of surprise, though not fear, as the flames erupted from the stoves, the ground would quake a bit and splinter, concrete raising, pipes bursting and water flowing freely. The glasses of wine would shatter, their contents going everywhere and the very doors would blow open by the wind. His left hand began to crackle with the purple energy as he tried suppressing himself, despite knowing that it was a bit too late for that. Still, the dinner party wasn’t going back to normal immediately.