Who: Nergal and Ereshkigal What: Meeting after a looonng time Where: Club in New York City When: Late Night
Nighttime was a perfect time to blend in with the crowd, to be a ghost, to get away with just about anything if you knew how to be careful. But nighttime was quiet even when with the busy streets of New York City’s mortals talking among themselves and on the phone.. Nergal needed more noise, more distraction to get away with whatever he pleased. He was like his own spoiled child-Whatever he wanted, he got.
Upon walking in the nightclub he knew he was different from everyone else. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular. That was, besides a drink. The bar was lit, neon lights over exaggerating the choice of drinks and as Nergal sat down he ordered something simple. He let his eyes gaze for anything of interest. There was something interesting alright..That feeling…immortality. He had felt it before but Nergal was the type to even dismiss immortal feelings if he thought it was not worth his time.
But this feeling? Oh, this feeling was worth his time. It brought a grin to his face and though he did not move from his spot he knew that if he had to chase the sensation should it not come towards him..he would be more than willing to walk..run after it.