The MDMA in Za's bloodstream was running its course, and soon it was bound to cause the Archfiend to crash. However, in this very moment all he could truly feel was bliss. His eyes averted to the side of him, the DJ nodding his head as he tapped the buttons on his magical floating screens, each screen for a different sound. A talent unlike any other if Za had anything to say about it. The lights bounced from off the magical screens, onto the Dj's head gear and then back onto the screens. It felt like Aliens were among them, but of course the truth was that there were no aliens here- not any from other planets at least. Only demons, devils and all the desires and temptations that they had filled into the minds of every being in this building. The DJ didn't realize it, but the host had been smirking. It was happening. He couldn't contain himself. First it was his left shoulder, with a mind of its own it moved to the bass in the beat. Then it was his feet. With every tapping noise his foot followed suit. Drugs, they induced yet another feeling the fiend couldn't explain.

Z'Aleel grabbed the Dj's arm and swung him around, bringing him closer before their lips met, greeting each other at the intersection and finding themselves struggling to move away. The music continued to pump and thump as the two men shared an extremely intimate kiss on the stage before the crowd. Nobody cared, and why would they? They too indulged in activities that brought them excitement and enforced emotions they no longer had to ignore. As dark and sin-filled as this place was, it was safe for people like the Nimulli. In the midst of it all, his hand began to wonder, slowly finding its way down the Djs back, gripping his backside as their bodies pressed against each other. The man who was obviously on the receiving end in this situation found his own hands trailing down Za's front side and aiming to reach the most intimate part of the hosts body until that nectar flavored voice belonging to the goddess that no man could tame rang softly in his ears, yet powerful enough to override the tune playing to no end.

Breaking away, the young red headed prince turned around to see one of the most beautiful women he would probably ever see. "Alisa~" He said as he faced the leader of Pegasi with a devilish smirk. Just like that the Dj was free to go back to doing what he was here to do in the first place. That would be his moment with the devil for the night, greater things called upon him. In the distance he could see a woman he had heard a lot about, one the Daemon didn't actually expected to be here, let alone on this island. The reaper herself, a woman not many would ever cross and soon, a woman who would be his advisor personally appointed to him by his father. She too was a mesmerizing woman- certainly more brutal than Alisa, but just as strong and deadly; like a mighty panthera. An entity that mortals could only dream of being in good graces with, a bad bitch indeed, her name was Quillareine.

Before he jumped down off the stage to Alisa, he waved his hand for Quillareine to come- and then he saw a man beside her. He glowed in the Abyss. Fuck it, Za thought before waving him over too. Then he turned his attention back to the woman who commanded it first. "Alisa~ You made it..." Almost drawing blood, the Daemon bit his lip as his sun-lit irises scrolled down her perfectly sculpted body. If there was one thing Illumin didn't suck at doing it was creating the most beautiful creatures. Za just couldn't help himself. It'd be a lie to say he didn't desired her, much like most men in this country. Thirsty as ever, he opened his mouth to say, "Damn...". That single word was all he could manage to breath out. Truly, there was no other word that he could find to better explain how undeniably sexy she was. What was even sexier though, was that she knew the power of her beauty.

The daemon's eyes slid back up her body to meet hers. "You're the highlight of my night." If the mistress would allow it, he'd gently pick up her hand before planting a gentle kiss upon it. To her it may have been a kind gesture, but to the Archfiend it was much much more. If anybody was the reincarnation of Satan, it was him. His mind was already imagining scenarios. "You here alone?"