[ WP ] The more intense one 's sins and vices are , the more the Demon within them is shown on the outside .

Randy tapped his knuckles twice on the wooden surface of the bar. He caught the bartender's eye and held up two fingers. After receiving a nod form the man, Randy turned his head to look around at the bar. He'd seen it a million times, but the space between no drinks and having drinks brought to him was the worst. He never knew what to do. 
 
 He saw a woman across the bar, laughing with her friends, wearing a pink dress. He'd seen her before. If only he had the stomach to just talk to her. 
 
 The bartender set two shot cups in front of Randy and walked away. The short fat man looked at the cups, frowning. They were both a bit short of a full shot. He decided to call the bartender out on it, it was n't the first time. 
 
 `` Hey bud.'' 
 
 The bartender kept cleaning the imaginary stains on the shelfs holding the drinks. 
 
 `` Hey!'' Randy yelled, drawing glances from half the bar. Good, they should see the bartender get shown up. Short-changing his most prominent customer, he deserved it. The bartender turned around and froze in place. 
 
 `` Your...'' He stammered. 
 
 `` My... my?'' Randy mocked him. `` What, do you mean my shots? Cause I can hardly see the damn things!'' Randy knew the entire bar was watching him now, but he did n't know why. People yelled all the time. He turned to the men watching him and noticed the look of fear on their faces. 
 
 `` What?'' He said, emotionlessly. `` What the *fuck* are you all looking at?'' 
 
 Every eye turned away from him at once. Randy got off his stool and started walking to the bartender. He passed by a mirror and froze in place. 
 
 `` What the...'' he looked at his reflection in awe. His eyes were red, dark as blood. He saw steam coming off his shoulders. He turned back to the bartender, relishing in the fact that the man cowered away. Randy did n't know what was happening, but *damn* he liked it. 
 
 `` You're gon na wan na pour me two real shots.'' The bartender hurriedly obeyed, pouring two more cups and placing them next to the first two. Strange, they were all full. Randy smiled at the service and looked to the mirror again. No, he did n't know what was happening, but he liked it. 
 
 Randy turned to the group of nearby girls and gave the one in pink a smile. She was rooted to the ground, *actually* rooted to the ground, her feet were tied by red vines. `` You're looking good.'' 
 
 She shivered, making Randy bask in the moment. He never felt this way before, it did n't even feel like him anymore. He approached the girl, taking slow measured steps. He was aware of every eye on him again. Time to make a statement. He put his hands on the woman, rubbing her hips and going up to her breasts. 
 
 `` Randy, what are you doing man?'' 
 
 Randy turned around, furious at the interruption. 
 
 `` My name is n't Randy. I'm Paimon, loyal servant to Lucifer.'' He turned around, addressing the bar. `` Everyone who wants to live, leave now.'' His hand went back to the woman, savoring the fear in her recoil. `` Except you...''
