He could hear them talking about him, hear their thoughts when he allowed them inside his head, but unless he was extremely bored or on the hunt he liked to keep them as far out of his head as possible. Walking up to the bar he ordered a shot of whiskey, turned his back to the bar and leaned back against it. Scanning the main room to see who was there, he could make out a few familiar faces, some human, some not so much anymore but for the most part everyone seemed to be in a semi-peaceful mood. Peace could quickly change into chaos, at a moment’s notice, when you have a clientele made up of humans and those who hunt humans for prey. The underworld had to learn to evolve and adapt their eating habits if they wanted to be included in this modern world today. Some still kept to the darkness, to the basement called The Underside, but that was more by choice than necessity.
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