When the "Die Dämonin" walks into a pub - Mephistopheles vs Vivi

[Over mainyu]

It was a quiet night. Too quiet for the Prince of Hell, but not by much, because tonight he was looking for a challenge, a test to put himself. Dressed in a trench coat and a top hat to blend in, illuminated only by the streetlights and the moonlight, he walked through the city late at night. He was alone, without any of his companions, because this was one of his “escapades” in search of chaos and to spread his message: a message that no one dared to deliver. Without drawing attention to himself, he was looking for a Pud, a Pud for villains, a place where he could unleash chaos to his heart’s content. He had heard rumors that every hero who entered didn’t end well, but the difference in his case was that he wasn’t a hero; he was a demon. The worst of them, to be exact.

He finally found it; he had to admit that its design was quite nice, like any self-respecting English pub. He was able to walk in without any trouble and without drawing attention. He went straight to the bar to sit down and order a drink. to be specific, he’d order a beer, the strongest one they had. It didn’t take long to get it; he drank half of it only to spit it into the air, splashing the table and other patrons. “PLEASE, you call this a strong beer? I’m drinking tap water that tastes better than this stuff, and you want me to pay for this crap? Don’t fuck with me.I even feel like they should be paying me to drink this swill” With those aggressive words and their mocking and unfiltered behavior, he’s trying to get attention and attract a certain type of person, and if everything went according to plan, he’d be able to prove a point.

[Hagen-Autem]

The bartender girl reacted immediately, trying to remain calm, but spitting on other customers was simply unacceptable.

"Sir! You can't do that!"

She called out while pressing a button discreetly tucked into her waistband. Before long, a pair of security guards would arrive to see what was happening and deal with the situation.

"I'm afraid you'll have to pay for that and then leave the premises."

Several patrons were already watching the scene unfold. Not all of them were good people, however. Some were looking for trouble, while others were simply eager to watch a spectacle. The wrestling event wouldn't be starting for a while yet. So a Mephistopheles's show like this would make for a fabulous preview!

[Over mainyu]

The bartender reacted angrily to the clown’s annoying behavior regarding his complaints about the beer he was drinking, especially when he started bothering other customers who were sitting there. It got to the point where she had to call security to intervene and surround the troublemaker so he couldn’t escape. The bartender told him to get out of there, but not before he finished paying for the beer he’d drunk.

Meanwhile, other diners began turning to watch the scene. The violet demon simply stood up from his seat. These guards weren’t who he was looking for to deliver his message; he was after something else. He put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, searching for something, and said to the woman, “Miss, no one can give orders to this harlequin of chaos." He laughed for a few seconds with a chuckle that was somewhere between evil and genuine amusement, and quickly grabbed one hand from each guard, revealing that what he was looking for in both of them were some Joy Buzzers, which he deftly slipped onto each hand, giving both guards a jolt since the two little toys had an electrical charge equivalent to a stun gun.

This left the customers speechless, while the Clown of Chaos just laughed before turning around to look at the woman again. "Look," he said in a mocking tone, "let's just say I'm a bad guy who really rubs other bad guys the wrong way." He continued, "Listen, this is where the 'villains' hang out, so I thought I’d put on a comedy show for they tonight,” and with one hand he pointed to the ring inside the venue. “So here’s my proposal: how about I take on one of your ‘villainesses’ who reigns here tonight? If she wins, I’ll pay what’s due with a tip and I’ll never come back here, but if I win, I don’t pay a thing and I can come back to cause trouble as often as I please, hehehehe. Deal?” He held out his hand to the bartender to seal the deal.

[Hagen-Autem]

The bartender was in a right pickle – one of the few she’d faced since she started working here. Usually, all she had to do was be friendly, put on a flair bartending show, and call on the bouncers only when a customer got too cheeky or troublesome. But tonight, it fell to her to deal with a clown with “toys” straight out of a horror film.

Her legs were already shaking, but you couldn’t tell from behind the bar. Calling for backup was an option, but what were the chances he had more tricks up his sleeve and would just keep causing trouble, or that he might decide to electrocute her too for making things difficult for him?

Then the harlequin demanded her attention and made his penchant for chaos clear—she swallowed hard as he carried on, adding what he really wanted.

In that instant, her shoulders slumped. He staged a show super-villain-style heist just to try and get his date ring with one of Gart’s three vipers! That was it. This bloke was taking his fantasy of facing one of the club’s popular girls far too seriously. Furthermore, she cannot endorse deals on behalf of the owner or his girls.

Time was running out…

Her gaze shifted between this bloke and the security camera in the corner. Several times. Praying someone else would break the news: she can’t make deals; she just works here, that’s all!

But it looked like she’d have to do it.

"I-I can’t make those dea--."

But just then, her boss’s voice reached her ear. Through the earpiece.

"Give me a minute, please." She turned her back on the Harlequin. "Yes?... Are you sure?... No, no! It’s just that… well… You’re the boss." Taking a deep breath, she straightened up and turned towards Mephistopheles.

Her hands were clasped in front of her skirt, tried to completely change her demeanour. Following protocol, it was as though nothing had ever happened here.

"…Fine...Go ahead." She hesitated before saying it. "Over there, go through the door that says CLUB." It was the only large door in the place with that neon sign. "Go down the stairs, and the rest will be taken care of." She tried to be as professional as she could, but just in case it needed saying.

"You’ll be the headliner stepping into the ring against a queen. Good luck… and don’t do your weird stuff on my shift again, Weirdo!"

[Over mainyu]

Terror hung in the air. Who the hell was this guy, and why did he want a fight with the queens of this bar? These were questions that would be answered once he stepped into the ring; the clown could only watch as the bartender was horrified by this guy and his hellish behavior. Security had failed, and she didn’t know what to do. Even though she was just the one serving drinks, she found herself caught up in a Faustian pact that would affect everything that happened tonight, while the devil’s right-hand man continued to wait to see if they would accept or not, still wearing a smile on his face.

But luckily for him and the rest of the bar, her boss contacted her company to tell her what to do. For a moment, Mephis stared straight at a camera that was broadcasting him live, just to give it a friendly wave, knowing that the person in charge of the venue was watching him as he went about his business that night. The reason he put on this whole show was because simply asking for it wouldn’t be so easy. And if he’d managed to get it, they most likely would have made him fight a second-rate competitor; but after this performance and grabbing the audience’s attention, it was now impossible for them not to have him fight one of the top contenders at the venue.

In the end, he did get the good news that he was going to fight tonight. This news made him and the rest of the bar happy, knowing that a “Hell vs. Hell” match is always a treat to watch. “Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how hard it is to get a fight in a bar these days,” he said in a humorous, over-the-top tone to further emphasize his behavior as a jester from hell. I pointed out where he needed to go while they took care of everything; he just laughed and headed for the stairs, but not before saying, “Ah, I did my comedy routine… I can’t promise anything for now, but I’ll try not to bother you anymore during your shift… I’m never sure.”

Once at the stairs, he began climbing them slowly until he saw his reflection in a mirror hanging next to them for some reason (probably for last-minute touch-ups). He paused for a moment and looked at himself. He didn’t look at his reflection as if he were a vain person or someone self-centered; he was looking at it with… guilt… as if he were being accused of something. Before his smile faded, he snapped back to reality and continued up the stairs as he prepared for tonight’s fight, which he was eagerly anticipating.