The Bar at the End of the Universe

Mephistopheles is laying on a comfy couch next to the fireplace. With a book on demon seals in his hand, he stared into the fire. He would rather be sitting in the fire but he didn't want to get ashes on his clothing.

He picked up his glass of merlot and took a sip of it. He wouldn't mind sharing a glass or two of his finest wine.

Mephistopheles is sipping wine out of a bottle. Today, he refuses to use a glass. He likes to hide in his corner booth and watch people do their business. He has been doing this his whole career as the devil. But, maybe you can intrigue him today.

Mephistopheles entered the bar with the look of amazement. "I have never seen this place before" he thought striding in. He looked back at the door. An image of a un-finished pentagram flashed on the door. "Wait!" he screamed but it was too late for him; the door has disappeared. The last time he saw an un-finished pentagram he wasn't allowed to leave the building. It had to be finished before he can leave.

"This is not fair" the fallen angel thought. "I can't leave this place. Maybe because I lost the bet with god. Oh well at least there is beer." He looked around. This was the first time he ever felt lost, but he knew that he had to keep his cocky attitude up or someone will find out his weakness.


[ooc: This little devil is looking for some guidance and maybe some lady friends!]