Who Ba'al and Evron What Being penciled in / Insane-Limo Pick-up Where Whereva they cruisin' Warnings No Telling - but so far / Demon Pimps / Drugs, Alcohol / Nudity / TBA Status In Progresso
Arch-Demon Ba'al Zebub, pimp daddy of priestly lust, often mistaken for the devil himself (the only demon to wage war on Satan himself and still manage to keep high authority as second in command - showing so much in itself the kind of tightness the two powers had) on earth was a rumored cult leader, world renowned author of the Best Seller - Be Thine Own God, known as Ziander Isha Meredith, nicknamed, Invader ZIM, was the authority on self-indulgence. Gluttony was his sin and over-indulgence was his high-rolling crime. Food was only the beginning. He was a busy busy man. To those he had to swing his gavel on, the word uptight might have been a tossed around descriptive and arrogant asshole was the understatement of the century because he was the to-the-letter arresting officer and appointed punisher and strong-arm enforcer of the Unlaw. If one couldn't find respect to Ba'al's name, the back of his hand was the extension of Satan's right. It wasn't one someone would forget feeling if they were ever hit and allowed to survive. He was the top dog of Hell's elitist VIP's and somehow Evron managed to get penciled in.
As chance would have it Evron wasn't special enough to get penciled in for a one-on-one meeting, but possibly better, he was allowed to board the glutton's personal party time bus. The philistine god was rolled up to Evron's apartment in an insane limo and was sent a text message that said, "The party rolls with or without you in 10 minutes, ZIM" and there the party waited on a timer for him to show up.
When Evron ever arrived to the doors a rather large scary looking man in dark glasses and a suit looking like the bouncer of a black tie mafia event would open doors. The music was loud the moment the doors swung open. The scary tall man in black would check Evron out for demonic identification by pulling the glasses to the end of his nose, his eyes swirling yellow, to red, to black, then back to human again as he would put his glasses back up and step aside granting Evron entrance, never saying a word, even if Evron spoke to him directly.
Once up the steps to the party inside colored lights would be bouncing everywhere and from behind the bar a scantily clad woman in nothing but a purple bow-tie around her neck, completely covered in black snake-scaled skin, but otherwise naked body, human shaped in vivacious curves, except for her dragon-esque extended wings would hold out a drink with a kiwi floating on the top. Then her hand would fan across the top of the bar like she was Vanna White showing off the pretty game show prizes. There was a whole spread of illegal drugs offered for free including powdered lines preset with straws laying right next to them on mirrors of different shades of whites and blues indicating cocaine and different crushed prescription pills. There were even rigs and tourniquets all set for heroin, and proper bowls and pipes for crack or meth. A candy dish of E and K were on each end. If he got passed that point there would be an ice cream bar with every known topping known to man in massive abundance as a serve yourself buffet with a chocolate fountain in it's never ending luxurious cascade and fruit for dipping.
On the glowing dance pole was a petite woman with two classic devil horns, even the tail and red skin, shining black hair, hanging upside down, arms outstretched in the middle an exotic spin and would whip out her forked tongue and even lick Evron's ear as he had to pass by. Then there at the very end on the head bench would sit King Ba'al like it was a throne, slouched down low, legs spread wide, wearing the black slacks of a gangsta pimp and his buttons already undone, his white collared shirt open and flared to the sides, gold bling hung around his neck hung low to his mid-chest. At this point he didn't look like he even noticed Evron had entered limo. He looked like a thug-lord in the middle of his ghetto game with a fair-skinned blonde hanging off one arm and a chocolate skinned beauty on the other. Both were similarly dressed in black satin lace corsets, garters, and stripper heels. Both girls were giggling like whatever Ba'al had just said was the not only the funniest thing in the world, but the sexiest, and leaning in on him petting through his hair as he smirked lifting his own drink to his lips. That's when he looked up and saw Evron and smirked. "You made it."