meeting in a bar

Lukas strolled through the room like it was a sunny afternoon in the park and not The Kennel the foremost heavy metal club in New York. The adrenaline fuelled group of teens bounced and bumped around the dance floor smashing into each like they were trying to fuse together, yet nobody dared try and crash into Lukas. He was mid-height, black hair pale skin and eyes like a predator. But it was the suit that scared people off. Black as night and it seemed to shimmer like it was alive. The whole crowd parted in front of Lukas like the red sea in front of Moses. Posters promoting the "hordes of hell” were plastered on every bit of available wall space. They were on in five minutes and it was them Lukas had come to see. The crowd erupted in screams and shouts of "more" but Lukas paid no attention to them he just sat quietly at the bar and waited for his meeting. He was growing impatient nobody had made except the "hordes of hell”. He would not have waited for anyone else but he needed these or his plans would fail, so he would wait for now but as soon as they had outlived their usefulness he would tear them apart with his bare hands, but for now he would wait. “Hello Michael” said Lukas “long time no see” his voice was like honeyed wine sweet and warm and slightly intoxicating. “I know why you are here Lukas” replied Michael in his bass tones. Neither man looked at each other while they spoke. “i can not allow you to go through with it. You must understand that”. He continued. “Oh i understand brother. You always were one to interfere” replied Lukas with just a hint of sarcasm Michael roared back in response" damn you Lukas you are toying with forces beyond the control of anything less than a god” he punctuated his last word by slamming his fist onto the bar. The whole bar shook and every drink on it jumped. “Temper, temper Michael. You wouldn’t want to annoy me here in this group of squishy, fragile humans” Michael looked for any sign that Lukas may have been bluffing having found none he allowed his temper to cool. “Smart move mike. Glad to see you’re still so easily manipulated. Now leave before i get genocidal”. With a sound like fluttering wings Michael disappeared. Lukas sat without moving because if he did move the knife at his throat would surely have sliced something very uncomfortable. “First Michael and now me. You must be getting slow Lukas” said the holder of the knife.it was dean the lead singer of the band Lukas had come to see. “Believe me dean had you meant me any harm then your spleen would already be located several feet from your body” said Lukas icily.” now sit down dean, we need to talk.” Dean laughed “no we don’t.in fact I’m having a hard time coming up with reasons not to slit your neck, or better yet I could simply let warren know you’re here.” Lukas and warren had a long standing hatred of each other that stretched back eons. He and warren had faced each other in battle many times and there had never been a clear victor, Lukas was on a tight schedule and couldn’t afford anything like that now. “tell him if you wish but just realize that the results of our meeting will seriously impede any hopes you have of playing here in this lovely….establishment” said Lukas without trying the disdain in his voice. “ooooh you are a bit touchy now aren’t you. Wouldn’t have anything to do with this plan you’ve come here to see us about?” Lukas gave him a fake look of incredulity. “it’s a big plan Lukas its bound to make waves and I have become quite adept at reading them.“ said dean in response to Lukas’s look. “All I need is for you four to do what comes naturally when the time comes” explained Lukas. ”oh is that all? I sort of hoped you’d have more for us to do this time round. Well I suppose we can manage that at least.” said dean with an exasperated sigh. Lukas stood up from his bar stool and patted dean on the shoulder. “looks like you should be getting on stage now” as Lukas stood and walked toward the door dean finished the drink which had appeared in his hand despite the lack of bartender. Lukas turned “oh and dean. Knock’em dead” and he disappeared with just the sound of air rushing to fill the now empty space to mark his departure dean stared at the spot gave a crooked smile and whispered to himself “don’t I always.” and walked towards the stage just as the first few chords began to play………