They would feel him before he arrived. It was always that way now. It couldn't be helped that his psychic abilities were so profound that young little whelps were overwhelmed by his Majesty's presence. He was in a good mood tonight, and so those who sensed him would feel his power but also his mercy. He knew to enter this club he'd have to abandon hostile intent or face some simple fae magic. He was sure his powers would be sufficient to break it, but that might cause a scene of some kind. Why lead with the stick instead of the carrot? He wanted an audience, and while he'd debated simply breaking down the ugly, old, crook's door, Mithras of Sparta wanted their first meeting to be a pleasurable one.
He'd had his humans dress him. These were the fashion pets. There only job was to make their king look modern and good and tonight they had succeeded again. He wore a white dress shirt, with a tight blue sweater pulled over it. It hugged his athletic form well, and would help attract meals. His hair was even curlier than normal, waves becoming tangled ringlets, touching the top of his shoulders. His eyes flickered between brown and gold, and his beard was perfectly trimmed. He was ready for Charon. He had the fashion pets summon the travel pet, a chauffeur he was called. He was a cute, young thing. He'd been with his wife and child walking down the street, but he looked like someone Mithras wished to find, and so he'd told the man he was his now. He'd cried, and the woman had been confused, but her memory was simply altered. Women always got in the way. He had a few minutes before he needed to leave, and so Mithras decided that he would pleasure himself with the boy.
"Get into my room and take off your clothes."
The human eagerly agreed and ran to the bed. This individual was now just a member of a growing cult that was spreading through this city. He was another mind slave for his Majesty's pleasure, nothing more. Mithras liked his servants acting happy, and often conditioned them into that happiness. The travel pet, who was about to be the flesh pet, had fought violently at first to be let go, but now he eagerly awaited his master on all fours. Animals were so predictable. As he closed the doors to his room, he felt himself start to harden.
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After getting the release he needed, Mithras ordered the travel pet to prepare the auto. The man pulled up his pants, his mouth an odd squiggle and his eyes wide and then narrow. Mithras didn't notice and didn't care. He was too busy checking his hair one last time. He wore a few rings, and one of them was very valuable. Into it's center was a simple, onyx cross and the rest of it was made of gold. It was almost as old as the vampire who wore it. It had belonged to a former pope, before Mithras had
liberated it from him. The fashion pets each kissed it as he walked past them. He'd been pleased enough with their work to warrant such an honor as to kiss his ring, and after he left them in his bed chamber he was happy he'd given them such a treat.
The ride to the venue was had in silence. Mithras had traveling pets who came out with him, but tonight he'd chosen to come alone. He didn't need warm blood slowing him down, and he knew to meet the one he wanted, he'd need to be prepared. He got out of the car, and informed the travel pet that food and water would be brought out to him, and that he could enter the establishment to void. He constantly had to be reminded humans did those filthy things. He barely remembered anything about being human these nights. There was a large line, as he'd arrived well into the evening, but Mithras simply walked past them all, and any staff who tried to stop him would feel a wave of revulsion and fear.