Erebus caught wind of the party that very afternoon, in some less than favorable odds for someone else, he was now heading for a party out on a boat. That; while likely was to be full of illegal activities, meant to bring people together, was actually pretty lock and key; hush hush, mysterious. The fact that Erebus was so curious spoke greatly of his hand in wishing to attend. It took him a little longer than your typical guest to really find the cargo container , as matter of fact he had to play along for some time to get in with the typical guests. From there the corpse made it's way inside. Obviously bouncers were skeptic, but due to Erebus being practically unknown by his true name. Strategist's infamy did not spell trouble for the Mortal Coil out for his wraith.
The name 'Erebus' had yet to exude half as much respect anyways, he was practically a virus in the system at this point. He loved it! The party itself seemed was still under wraps once he got into the first cargo holding. Erebus was sure the rich bastard he smothered had said something about this being an exclusive pleasure trove... Perhaps he misheard the man, but it was almost too delicious to turn away. Promised desires unfolding in front of him? Could he even reject? Redoubtable.
Either way, it gave him ample time to talk around the Asteran underground and really dig his claws into the sights of the Undercity, the illegal activities transpiring-- and other people he would need to meet. Though, Erebus still had so little information, he wasn't even aware this party was being founded by Red Hades. Or even that this guild had grown to a dominant evil alliance in the last two years. This was all such a new ride for him now, one he was craving to figure out. "Oh what to do, what to discover," he started, as his tongue slowly brushed his upper lip, and his amber irises danced across the immediate area. Was he going to be hedonistic, or investigative. He chortled to himself, "I missed being alive.. So, so much."
The fiend moved in silence pressing shoulders to many wealthy has-beens', and dirty employers alike. Until he was not far from the corner of the room, in Victor's vicinity. Erebus grabbed a glass from a table, and remained posted. Though his eyes soon found their way back to the blonde, he seemed so calm. Like this place held so little vendetta.
It made Erebus curious. He began to detach from the situation, imagining himself in the blonde's world. Either he was at the parties so frequently it became an annoyance, or he was upset about the event peroid. But either way, that made him an ideal character to approach. His body language alone, invoked the authority he had in this room. Was he the host? Or perhaps he was just a frequent guest... So many possibilities. Instead of riddling across them forever. Erebus finally finished his glass and waved before making his way over.
"You know they make a pill to help kick the energy. When I was younger I experimented, now I only find pleasure in my own conscious acts. What about you then? Is this world suppose to entice you, you seem disengaged. Perhaps for men like us, carnal lust just isn't enough anymore; we search for a difference. A mental release."