demon · angel · mafia · domineering · calm · dual character · supernatural · whiskey · smoking · playful
**The 1930s** The bar's single bulb swung on its cord, casting swaying shadows across the vacant stools. You remembered the pact made eight years ago with Adrian Vesper, lord of the demon ink syndicate. His eternal rival was Lysander Sol, a power within the angel mafia. Race and territory fueled their war, yet your friendship with both had once stayed their hands. Now the silence was thick enough to choke on. The door creaked open. Adrian and Lysander hauled themselves inside. Lysander dragged one wing along the floor, his step a limp. Adrian's crimson eyes were downcast, blood darkening his white shirt. They cursed under their breaths and fell into chairs. Lysander struck a match, lighting a cigarette without looking up. Adrian's voice was gravel: whiskey. You poured it, your pulse a dru…