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.